KAMIKAZE NATION
The EU Multicultural Matrix, an ideological "Concentration Camp", is being constructed all around you. Fast. Is there, an ALTERNATIVE 4 BRITAIN?
ALTERNATIVE FOR EUROPE?
ALTER-NATIVE FOR BRITAIN?
MULTICULTURAL PARADISE?
I cannot speak. Or speak for others.
Though I suspect I do. For the silenced “Many”.
Who asked us?
Like the silent millions, I never wanted to live in a “Multicultural” society.
Not for this saturated, disproportionate, ever-growing ethno-anarchy.
Even as a child, as it crept, as a shadow upon us. Our quality of life. Our pride, identity, ridiculed, devalued. By a thousand cuts.
Now, that England I knew is all but erased. Ridiculed to death by smug metro-elites, the BBC, academics and education “czars”.
I have a passport. But no country.
Some bravely predicted, the death of England.
The powers assured us in 1977, the future would never come to that. That we exaggerated. That we would not adapt. There would never be a mosque on every corner, not in olde Salisbury town.
Today, has come to that.
They pretended to try to understand, to keep us quiet. Treated us like naughty children. Consigned us to the corner of our own nation.
Pitied us, for our “Neanderthal”, Little Englander “obsessions”. With cream teas and quaint ideas- like “Equality before the Law”. For bygones, like “Borders”.
Migration waves, now tsunamis, sucking up ever more taxes- and flats and jobs, school places and GP appointments. Costing something more than money- more precious, than waves could ever contribute. Cohesion is trust. A faith as it were in being British.
The suicide of nation- the UK, of Europe- was avoidable. The chaos, deliberate. While prole was fighting prole on the streets, setting fire to wheelie bins his taxes had paid for. A perfect alibi, a convenient excuse to usher in a new age. A Reset.
Ever higher taxation. Ever more waste. All to “facilitate” an integration a muted majority never wanted. To harmonise “racial tensions”, the myriad social problems no one asked to have. Not at the bottom of the pile.
There wasn’t much “privilege”- white or black- on my council estate and crappy Comp. Where mediocrity was encouraged. And lives written-off at 16.
Never once. Who decided if a “Referendum” on this, the greatest cultural change to these isles since 1066, should be “granted” to the people? The same politicians the people pay for to be their incompetents.
Who would Vote “No” and say “Yes” now, for this saturated, disproportionate, ever-growing Ethno-anarchy in which we have been forced to live.
WILDFIRE
Governments never asks themselves the simplest questions. Questions the public know only too well. When does “Diversity” tip over into spiralling social anarchy. With a life of its own. A wildfire No number of “specially trained” police working overtime can control. When they and government itself becomes part of The Problem, not The Solution. That is demographic “TNT”. That way lies Social-Civil War.
“When a critical, minimum level of homogeneity of culture, of past is reached, society dissolves rather than “collapses”. Faster than anyone can believe. In a hot summer afternoon. Especially as now, when the lunatics are in charge of the asylum- literally”.
ALIEN-NATION
Forced-fed Mass Migration Replacement forced upon us, we are like foie-gras geese, stuffed sick with multi-ethnic, multi-racial ideology. Indoctrination.
Manipulations from test-tube to grave. Born guilty. Made to doubt our very identity, birthrights, history. Achievements. Told how to think about ourselves, for the accidental crime of being born “British”, then white- now male. So, like GenZ, we prefer not to think anything at all.
We are too old, less and less to lose to be silenced again.
At first, they made us feel “narrow-minded”. “Small minded”. Tarred and feathered as “Little Englanders”, they mocked our freedom to choose freedom, as over Brexit. Said pityingly, that we were trapped in some 1955 idyll, the Land of Miss Marple, cricket teas- and TB don’t forget. An England that never was? But it was.
The Woke spoke for us, as if we were naughty children who just needed re-education. To be seen and not heard. Stood in the corner until we realised how right the lefty grown-ups were.
Completely misunderstood our motives. We did not choose to be The Cassandras, under the weight of truths, the warnings we had to tell.
At best we were “Reactionary”. At worst Henrich Himmler. By turns, they ridiculed, then ignored our concerns- until they- “The Enlightened” liberal progressives got what they wanted.
Taught our children to despise us, mildly, like the beige cardigan that made us look “fuddy-duddy”, old before our time. (What an English-ism that is).
Now I see, it was the liberal Left that was “Stuck in our ways”. That now it is War. An existential threat. A question not of “migration”, but of survival.
And now, thirty years on, we are criminalised for the same concerns. How long now, even for our thoughts?
Years ago, I had the pleasure of getting to know Enoch Powell- a little- because I’m not sure he was someone whom someone like me, could get to know. Our mutual love of A.E. Housman, his former tutor at Cambridge, set to Vaughan Williams’ score- was enough. Talking of “communal violence” in Raj British India, where my father was born, seemed incongruous, yet somehow a perfect contrast, a way of describing the indescribable, English-ness.
Powell was more than right. (No pun intended). As each year passes, he becomes ever more “right”. As will whatever the Left have left of his country.
He predicted the unintended consequences.
