Dispossession of one people by another may follow a spectacular conquest and genocide event, or it may be a much more gradual process, a salami slicing accumulation of tiny individual losses which take a lifetime but which, by the end of that lifetime, has transformed society beyond recognition and in a way very much to the disadvantage of the dispossessed. This is the familiar “boiling frog” analogy – the frog doesn’t realise the water is…

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…

Putting aside my lament of our folk still wasting their time, money, and effort on the meaningless inter-racial love-fest that is modern-day football, I’m moved to comment on the galling hypocrisy of FIFA. In an ultimate affront and dishonour to the war-dead of both European civil wars (WWI and WWII), FIFA has banned the wearing of poppies because football’s world governing body prohibits “political, religious or commercial messages” being displayed on the pitch. FIFA rules,…

How could anyone vote to leave the European Union now that we know that we will all be £4,300 a year better off by 2030 if we stay in? Except that we will all be better off anyway even if we leave, just not by quite as much – and all of that is assuming that economic growth continues at a predictable rate until 2030. And in economics nothing is predictable. If we are trying…

By Frederick Dixon: If you were lucky – because it received little coverage – you will have caught that news item the other day; that the percentage of White British births in England and Wales fell in 2014 to its lowest level ever of 65.3%. Well, of course it was the lowest level ever (so far) because until not so long ago, and well within living memory, nearly everyone in the country was White British and so, naturally,…

By Frederick Dixon: In August I wrote a short piece about the Rotherham child sex grooming scandal, and wondered if at last the left/liberal ice which has kept us in a political and intellectual deep freeze since the sixties was beginning to thaw. As the months go by I become more and more optimistic that the ice age is, at last, drawing to a close; I know that it doesn’t always seem like it when schools can be punished for being too…

By Max Musson: As the dust settles and the nation breathes a sigh of relief following the referendum on Scottish independence and as the various establishment political parties announce their plans in the wake of this historic event, there is still cause for those of us who hold dear the ultimate survival and well-being of our people, to be concerned about what the future holds. Prior to the referendum in Scotland various commentators, disturbed by…

By Max Musson: In my earlier article on the referendum on Scottish independence, I pointed out that the leaders of the three main establishment parties in the UK as well as the Scottish National Party (SNP) are all enthusiastic supporters of the European Union (EU) and that as a long-term aim of the EU is the dismemberment of the member states into small regions, Scotland being one such region, any ‘tears’ shed over the break…

By Max Musson: When the subject of national self-determination is discussed and nationalists assert our belief in an independent Britain, free from domination by the EU and other international and globalist forces, an argument is always used stating categorically that we as a nation are incapable of feeding ourselves and therefore must submit to supra-national domination or else be starved into submission. The statistic always quoted is that we only produce approximately 70% of our…

By Frederick Dixon: So lovely was this evening that I couldn’t bear to stay in, and a walk in the country beckoned. As I wandered along paths deep sunk amid blossoming hawthorn and cow parsley and amid every shade of green – and all this within fifteen miles of Charing Cross – I reflected for the ten thousandth time how near to a paradise most of England still is. That led me on, as it…