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It was twenty years ago today.
“An Islamic sharia shadow state in the UK is no longer a “conspiracy”. It awaits patiently for the naïve stupidity of the Westerners to hand it power, like the head of John The Baptist presented to Salome”- Robert P’s “Uncleansed” Diary 2024 discovered in an apartment.
THE SECRET CONSERVATIVE
Nil Points- A Song For Europe
Politics is the art of saying one thing and doing another.
Outside the protected hothouse of Government such catastrophic mismanagement of 1.2m+ yearly net UK migration would lead to sacking the entire board. Possibly criminal proceedings for gross negligence.
Such is UK Ruritania that “all will get prizes”- the failures Knighted and the morons made Dames.
A million a year “implants” as Camus might say, makes economic, then social anarchy, then Civil War an inevitability. Between the toe-rag mediocrities who still believe they are in “power” and The Degenerate, culturally hybridised and mochaccino populations.
All make a strong argument for the political Eugenics that “Civil War” is the cancer of.
A strange end indeed for this chapter of the tiny North Sea islands’ story. The windward isles the British called “Home”. Or did. Now it seems everyone does, except the islanders.
“The UK Government and therefore policy is determined by a few thousand Islamic voters in a few swing constituencies. It’s why the Dodo Parties fawn and acquiesce over the “ethnic” vote. Britain doesn’t need an election- it will have a coup d'état”.
The argument should be with the insane Governments who not only allowed but encouraged entry. But the media and The Others who control it, ensures it will not.
The puppets of World Government, like Blair and his ventriloquist’s dummy “Sonny Boy Sunak”, ensuring the systematic Displacement of indigenous populations. Finally, speeding the end of what was “Anglo-Saxon” Europe.
But the Sunak’s of this world have their US Citizenship and sprawling houses in California. Behind its security gates, a twelve-bed escape-room in which to pen their memoirs- 411 pages of justifications.
Younger generations already have to live with the cold realities of an Islamified, multicultural Europe. From the Right where they will shelter, they will curse the short-sighted naivety of the dying generations.
With each passing year it becomes clearer who were the real “Victorious” powers of the two “Rothschild” World Wars. How the US and others blocked the resettlement of Jewish populations over the decades. The banks, the arms manufacturers and webs of great families, are still counting their profits.
“We are laughing at The Westerner fools. Trapped by their own naivety, as their so-called Governments promise one thing but do another. Slaves of Fate to the Euro-Caliph and World Government that created it; half-seen, surrounding them”- VOiCE
“The new world religion will be- Dehumanism”- James Chanel
“White Caucasian Male”- the description redolent of 70’s Cop shows- is now the only endangered species no one wants to conserve.
Just as no one who understands how to use Tik-Tok will remember something much, much more significant… The Waltons.
To see how much America has lost its way. A Virginian family with a family saw-mill in the Blue Ridge Mountains, handed down three generations. Schmaltzy, yes. But a life not as confined at ours; pecked at by Big Government with nothing better to do with the taxes it confiscates. They were independents, self-reliant- indeed all the things The State and its minions love to hate.
The problem for the US is that it will become impossible, if it isn’t already, to live a “Walton” life. Even a facsimile of a facsimile, as it was when I visited “Walton Mountain” at Universal Studios. No pines to give the ridge and trails their hazy Democratic blue. Just a smoggy vista of Downtown LA.
That should worry Americans. It should worry the rest of us even more.
“Britain hasn’t had a “Conservative” Prime Minister since Margaret Thatcher. There is no “Conservative” Party”- JAMES CHANEL
Hidden in Plain Sight
The West’s suicide note is already signed.
A green and white “Islamic UK State” flies above 10 Downing Street. Mentally, culturally that is a fact: you just can’t see it.
Surrenders are not signed with a few signatures. They are capitulated day by day, year by year. Concession by concession. Decades before they are signed. In the futile race to assimilate incompatible races. The Unbelievers lost before they began. Their precious “Democracy” and impotent “Values” imprisoned, then erased them.
Some Fates may not be changed. They are written.
The Kitchen Sink Politician
Once any “Government” only 2-in-10 have voted for, fails in the Basics- and the most “Basic” of all is a border and mutually-assured protection- it has failed itself.
The Demos demonstrate because the people assign, “out-source”, lend and reserve their impulse to defend themselves and be- The Law- to representatives. Once the “minority-majority” becomes obfuscated, by “Proportional Representation” and “Single-Transferable Vote” “systems”, the democratic game and illusion is already over.
