Saturday, 8 July 2023

AWAY ON BUSINESS

 





Apologies to both my readers, but I am pretending to be busy. In case you didn't wander over from Counter Currents, here is a review of mine of editor Greg Johnson's new book, The Trial of Socrates.


https://counter-currents.com/2023/07/greg-johnsons-the-trial-of-socrates/


Here, on the other hand, is a piece in VDARE on immigration and all its works.

 https://vdare.com/articles/union-jackal-on-immigration-3-items-europe-awakening-regime-orchestrated-hold-no-hate-response-to-nottingham-immigrant-mass-murder-migrants-offer-1-star-reviews-to-free-hotels


Stay free.

Thursday, 29 June 2023

PARIS, CITY OF RIOTS

 





A piece of mine from Taki's Magazine in December of last year. Paris is a busy city...

 

The 1942 movie Casablanca is the cinematic version of Shakespeare’s Hamlet, which a Victorian woman reportedly disliked because she found it “full of clichés”. It ought not to be legal to be unable to recite at least one of Bogart’s lines as suave restaurateur Rick Blaine, and my personal favorite is when the radiant Ilsa Lund, played famously by Ingrid Bergman, reminds Rick of the couple’s dalliance in Paris as the Wehrmacht marched in. He replies;

“I remember every detail. The Germans wore grey. You wore blue”.

It is not his only comment on the City of Love in the movie, as he adds, “We’ll always have Paris”. Don’t be too sure, Mister Rick.

Paris goes by many names, one being the City of Lights, and if you wanted to see France’s capital all lit up, you should have been there over Christmas. On December 23, a man allegedly 69 years old, white, French and with a self-confessed dislike for foreigners, walked into a Kurdish cultural center in the heavily immigrant 10th arrondissement and shot three Kurds dead, wounding three others.

Now, Paris is not Chicago, it's not even Kosovo, and this type of shooting is a rarity. But the response was not the comparatively mawkish displays in the UK or USA, whereby candles and teddy-bears are placed at the site of the latest tragedy. Instead, Paris’s Kurdish community rioted so hard they made the BLM chaos in 2020 look like a dorm pillow-fight.

By Boxing Day, when the cars were all burned out and the testosterone had worn off, the protests were solemn and processional, accompanied by haunting, threnodic music. (Oh, and of course another staggering tax bill for Parisians to clear the debris). Framed photographs of the dead were held up at the head of the gloomy marchers. It was strangely moving.

Then the rioting started again, protesters using metal bars to smash the boulevards in order to provide missiles to throw at the police. Torched cars, tear gas, police charges, batons. I wonder if any old soixante huitards, veterans of the 1968 student riots in Paris (and elsewhere) that almost brought down de Gaulle’s government, looked on at the carnage with misty-eyed nostalgia and thought, whatever else these Kurds are good at, their rioting is top-notch.

The Kurdish people are the largest stateless population in the world, and Kurdistan is a theoretical jigsaw-puzzle, some of which has its autonomy recognized, some of which does not. It seems that everyone just forgot, in the general hubbub of the 20th century’s World Wars, to create Kurdistan, which these enforced nomads have been looking for ever since. But they have a formidable and ruthless enemy in Turkey.

The response of the latter to the Parisian rioting was informative, as Ankara summoned the French Ambassador, not to ask whether there was anything they could do to help, what with their roguish but lovable neighbors having just burnt down the 10th arrondissement, but to express concern at some of the flags flown, and social media comments made about the shooting.

The Turkish deep state – everyone’s got one these days – despise Kurds, and particularly the Kurdistan Workers’ Party (PKK). To be fair, they have a point, PKK flags being bright red and featuring in one corner a rather clever symbol composed of a yellow hammer and sickle which may be familiar to you. They were conspicuous in Paris. The PKK are also proscribed worldwide as a terrorist organization – a point to which we will return - but at what stage did a Muslim country in the Asiatics get to tell France who can and cannot march in their streets? Around the same time China opened police stations to look for dissidents in the Americas, I guess.

The PKK are not Commie LARPers. They are a proscribed terrorist organization banned across the EU, the US, ah, forget about it. It’s easier to say where they aren’t banned. North Korea or Cuba would probably buy them a beer, but the latest Global Terrorism Index hardly puts them in the big league. So why the blanket ban? Well, the Index is produced by The Institute of Economics and Peace, which is a branch of the European Union, which is de facto run by Germany, which has always appeased Turkey. So perhaps the Turks forced the ban but kept the PKK out of the papers to avoid giving them publicity. Just a thought.

