Showing posts with label evil. Show all posts
Showing posts with label evil. Show all posts

Sunday, 15 November 2009

Satanic Sunday #2


Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven.’


Conservatism 101.


Satan’s words are from Paradise Lost; my character-building slow-reading assignment for October (!), represent as neat a summation of what evil is and why is must be constantly and vigorously fought and, I think, helps to demonstrate why conservatism is the best response to such a mind-set.

The scenario is that Satan’s rebellious angels have just been thrown down into Hell by God’s victorious loyal angels. Even before we get to the part where Satan speaks his famous political aphorism above (a mere 263 lines into the poem), Satan makes it plain that he’s still up for a fight:


What though the field be lost?
All is not lost; th’ unconquerable will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield.

To be weak is miserable,
Doing or suffering.

And out of good still to find means of evil.


That’s a mere twenty lines after Satan and his refugee army hit the very bottom of the cosmos, and he’s already bouncing back and marshalling the troops for a rematch against Heaven. His army is in utter disarray: beaten disarmed, demoralized and exiled to the worst place imaginable… and still he’s ready to have another go.

So why is this stuff relevant to conservatism?


I first read this poem back in the early 1980s as part of the official reading list for my degree (my actual studies being: girls; cider; and shouting at Lefties: some things are just so much fun that you never find anything better). At that time the Soviets and their British adherents, paid and volunteer; knowing and unwitting, were running a full-time propaganda campaign to disguise the Soviet arms build-up and to slander and libel the West’s reactive rearmament against that. I sat in an English tutorial concerned with the poem and looked about me; there were half a dozen other undergraduates, the tutor, and me. Three undergraduates sported the CND badges and the tutor was well known on campus and in the town as supporting the campaign. Education is supposed to teach you things; things about human nature and the way of the world, right? But when I made the blindingly-obvious and unoriginal comment that Satan was voicing the thoughts and ambitions of the power-hungry the world over and at all times throughout history, I got blank states of puzzlement. Seeking power for its own sake: for the fun of conflict and conquest; for the sadistic joy of others’ obedience; for compliance with and service to The Truth; for the self-esteem of being top dog, regardless of the consequences to self and others, are constants of human nature - seemingly ineradicable. And therefore, I went on, eternal vigilance against such ambitions and the readiness to resist and overcome their aims was a constant necessity of life on Earth. I mean, it’d be crazy to let great big gangs of human beings with this kind of attitude walk around loose and unconstrained in the playground with the realpolitik equivalents of carpet knives and firelighters, yeah?


Then came the little smiles of smug recognition and adamantine rejection.

Well of course this is only a poem... It’s not about real life... And people, unlike angels, are open to reason and gentle persuasion... It doesn’t tell us anything about the real world.


Even then, twenty-five years ago, the culture wars were so advanced in their victory over us that so-called ‘students’ were prepared to state in front of their question-setting and Final exam-marking tutor that the meaning of words in literature don’t have anything to teach us about mankind or the world we live in.


So, assuming that evil can in large measure be (very, very roughly defined) as the willingness to exert power over others against their will or welfare, and regardless of suffering to self or object, how do the various kinds of political though deal with this issue?


Where are we now?


I wouldn’t start from here. The situation-based belief systems argue that such issues would pose little or no threat to the good life if only the external situation were changed. For socialists of the non-Marxist sort, power itself need not be corrupting or harmful if only the society is arranged in certain ways that allow people to meet their material wants and to satisfy their psychological needs. A fairer and more equal distribution of goods and opportunities by the State and law would either dissolve such bullying ambitions or weaken their power to do harm to others.