“PR”- the Just-add-water Instant Panacea. The placebo cure for other, less easily defined problems. “Democracy” then becomes part of The Problem, not the solution. One that others, more ruthless, less tied by a thousand strings and self-doubt like Gulliver’s Giant, will exploit. The Islamic Euro State, indeed a Globalised “Caliphate” is already assembled. Waiting, not for the “If” but the “When”, to be supplied by the tangled West, tangled in itself.
The Spartans are NOT coming. Unfortunately for you.
The Spartans are not coming. They are already here.
They share your recycling bin and your goodwill. Your smile and your naivete. They access the communal hall, the debate and the generosity, by automatic bank transfer every Thursday. They possess your keys, and your society, through your letterbox a-morality. They decide for you, because of your million indecisions.
They alone see clearly in the multicultural fog you made. They do not want your Paradise: because they have others.
They are The Spartan imports. The Implants. You, the dippy Athenian Woke, clinging onto your “ideals” and your blood-stained toga. Neither of which means anything as the blade sinks deeper, and the last of the air in your lungs and your life escapes…
They are your new owners, employers and Priests. All because you lost touch with who you are. Because you lost touch with who you were.
They do not need to bear gifts or build wooden horses. They are the “quiet ones” next door, who will not be quiet much longer.
There is no obligation, or loyalty, to that which has shown none in return. Not all “Laws” are just: or just because they are Laws. Each person must find their own “State”. Be your own leader.
Shed the long, lazy shadows of decades of indoctrination. That “Government” is left for others to do. And like a magician’s neat hand, conjure solutions that never are.
The Armchair Politician
They- The Eliterati- “the powers” have let things unravel too far. Now the only question for the Governments no one voted for, is how to manage the icy slide into social, political and economic anarchy. That alone will decide how “Dark” the coming Dark Age will prove to be.
They have decided to make Ireland the Migration “Concentration Camp” for the silent invasion of the UK and EU.
Not so much the “Enemy of the State”: but now the State has become everyone’s enemy.
“The Europeans have not yet realised that Russia and its allies would be able to overrun the EU and occupy the UK within six months. Because the US will do nothing which will surprise itself, and the enemy within will seize the day to found an EU-Islamic State”.
The Great Con
As soon as war is declared, suddenly men are expected to offer themselves as human sacrifices. Having been denigrated as “Toxic”, marginalized and falsely accused of everything apart from “sun-spot activity”, they are, no questions asked, to offer their lives. Conditioned like government pets to be maimed or killed to protect a few politicians’ careers and banks.
If Governments want another convenient war, let women go fight each other in hand-to hand combat. But women are too sensible.
In today’s warped, anti-male society men are always somebody else’s fool.
Opt-out of The Feminist Mind-games. Governments and “Women and families” don’t need you, they only want- the same life.
Better to die alone, free, than die a fool.
“On White Male Liberation”- NeueWeb
The New Ab-normal
Another day, another idiot Government Minister or Secretary decides not to decide. Deludes themselves by deluding us, that they “Govern”. Not by consent: but by apathy.
The moronic British Home Secretary congratulates himself. No need for names- it’s always the same moron. A token “ethnic” moron, or a “moron-with-a-uterus”. And, or both.
UK Open Door migration will be “Reduced” to a mere 330,000. Catastrophic “Failure” now repainted the colour of “Success”.
In 1992, net migration of 92,000 was considered scandalous, worthy of resignation. But which fool do you appoint as successor to a fool?
So you pole-vault another token, eye-candy, “ethno-photo-fit” over other, “lighter skin-tone” candidates.
And hope for a well-hung Parliament. Before you are hung.
The Chosen Uterus- Noblesse Oblige
“The cream of society”. Rich and thick.
Royals- not renowned for the size of their above-shoulder prowess- taking £90k places at Eton that could benefit more deserving students of its “privilege” and “first class” all-round education. Like the invisible White, Working class boys- remember them?
WWB’s are the least likely minority to go on to college.
The Royals and “noble” Dukes mostly acquired their wealth by legalised theft. Bullying and conning the next to nothing, out of those with next to nothing.
On Schumann’s “Seven Songs”
Shall we be “Forgiven” ?
Or is it only we who imagine what we seek.
Smooth the carpet of stars and years
Of our myriad meanness.
Worn thin by familiarity and habit.
What would we be, forgiven,
Without them?
James Chanel - Author “The Average Indian”- NEUEWEB- Amazon/KDP