Of Britain importing the internecine thousand-year conflicts of the Punjab. And Albania (“Europe’s” only majority Muslim nation. Soon to be joined by France BTW).
And - everywhere.
Research such as it is, as it is invariably slanted and used to justify migration, indicates that around 5% immigrant population might be “assimilated”. Might, because not all open-door migration is equally corrosive.
When Powell and I walked past the pink and blue pastel houses and mews of Chelsea in 1993, net migration hovered at a then “alarming” 49,000 pa. Now, though UK Governments massage the stats, in reality it likely tops 1.1 million. (They’ve “lost” 250,000 “Invisibles” between censuses). More migration in one year now, than in the last 1000 combined. That isn’t “Migration” that is Invasion.
The street, the school, the GP practice, the eye, tells the public what they will not.
The future is not simply “unsustainable”. Not when you idiotically import a political- religious creed that half-admits it cannot, does not, want to “co-exist”.
Over that tolerance threshold and the “Cons” begin to outweigh the chimera of advantages, so beloved by BBC “panels”. And regurgitated by frizzle-haired Guardian subscribers. You know the type. As much as they seem to pigeon-hole others.
As an Australin friend noted on his last visit to “Londonistan”. “To lose your nation in order to get a decent chicken biriyani seems like too high a price”.
Now I avoid visiting my own capital city, once besotted with its parks, red buses and policeman strolling by without the Hi-Viz stab jackets. Memories of France, Nice sadly, are now tarnished by news footage of a maniacal Islamist in a truck, running over the head of a child on the Rue des Anglaise.
Similar story in the US, where “Kamala-kaze” Harris is set to dive-bomb the economy, cackling all the way down…
MULTICULTI
Not even Sydney sparkles as once it did.
We have shrunk our world, quality of life, our freedom, by the very “multi-multiculturalism” we were made to adopt without question.
Adopt like sanctimonious Wokie parents and spoilt popstars, flaunting their “designer”, virtue-signalling “mixed-heritage” children from the glossy pages of Hello magazine. Meanwhile, real people need real jobs and Assured Tenancies.
How can you “live” if you can never “kick-back” as Sydneysiders used to say. If you and your family, everyone you know, are permanently looking over your collective shoulder in your own town or street. For the increasingly not- so “rare” knifeman, crazed on khat and the Quran.
A masked stranger decides your fate- if only because of melatonin. That being white “It must be You”- or your wife or family. You die, because of an accident of skin pigmentation. Because you are The Ones he will be taking to Paradise with him today…
If you cannot “chill” as your bumper sticker reminds you, nor can you live, not fully. You have moved to an approximation of Karachi- or even Kabul- in an instant. Without getting on plane.
We will all become unwilling martyrs, caught in the perpetual Shia-Sunni tug of war not even they understand. The Balkans, the West Bank has come, will come to you in Beaconsfield and Poitiers. To a block of flats in Dortmund with flowers on the balconies, and a suburb in Melbourne, where cats lie sleepy in the sun at the side of the road…
In 1947, the Mass Migration Plan to replace the indigenous, predominantly white populations of the West, was a covert means of eroding, then erasing the “Nation State” - cast as the “root of all evil” and war by obsessive Left-intellectuals- think Orwell, Wells. The “knitted-tie” brigades.
As another Socialist “Command-control” obsessive, Julian Huxley of that ilk, revealed a little too much to author brother Aldous. “Comrade Jules” being one of the founders of the UN population programmes, explaining how without those distinct, archaic “Nationalities” it would be easier to subsume “blocs”, regions into a “New World Order”. All under a new “reasoning”, but totally a-Democratic, “World Government”. A Brave New World, indeed.
As with the creation of Israel in 1948, it all seemed like someone else’s, the future’s problem. Now it is your problem. (Even more, your grandchildren’s circle to square). Soon, “Race” will be everyone’s problem. Now is the future.
Governments still believe that you can imprison an idea. Bars and ankle-tags as they should’ve learnt from Al-Quaeda, only free it.
It is the “randomness” of fanatical, recycling ethnic violence that makes living in such places now all but impossible. “Society”, “family” untenable. For if a society, a “race”, has no core homogeneity, then what is it? When everywhere, everyone is like… everywhere else? That is not “Diversity”, but erasure globalised.
Just too late you will see, that was always The Idea.
Trouble is, the ISIS operative doesn’t see the same “multicultural” world as the Guardian subscriber.
The “stockade”, built and fought over for a millennium, dismantled in a decade. A hillfort, ramparts of split-oak and mists of woodsmoke, that once surrounded “Englishness”. Or what it was to be “French”. The very idea of Who and What you are. Of tribe, and place and identity. All that and more has been turned inside out. “No border, no nation”. Some things are, as simple as that.
Suddenly, in a generation, it is you who have no place to call “home”. Where can you claim your “Asylum”. No peace within, or without.
It is you, and your children’s children yet born, who have been “Integrated”. Soon, into a sharia state within a shiny Technocracy whose “borders” are 24/7 surveillance and blockchains. An anarchic, new Order.
From JEREMIAHS- JAMES CHANEL- AUTHOR- AMAZON/KDP