I don’t see how a more equal division of the spoils of production (even disregarding the lower and poorer quality of goods and services that is likely to occur under redistribution) would necessarily protect a child from his obsessive and possessive mother’s urge to exert absolute control over him, for example. Even if everyone had a nice little house and fifteen K a year and went to a bog-standard comprehensive, wouldn’t such authorities that were willing and empowered to enforce such material equality be willing and able to drill down into family lie and interfere before breakfast, lunch, and dinner and likely do as much bureaucratic harm as such whining harridans? They do it now; why not after the election of True Labour? Now, in international relations, even if equality of some sort were arranged nationally, what is to stop outside, unequal regimes from attacking and re-dividing the equal society? George Orwell posited an army of a socialist Britain still wearing the Lion and the Unicorn of its uniform buttons but that good man had never seen sixty years of the social worker mentality being in charge of almost everything – and so he never observed how an obsession with kindness and fairness takes the sense of danger and fear of ‘the other’ out of a culture. Wishful thinking is inherently bred into people in such a polity – and martial caution is bred out. Witness the almost total absence of fear amongst the equalitariat that an apocalyptic loon who’s joyously anticipating the End Times is well on his way to having The Bomb. Satan’s attitude doesn’t give a stuff about day care centres, The Paper Bag Princess, or the ready availability of affordable contraception – one way or another he wants to rule your hippy arse, Crystalglow Moonchild, and no messing.


And what of the equality officials themselves? I know of one public official in an impeccably equalitarian and redistributionist bureaucracy whose personal feuds have led to numerous unjust disciplinary proceedings against clearly blameless minions; to suspensions on full pay; and to the non-delivery of services to the organisation’s pitiful ‘customers’ against the will of Parliament and of great waste and cost to the taxpayer. But the very bureaucracy that was set up to provide these services is being used to do great personal harm to the professionals concerned and to squander scarce resources. The bully is unconstrained, having a major ‘in’ with the governing authorities of the organisation concerned – she’s untouchable.


Equality is not enough.


Libertarians tend to look at our present situation of massive government regulation of economic and personal life, of high taxation and State-created poverty, and look for a world in which governmental power is severely reduced or abolished, and in which, therefore, most people will be freer and also richer and therefore more able to fulfill their personal wishes. Well, I’d like to be freer and richer and good luck with that, my friends; we’re three elections from any chance of a government even aiming at what libertarians want, I think, and with the mandate to do something about it. But even if a minimal state came about, it is difficult to imagine that it again would survive outside interference from the usual sort. I’ve read Devil’s Kitchen describing a libertarian foreign policy for Britain that involves home stationing of armed forces only, and a big navy to protect trade convoys; thus cheapening our defence needs, keeping ourselves to ourselves and our properties overseas, and not interfering with others’ ways of life. Let them get on with it. Splendid isolationism. No more Iraq wars. No Afghanistans. Except that evil is greedy – it wants it all. Devil’s Kitchen’s scenario doesn’t take into account the global ambitions of this mind-set. I wonder which ports our convoys will be allowed to dock in, and to offload what goods and to take aboard what commodities if this happens? I can scarcely imagine a more defenceless polity to inhabit than one in which we let Satan’s thoughts run amok- unconstrained and unanswered by arms.

And what of the bullying and power within institutions of freedom? Much lessened though they may be compared to the horrors of the Gulag and Madrassa and the concentration camp, still some consequences of freedom hurt.


What to do about a fashion industry that persists (freely and unconstrained apart from ‘voluntary codes’) in portraying ultra-thin and often under-age models as beautiful, and thus encouraging anorexia and bulimia? The decisions of models and young girls and women alike to starve themselves are free and voluntary. The fashion houses that use and celebrate ultra-thin models as beautiful and worthy of emulation use their imagination and justly acquired property freely and without coercion, and of course their critics are free to argue that it’s all a dangerous fantasy and a confidence trick played on women. But it’s still power, and still people are freely taken in and hurt by that power. Unintended consequences can be malign and deadly, and good intentions on the road to Hell end in the same place. Idealised freedom of the pure libertarian kind is the will to not-power.


Freedom isn’t enough.


Who: whom?


It’s an HR problem. For Marxists, the urge to power is no problem. It can achieve great success and great improvements in the world, only if it’s used properly. ‘Properly’ has a specific meaning here: it needs to be enacted by the right people and at the right point in history will assure this, and all will be well.


Likewise the supporters of aristocratic rule.


Likewise absolute monarchists.


Likewise fascists.


Plenty of room for, and evidence of, Satan’s opinion throughout history to prove my point there.