Also, comments were made in the idiot’s agora of social media implying that Turkey was behind the Parisian shooting. An awful lot of logistics, that, just to whack out three Kurds 1,700 miles away from Istanbul, and the authorities are sticking with the line that the suspect is a crazed Frenchman who had been released from jail after a saber attack on a migrant camp. Reuters attempted to contact the suspect’s lawyers but without success. Now, that is odd. Western governments are so keen for right-wing extremist killers to exist that, when they actually do, their face and history are on the news 24/7. But it’s all gone a bit quiet, and the question remains; who killed the Kurds?

The Turks get all their news from state-run news provider Anadolu Agency, essentially Pravda with a fez, and their anti-Kurd response is to be expected. But the European media are being coy about this whole affair. They don’t want to annoy anyone, as in anyone. One thing that even the media can’t smokescreen, however, is that Paris is no longer the City of Lights but the City of Riots. And that will hurt more as rioting becomes the new soccer.

Paris famously empties of Parisians in August as they head south to the famous resorts of Nice, Cannes, Juan les Pins. But if riot season now starts at Christmas, by summer some of those escaping gay Paree won’t be coming back. White flight works to the same principle throughout the West. Worse for Paris, much as the media and the tourism lobby will try to minimize footage of daily rioting, tourists foreign or domestic just will not visit a war zone. “Hey honey, how about Paris in the spring?” “Sure, cheri. You get a Guide Michelin map, I’ll see to the Kevlar body-armor”.

Whether the Kurd-killer was a crank or a Turkish emissary, the Kurdish community blamed the French for failing to protect their people. Really? Perhaps sir and his wives would like 24/7 personal security? Leave it once again to the French tax-payer, allez! What becomes clearer with each of these internecine disputes – be the killer a racist nutjob or a Turkish hitman – is that when countries import sectarian religions, they also import either the strife that goes with it or a whole new civil war. Then it’s their problem.

Paris might want to think about lines not from Casablanca but Dickens’ famous opening to A Tale of Two Cities, set in London and Paris;

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times”.

One or the other. You can’t have both.


Tuesday, 27 June 2023

GO GET ‘EM, POPEYE

 


Ack ack ack!

 

I am a third or so through the English Medieval poem Beowulf, which I seem to have avoided at school (along with much else). It’s a rip-roaring read, too, rendered in half-prose, half-poetry whose metricality drops in and out like a half-heard rhythm. The opening scenes also feature a lot of tough talk and his Beowulf and his crew big up themselves before handing out a career-ending beating to the giant Grendel.

Of course, you want tough guys to fight psychotic giants, accept nothing less. And Medieval berserkers didn’t have CVs or resumés, and so would undoubtedly be eager to tell the tale of the last dragon they dismembered. But while I was pursuing my Medieval studies, I happened to see a video – along with 18 million other people – of Democratic Presidential candidate Robert F Kennedy Jr. working out in his yard. He certainly is a buff man for 69 years old. He could have been one of Beowulf’s posse.

Does the state of a candidate’s physique indicate he is worth your vote? It did Arnold Schwarzenegger no harm, and the Western media who scoffed at Vladimir Putin’s photoshoot from a few years ago, which showed him shirtless on a sturdy Russian steed, might compare him to the almost literal doughboy Boris Johnson.

This is, of course, a time in which the white Western alpha male has all but been run out of town, but Kennedy’s people – unless he went rogue and came up with the optics himself – may be on to something by airing the primaries with some testosterone.

Also, Kennedy is singing from a different hymn sheet to his Democrat colleagues. Skepticism of the Covid vaccine is still a grand heresy, and it might be a good thing if Kennedy smuggles in some genuine political substance rather than Biden’s illusory belief-system. Go get ‘em, Popeye.

THE FIRST AND LAST CASUALTY

 




It has been fashionable in some circles in recent times to talk of the ‘post-truth society’. Epistemologically, that falls at the first hurdle as the invocation of such a society would require us to take its existence as a truth, thereby nullifying its validity, but that – to quote the poet Shelley – is a tale for the long winter nights.

Truth is also, famously, the first casualty of war, gunned down as it leaps out of the trench to death. It certainly caught the first volley of the war in Ukraine, where the story of battle swirls around like a dust storm, with small, momentarily appealing truths flashing by to be grabbed at and caught.

As I clamber over the trash-mounds of the media, I read that Putin is finished and that he has only just started. I find that the Russian economy is teetering on the brink of annihilation and also that it is a powerhouse, out-performing its NATO enemies due to increased oil revenue. Apparently, this is both an unwinnable war and one Putin had won from the start. It’s like the board game Scrabble; you wait to see what letters you pick blind, then you try and make an intelligible, legitimate word from them.

