The Land of Lost Content
Travelling on the London underground is usually an interesting way to observe “diversity”, but earlier this month I was too absorbed in a piece in the Evening Standard to pay much attention to my fellow passengers. The feature which had caught my attention was headed “Ben Fogle and the fine art of being English”. It turns out that Ben has written a new book: ” ‘we hit a funny obstacle today’ he said ‘the book…
Batten Down the Hatches
Max Musson’s article on the disastrous ineptitude of the Conservative campaign in the recent general election leads me on to explore one or two further implications of the debacle – and it was a debacle no matter how much Mrs. May’s supporters protest that she actually won the election – perhaps she did, technically, but we all know who really won it. In Paul Nuttall’s resignation speech he said that within eighteen months Ukip would be “bigger than ever”…
United We Stand – (Not)
It’s happened again of course, as we learnt with shock but no surprise. The outrage was greeted again by the usual scenes of vigils, candles, flowers and so on and so forth; entirely understandable if such demonstrations help to assuage the sense of shock and grief, but in fact pitiable and useless. Useless because the only emotion which will serve us now is implacable anger fuelling a determination to rid our country of this curse which has been…
Annihilation Begins
Is that heading too dramatic for the recent atrocity in Manchester? I don’t think so. What else is it when a member of an intrusive population targets our girls and young women for mass slaughter? He has wiped out a section of those who would otherwise bear the next generation of our people. It is already the case that with a White British birthrate of 1.6 children per woman the dial is set to slow extinction. Now the…
What Now?
Many of us will have suffered a sense of deja vue as news came through of Ukip’s wipeout in the local elections. Although on a vastly greater scale, the disaster was all too reminiscent of the BNP’s obliteration at the general and local elections of 2010. While we could debate the cause of the BNP’s decline and fall – if it still mattered – there can be no doubt about the cause of Ukip’s eclipse. It is perceived…
The Folk
I was thinking the other day of some warning words from Mark Collett. He is concerned by the dilemma in which some active young nationalists find themselves – fired up with youthful patriotic idealism they wish to do their bit for race and nation but fall foul of the oppressive laws of the politically correct state, or the discrimination which liberal society inflicts upon those who challenge its all-pervading values. No doubt most of us…
Loving
Did anyone ever have a more perfect name than the hero of Hollywood’s latest romantic drama? It will not have been easy to miss the publicity for this film, but just in case anyone has, here’s the plot of what is presented as a true story: Mr. Loving, a white man, fell in love with a black woman in the Virginia of 1958. They wished to marry but Virginian law, in common with that of many of…
MSM Common Sense
I often take a look at the right wing American blogs which (naturally) give themselves much of the credit for the rise of populism in the United States. It is their belief that the rise of the internet has to a large extent enabled them to counter, and even overcome, the traditional mainstream media (the “MSM”), which is overwhelmingly left wing except in odd pockets where it is neocon and therefore nearly as bad. I don’t know enough about the…
A Curate’s Egg
We all remember the old joke about the curate’s egg – “good in parts”. That was my reaction on reading the speech on Brexit which Mrs. May delivered at Lancaster House on Tuesday. By far the greater part of it was indeed good; it is good to know that we will be exiting the EU with complete control over our borders, laws and money and with the right to enter into trade agreements with other countries. Or…
Ignorance and Bigotry
Some of you may have seen reports in the press of a minor disturbance in the Bull Ring, Birmingham on Sunday 8th January. The significance of the date is that it is “Plough Sunday”, traditionally the beginning of the agricultural year. Although the centre of Birmingham might seem an odd place to celebrate the beginning of the agricultural year, a celebration there was in the shape of performances by groups of Morris dancers. One of these…