Choosing the right people isn’t enough.


Absolute deniers.


People just aren’t like that (any more.) Liberals of all sorts tend to take the position that power-hunger, greed for office, and the determination to dominate are personal matters that can be softened or eradicated altogether by circumstantial changes or appeals to folks’ better natures. It is only the constraining institutions of social life – bullying family structures, economic inequality (again), or economic freedom (again), or beliefs in religion, or nation, or theories of human nature or the market or sexual supremacy or whatever, that lead people to dominate and do harm to others. Take away the structures and re-educate the beliefs out of people in a rational and kindly way and you’ll eradicate Satan’s will to power.


Have these people never been in playgrounds?


Our species derives from a meat-eating savannah and scrubland primate that has hunted and gathered in small family groups for millions of years; variously fleeing from and in turn menacing predators and competitors for game and forage, and the instincts that allowed us to do that are unlikely to go away after a mere 12,000 years or so of settled living. The instincts to reproduce and to have one’s children especially favoured; to survive by impressing one’s own will on others around oneself; to be first in the scrum to eat the prey are old. Fifteen minutes a day of Rousseau and sixty of Sesame Street just aren’t going to dig that deep into our complex natures.


Teaching people right from wrong isn’t enough.


So where am I going with this meandering collection of truisms, platitudes, massive generalizations, incomplete arguments, probable non-sequiturs and likely enough straw men?


‘The problem of politics’ is often expressed by formulae like; goodwill is limited, or altruism is constrained… and therefore how do we deal with our species’ imperfection in communal life?


The one single answer is that there isn’t just one single answer.


Belief systems that go off on one track alone or principally on one track – hunting after equality, or freedom, or king making or remaking ordinary human beings into better creatures not only often misunderstand what we are (which itself is damnably complicated), but of course ignore all the other things that can possibly go wrong other than their own favoured Source Of All Evil.

They all pretty much fall at the first fence in that specific constitutional arrangements or prescriptions for personal improvements might - just - address the obvious manifestations of Satan’s ambition, but they also let it in the back door (through ignoring unpolitical kinds of bullying) or through the front door in the form of Quis custodiet ipsos custodes.


And there’s always another Satan along in minute or a decade.

In the days when our rulers treated their countries and the people in them as property to be snatched and hoarded and passed on to their own descendants there was always some overseas marriage to consummate at lance-point or some local land deal to seal in blood, if the Turk or the moors didn’t haul you off from Cornwall or Sussex into slavery first. When the Christian religion became the battlefield the people of these islands had to figure out the right form of communion using little ships, brass cannon and pikes. And then came the blasted republicans; rebelling in American and threatening our trade on the Continent and shooting us in the back in Ireland – some of it turned out just fine, but some turned into a 200-year bloody grudge down to today and some warped into a crazed proto-dictator or late-era Caesar or cut-price Bourbon – take your pick. And then when he was dealt with there came diplomacy and colonial wars (and you might paint us as the villains sometimes then as we weren’t always gentle) and then Prussian militarism segueing into nationalism and later into something that made Prussian militarism seem like cricket by comparison, and fascism and communism staring us down throughout the weary Twentieth Century with a side order of Feinian horror, and them when the Soviets went away the Religion of Peace raised on victory in Afghanistan and oil money decided to have a bash in the airlines and oilfields and mill towns of the world, and none of that could have been appeased or halted or slowed much by good housing, a thorough grounding in the classics, a hearty round of the National Anthem or lower marginal rates of tax. No matter how often we think we've sorted it all out and can get the spare room fixed up and the poor fed, some evil swine always comes along with a better idea of what to do with our time and the contents of our arteries and the rest of our children's lives. There just plain is no single cure for the reasons that Satan through humanity attaches to his hunger for power and taste for blood.


And that’s just Pride – merely one of the Deadly Sins against which our culture once taught us to fear. What of the others? What of Sloth: how to deal with benefits couch potatoes and trust fund drones and their opposites and counterparts; Stakhanovite corporate workhorses ignoring their families because of Career or suicidal Japanese students going for impossibly high grades at exam-time? Or Anger: how to manage it in the body politic to avoid vendetta, lynch-mobs and genocide without degenerating into appeasement of the Great Dictators or the passive acceptance of mediaeval dhimmis averting their eyes as the Sultan’s men ride past their crumbling and legally unrepairable churches or synagogues?


We don’t all live today like homo ergaster on the one hand or Neil Armstrong on the other. Nor are we all like Chairman Mao or Mother Teresa: not all of us all of the time, and some of us none of the time. Over the millennia since agriculture was discovered and the settled dwelling in fixed communities that it made possible, billions of people have discovered millions of ways of living together without reverting to cannibalism at one extreme and suffering under absolute tyranny at the other. There are a lot of problems and a lot of cures for those problems.

This is why philosophies like conservatism that take the well-mixed compost heap stance to political and social life score over the single-thrust type.


Mix and match and accept that circumstances alter cases and admit to yourself that change is the only constant, and that panaceas are mythological and you still might go wrong, but do otherwise and you will always go wrong, eventually.


Yes: we need freedom to discover new ways of living, but no; we should be unafraid to adjust for those who will be trampled or left behind. Yes: the individual is a moral creature and a unit of intelligence and a proper recipient for consideration and expensive help sometimes, but no; without family and society he’s pretty much a rogue hunter much of the time. Yes: nationhood is a collective defence and gives a focus as to how large problems can be solved, but no; it should not be treated as the sole or overwhelming political goal. Yes: the free ownership and disposal of property can conjure up all kinds of wealth and opportunity, but no: when it concentrates naturally it can become as much of a pestilence as rank poverty. Yes: the family is a mainstay of and orderly social life and a conserver of property, but remember also feudalism and honour killings.


There is nothing so lovely and charming that human beings can’t make a weapon or other curse out of it, but also there is little that is so vile that inspiration and hope can’t be founded on its horrors – from the slow torturing to death of an innocent man to the lengthy starvation and slaughter of half a people. There is no single thing that can keep Satan and his terrible companions at bay forever. No country; no religion; nor sum of money nor language nor marriage nor single book of truth that serves us at all times and in all ways to live together without warring amongst ourselves forever.


When it comes down to it, if we want to solve stuff, we’re left pretty much with human beings – human beings who can imagine and anticipate Satan…and his converse.


But what the hell do I know? I’m only human.

Monday, 31 August 2009

Human Nature


Back in the land of whippets and ferret-juggling ex-mill workers again, but humbled in my ironic sniper’s rooftop perch by the piece below.


Just in case anyone’s feeling I’m running down my home region a lot these days here’s a bit of that internet cliché Good News from The Bolton News for your edification. Lancashire bravery in the spirit of the Accrington Pals.


Hero care home worker Carol Bostock honoured following blaze


THE care home was filled with thick black smoke and a fire was raging downstairs.

It was New Year’s Eve, and Carol Bostock, who cares for three disabled tenants at Stowell Court, Halliwell, had already led two of them to safety.

But a third man was trapped upstairs, fearing for his life.

Without a thought for her own safety, Mrs Bostock went back into the burning building and rushed to his aid.


I disagree about this – it’s a journalistic cliché. I bet she thought long and hard about her own safety: imagining falling prey to smoke inhalation and suffocating in darkened corridors, or her clothes and hair bursting into flames; or maybe inhaling fire and feeling her lungs scorching and melting as blood and fire boiled her from within. I bet she was really, really aware of all this in her future, but that something inside her decided to think about that third man as someone preciousand worth of life even at the cost of her own.


She put a coat over his head to shield him from the smoke, but then faced an agonising wait as she used the stairlift to get him to the ground floor.


Waiting under fire (literally in this case), when all your instincts for self-preservation tell you to run, has to be one of the clearest examples of sustained courage that Fate throws at our species. We admire and expect such conduct in infantry - young and trained and possibly not too imaginative about death yet and motivated by pride and standing amongst friends and comrades and bolstered by all that - but in a middle-aged civilian all alone but for her charge and fellow human being?

I suspect that she was not all alone at all.


Firefighters arrived within minutes but by that time, the 55-year-old had already saved all three residents.

Yesterday, Mrs Bostock relived the daring rescue after receiving a commendation from the Greater Manchester Fire Service.

The modest care worker was overwhelmed by the award but said she feared for her life.

She said: “I was very scared. I couldn’t see for the smoke and it was taking so long to get him down the stairs.

“I just knew I had to get them all out. I didn’t know whether I could do it but I had to try. It feels fantastic to get the award.”


Just so you know.


At the ceremony at Bolton Central Fire Station, firefighters told Mrs Bostock she was a life-saver.

Watch commander Ted Andrews, who was on duty that night, said: “If it wasn’t for Carol we would have had a fatal fire on our hands.

“By the time we got there the fire was very well developed. Luckily, Carol got everyone out.

“Not many people could do what she did.”

Mrs Bostock received a County Fire Officer’s Certificate of Commendation from Deputy County Fire Officer Kieran Nolan.

Presenting her with the award, he said: “Carol didn’t want any fuss but it is important that we recognise what a brave thing she did.”

Mrs Bostock is now working back at the care home in Stowell Court with the three residents whose lives she saved.


It’s an old argument but human beings: are we merely wild animals who’ve learned to think - clever meat whose evolution provides instincts of group solidarity which sometimes help the species to survive? Or something more? A touch of angel, perhaps, or a fragment of deity?


To add to the above argument and not to take away from the huge courage involved, there’s the link below to an event nearby that’s the moral opposite of Carol Bostock’s heroism.


Pensioner attacked


Read that, compare it with the above story, and tell me poor housing alone make people evil, along with the lack of recreational facilities and ‘jobs.’


Wednesday, 12 August 2009

Meanwhile, back in Hell…


The Screwtape Letters by CS Lewis remain a delightful and illuminating read: full of nice short chapters for quick, hurried reads in a busy life on the road to Damnation, or it can be a heavenly bog-book for those little sessions where you’re obliged to sit still and think about politicians and the state of your own body and soul.


Mostly it’s fun.


Mostly...


Because it's really about us.


It’s also a handy little Devil’s Own Guide to fouling up life and preparing us all for a highly calorific afterlife, and takes the form of letters from an experienced demon - Screwtape - to an inexperienced new field agent - Wormwood - whose assignment it is to tempt his particular victim (the ‘patient’) away from any chance of Heaven and into Hell where his soul will be devoured by the demons as a delicacy. Wormwood’s mission - and there’s little doubt that he had no choice but to accept it - is frustrated by the fact that the patient has recently become a Christian. Screwtape offers advice to the hapless rookie in the each chapter (or each week as it was originally published in The Guardian!) to help him overcome the obstacles that God -‘The Enemy’ – puts between Wormwood and success. Thus Screwtape tells us something illuminating about virtue and vice in each chapter which are often real and particular and permanent features of our lives on earth and how we do live it, how we mess it up, and how we might do better by ourselves and our fellows here and now.


Each chapter is funny and enlightening in some particular way. Lewis was making points about Christian morality and theology and therefore not every part of each will be to all tastes, but it’s still got a lot to say in short, easy to digest ways about the human condition and how we live today and might live tomorrow. Mostly each chapter's funny because, as Lewis remarked himself about readers' comments, they usually remind readers of themselves.


Both of the regular readers of this blog will know that I’m no Christian of any sort: though this week newcomers probably couldn’t tell it, but England was until very recently solidly Christian for nearly a thousand years and most of the rest of Britain still is, if anything. So our common morality was [until the relativists and the Marxists and others got their paws on it] likewise mostly influenced by the Judeo-hellenic world-view of personal responsibility and the need to consider others as rational beings and the children of God and hence to treat them as we would wish to be treated ourselves.Notice how well this isn’t doing now that world-view is being forced out and replaced with empty and damning nostrums of the Left and hyper-individualism. Most people in and of these islands will recognise what Screwtape is getting at when he advises Wormwood how to subvert the patient’s faith via his manners, his family affections, his friendships and companionship with fellow-parishioners – and especially through sexual love.


Yey! Sex at last.


Though not with anyone like CS Lewis, obviously.


Screwtape’s advice about how to make the patient feel secretly superior to his nicer new Christian acquaintances show us how snobbery (pride!) might jeopardize his new-found love for a girlfriend who would otherwise support him and help make him a better and happier person. He shows us how to destroy a marriage or other loving relationship by persuading us to believe that each act of generosity is some kind of ‘sacrifice’ to be repaid in full (and in blood by implication) rather than a gift; freely given and asking nothing in return. [I wouldn’t imagine Lewis to be a fan of Ayn Rand]…and by showing us this, he also shows how to keep such relationships alive and happy.


He’s also very witty on the gluttony of ‘moderate’ or slimming diets, and he beautifully accounts for the tooth-clenching anger that people who only want ‘a little’, or who want something simple ‘done properly’ can inspire in generous hosts and friends who put the boat out. Or serve meat. Oops.


He was also bang up-to-date on the glib, empty intellectuals who would one day come to rule Britain; full of moral relativism and itching to tear down the familiar and the good, (here we are then) and an extra ‘chapter’ which was written later than the original wartime letters is as good a commentary on and condemnation of communism and the weakness and absurdities all-too available in consumerism - and a prediction of the bland conformity of our very own bureaucratic age. I’d say it’s a must for all conservatives, Christian or otherwise, and indeed for anyone who doesn’t want to sub-contract their conscience and personal happiness to the jokers who pull the strings in government today.


This book works because it’s funny; especially in the old tempter’s inversions and lies - fair is foul and foul is fair and all that. Screwtape is unconsciously ironic. His glibness about how pointless the virtues and even simple kindness are shows his words up as the lies they are. His libels of morality strike like accidental blessings at the reader’s conscience and they give us hope about the goodness at the heart of our own way of life and encouragement to live it well.


So we laugh at his increasing fury - and hunger - as Wormwood blunders ever further away from the patients’ damnation. Most of all it works and we smile - because the patient's faults are our own; and often easy enough to remedy in ourselves..


Enjoy.


Don’t sign anything you’re not 100% sure of.


Amazon. eBay. Play.com.


I recommend the Illustrated letters as the cartoons are fun and for once illustrate points about each chapter.

Friday, 7 August 2009

Mistah Kurtz, he live

Quick! Look!

Want to see the Problem of Politics discussed quickly, sharply, and bang up to date?

Pop over to the African Mog Maths guy for a razor-sharp dissection of the Heart of Darkness.

Thursday, 16 July 2009

The Thames Valley crater

Accidental evil


I'm rather surprised that the BBC mentioned
this - and gave names and background! - so credit where credit's due for once.



Deadly blast in Pakistani village

Pakistani rescue workers carry a sack of explosives material found from the rubble of a house after a massive explosion in Mian Channu near Multan, Pakistan on Monday, July 13, 2009.

At least nine people, seven of them children, have been killed in an explosion at a house in Punjab province in Pakistan, hospital officials say.

District co-ordination officer Kamran Khan said that the blast went off in a teacher's house, where Koranic lessons for children were regularly held.

Mr Khan said: "The blast was heard over a vast area and from the extent of damage it has caused it looks like a large quantity of explosives was involved.

"The people of the village say they saw a flame rise to the sky and then the ground shook like in an earthquake."

The BBC's M Ilyas Khan in Islamabad says this would suggest the arms dump belonged to Lashkar-e-Jhangvi and that the place was being used by the militant group to indoctrinate children.

I so look forward to the next genius who tells us we need to be talking to the moderate Taliban.

There's nothing wrong in principle with subverting the enemy by trying to divide him, but when you sup with the devil...Make damn sure you check any contract you sign, and that kooks who keep HE under their 'schools' aren't involved in the new power structure. And if we're not sure as to the precise goals of the war nor how its implementation should continue...

Should be a doddle for our Diplomatic Service given the great job they did putting a defeated and surrendering IRA into the centre of Northern Ireland's power structures.

Oh, and do remember that Pakistan has the Bomb. This isn't all about drains and elections in Afghanistan: it's about the London's crater walls running wet with molten steel some day. All this pseudo-hippy give peace a chance stuff from the so-called Right and so-called libertarians that waffles on about 'illegal wars' and argues we 'should leave them alone' is wishful thinking: especially when the West's policeman of sixty years has just skinned himself a fat one and turned up his Bob Dylan. It's about our survival.

No more accidents, please, HMG.


Heads up and thanks to The Religion of Peace as always.

Saturday, 4 April 2009

Evil Britain Top Ten. And hope.


Good afternoon poop-pickers.


Welcome to the Coprolite Hit Parade, sponsored by Gramsci & Rousseau: Evil Stupid Ideas For All Occasions and Nations, brought to you at knock-down prices just like the stock-market, and they’re practically cutting their own throats to do it for us.*


Evil.


Ranting Stan starts the ball rolling at Number Ten with a heart-warming tale of how Britain’s justice system is still a world leader in keeping innocent gangs of hooligans safe from marauding Daily-Mail reading curtain-twitching haters of homosexuals, women and Jews (but not those who do so in a nice way such as the Islamists; with poetry and tradition and God on their side). Fortunately for those who care deeply about civil liberties and the rights of young people, this evil householder and taxpayer is now dead and therefore unable to use the special Tory magnet that draws violent criminals into the houses of the citizenry so they can be persecuted by the judgemental and privileged Thatcherite ruling elite.



An equally welcome visitor to the Top Ten is Laban Tall whose ever-vigilant eyes and nimble fingers continue to discover things about our country’s everyday life which much of the multi-billion mainstream media fails to bring to our national leaders’ attention as something worth changing, or at least doing something right about with existing laws.

Here’s a tale of everyday multiculturalism and torture and the Paddington Hard Stare that our wonderful judiciary gives even to impish scallywags such as these. And here's a story he found to thrill the thrifty souls of any Council Tax payer who fears that local government is squandering its very own money on idle foolishness rather than delivering the essential services that we all depend upon to survive. Now I don’t know if the innocent morons X and Y are either mongs, flids, spasbos or crips, but I’m guessing the torture and threats of death might have penetrated even the most fuddled of consciousnesses as something worth avoiding, but the vigilant Master of the Rolls has saved a packet of cash for the deeply caring and delightfully diverse councillors of that paragon of gentle justice, the London Borough of Hounslow. I’m sure they did their best. Oh, and know for sure that should someone remonstrate with you for nipping ahead at the Sainsbury’s tills because you only have a bottle of milk and the cash ready, then the full force of the law in all its majesty will fall upon your murderers like…a feather? Gentle spring rain? A child’s innocent laughter?



Straight in at Number Eight is newcomer to TJ.AT? Edwin Greenwood, whose Dogwash post here will inspire all fair-minded people who wish the best for the multicultural society and worry about the eyesight of people in that part of London. A point I’d like to add is that for some reason I don’t expect Sikhs to be getting onto London Transport vehicles any time soon with explosives to protest about the illegal occupation of ‘Palestine’ and the West’s rapacious desire for Middle Eastern oil.

Funny, that.



EU Referendum points out that (amid the flim-flam men of G20 and their possible Dutch auction of all our liberties to a nascent World Government and the Leftie hordes whose high-spending, state-controlling, welfare-benefit-expanding bidding they have in fact been doing for donkeys’ years but without satisfying them) the British National Party came second in a top-secret bye-election in Temple Newsam in Leeds - unbeknownst to everyone including our multi-billion pound mainstream media and our vigilant Political Class, and that they are consistently polling at 20% nationwide, though I’m guessing they don’t do so well in the Celtic Fringe. The thought that the National Front’s successor can regularly garner double figure percentages of the electorate would have been unthinkable, say; oh, I don’t know…eleven years and eleven months ago: especially to very the people who made it possible.

Tip; they still aren’t thinking about it, so it’s not really real. So that’s alright, then.



Harry’s Place (not currently involved in a mutual love-in with the BNP) gives us a clue about why this 20% might have come about, and why a certain national government [or is that a certain nuclear-armed County Council belonging to the EU? I can never remember which it is] STILL has no clue what it’s facing in political Islam.


Hit Number Five is Stan again, laying it down, voicing what many of us social conservatives would want to happen had we a time machine and a hit-squad of crack Burkean ninjas ready to go back to 1945 or so and make some alterations to the top echelons of certain national institutions…



Just outside the Top Three is Sue, the Hercules Poirot of our continent’s pathology. The little grey cells have found a vital clue – O happy day ! – a professional journalist who says it to a readership of millions about the new caste-system of the statist aristocracy and their courtiers, shamen and priests of the three main parties at the top, and the fast-breeding underclass army which supports them with ever-present threats of violence below, and the productive and law-abiding middling orders in between.








But all is not lost dear reader; far from it.



The next three bloggers brought refreshing and pleasing joy to my heart when I read them this week: joy as when unexpected springtime showers fall on a day when the womenfolk had dressed for sunshine.



Hope.



I suspect that the Top Three might be uncomfortable around one another: each having a different set of prescriptions for what might be done to deal with all this.

Despite that they clearly cherish our civilization and its customs, work within its rules and conventions, even as they wish to change it for the better by their own lights. I’m closest to Number Two but for reasons I’ll explain later I’m inspired by all three.


Number Three is Cherry Pie whose writings about our world, our culture, and our species show that she believes all of them to contain much good; good to which she draws our attention, celebrates and wishes us preserve and improve if we can. Freedom. Democracy. Gotta use and love those treasures whilst we still have some of each.



In the Number Two Spot is my fellow conservative (I think) and my fellow supporter of Christendom (I’m sure) - Rob. He bids us read more of the great Roger Scruton, and why he thinks our civilization is worth protecting, why Islam hates and fears it, and points us to two ways in which we are strong enough to protect it. All of the Top Three are involved in this struggle, and though the methods and viewpoints are as far apart as the can be and consciously stay within the civilization itself.



I’ve been slandered and libelled as a racist and fascist too way too frequently off and on for thirty years now, and so I give exactly the respect to the ‘anti-racist’ and ‘anti-fascist’ Left that it deserves when it tries to circumscribe what I read and whom I might believe.

Top of the Posts is Red Squirrel. Red Squirrel is a BNP member and part of that scattered 20% of our country’s electorate which holds the big three parties in utter contempt and has a very strong idea, to say the least, of how to express that contempt.

I think that political bloggers (mostly) tell the truth about themselves and their beliefs when they blog, and I certainly believe that this is so in her case. She clearly regrets that her party can’t enrol the likes of the patriotic Tamil postman Deva Kumarasiri, and for good reasons.


So I hope you will not avoid reading her post for fear that evil fascists are trying to steal your heart and open-mindedness away from conservatism or libertarianism or democratic socialism or whatever it is that you believe in, in order to drag you into some bannered, booted, and bullying future and that you’ll actually take a look because there’s a very important message to be found in the post.


Her G20 post here is not so different from the rants of despair and anger from libertarians and conservatives and others about the massive foulness that our Political Class has inflicted upon the people and state of Britain, and more widely onto the whole world. I don’t go in for the BNP’s trade protectionism and the old-fashioned socialism of its health service policies and the dirigisme of its domestic economics, but just look at what she’s railing against.

She expresses rawly and pungently the pain of what our rulers have inflicted, and fear of what they plan to further inflict on the majority of us in one way or another: and the economic and judicial destruction that unconstrained, rootless and above all unhistorical liberalism has inflicted on the former land of law-abiding, tolerant, loyal and patriotic subjects.


I don’t suppose that my many words of little wisdom will ever inveigle her or her friends to become conservatives but I’ve got to say that I recognize the loss and longing for a better past.


20% is a fair chink of our nation and a large number of souls whom Messers Brown and Obama plan to hurt still worse over the coming decades. What makes Christendom worth conserving it that it is supposed to respect and cherish (even when it fails so very badly sometimes) the feelings and freedoms of all its denizens.




Even heathens like me.



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*Correction; they’re now contracting out the throat-cutting and reprioritizing the particular throats to be cut. Coming to a community near yours, any time now.





 

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