Now, a rebellion that lasted for far less time than a cricket test match. Is this psy-ops by Putin, or did one of the – surely unstable – mercenaries earning the Czar’s shilling really come swashbuckling his way almost to Moscow? Were the Western media supposed to get the message that the calculating, chess-playing, judo brown-belt Vladimir Putin is a better bet with the nuclear codes than a man who commands drunken battalions for money from whomever will pay him for his time and violence.

Trouble anywhere in the Balkans usually bodes ill for Europe, and with the added involvement of NATO, we must now be seeing a proxy war. I must look out the definition. If definition is still operation, that is.

Friday, 23 June 2023

AGAINST NATURE

 





 

A British school teacher was recently caught on audiotape telling two female students that their view of sex and gender – that there were only two of each – was bigoted. ‘Bigotry’ is an unshakeable adherence to an idea or opinion, and you might be hard-pressed to find a better definition of nature.

You may throw nature out with a pitchfork, Horace famously wrote in the Epistles, but she will always come back. Nature is a reference grid, a matrix, a pantheistic yardstick, a preset calibration against which we can measure and compare such things as morphology and normative behaviour. Once you apply your pitchfork, Horace would say that it was just a matter of time before nature re-equilibriates, but there is a new generation of genuine influencers – not the worthless, low-IQ internet kind but the ones who teach children – who refuse to countenance this return.

This is a very strange time to be alive. State-sanctioned curation of the truth is not new, the Communists made a science out of it, but the sternest, most brutal despots never told their people that women could be men on a whim and must be respected as such on pain of punishment. Taking the fight to the epistemological is a new angle, and is of course the meaning of the torture scene at the end of 1984, In which it is not O’Brien’s aim to force Winston to say he sees five fingers where there are four, he is not after mere token acquiescence. He wants Winston actually to see five fingers.

What this new epistemological environment means for intelligent children is all too clear. Punished for expressing biological truths, they will soon learn that they cannot advance without agreeing to a whole new load of terms and conditions, ones that apply not to buying a phone but to life in general.

If you have no final arbiter for what is and is not true in the world, an epistemological guarantee, then you a in a weightless arena with nothing to grasp and ground yourself. Once one natural category is disregarded, the others are equally vulnerable.

 

Thursday, 22 June 2023

MAKE CLASSICS GREAT AGAIN




 


 

There is a piece of mine here at Counter Currents on Aristotle’s Rhetoric. The introduction discusses the opinion of Donna Zuckerberg, sister of Mark, and her fears that white men – ‘the worst men on the internet’ – will be attracted to the classics and try to make them great again. As I say in the piece, there was never a time when the classics were not great. Ms Zuckerberg has confused the intellectual worth of something with its market value. I suppose it must run in the family.

Classical literature has been around in its extant entirety since the Renaissance. It hasn’t just popped up like Harry Potter or Star Wars. It requires a certain approach, being neither beach reading nor a genre requiring knowledge of philosophy. It is humanistic, Plato’s theology notwithstanding, and presumably this explains its popularity during and shaping of the Renaissance. Classical literature is also white.

It is axiomatic that anything tainted by whiteness must be chivvied out and either censored or cancelled entirely. Whiteness is feared by the Left and their ethnic tailcoat-hangers as Kryptonite is feared by Superman. Whites are success victims, responsible for Western supremacy for so long and also, by the same process, responsible for those who now wish that supremacy destroyed and replaced by a different hegemon, one whose likelihood of recreating or replacing civilization in the same way is slim.

What has led to our current Denaissance, this Age of Unreason, a Dark Enlightenment? It would be a bit precious to claim that we are careering down the highway to hell because we don’t read enough Cicero or Lucretius. That said, the classical civilisations were among the first to manifest as successful, and they left a (partial) record of that feat.

The internet – our Gutenberg moveable type press – offers what the BBC once claimed to provide: Information, education, and entertainment. Western governors would prefer you to use it for the latter, there being too much liberatory discourse out there in the virtual cosmos for their liking.

You can read yourself to a tolerable level of freedom in an increasingly oppressive world. And, if you happen to engage with classical literature – and indeed the whole treasure trove of white Western literature – you are in luck on a table where the odds are increasingly being stacked against you and your chance of liberty. There is nothing of the air of the (post-) modern about the literature of strong times, no cynicism about its philosophy (the school of the Cynics notwithstanding) but a sense of an ethno-intellectual brotherhood, one now forced underground where the shades are.

The collected works of Plato and Shakespeare are available as e-books for far less than the price, combined, that you would pay for a half of lager in an identikit bar in London. Have you any idea of the difficulty and expense of obtaining these volumes our grandfathers would have experienced?

So, the classics are waiting there for you, should you be intrigued. Escape from the modern, go back in time, make the classics great again.

 

 

 

 

Wednesday, 21 June 2023

WAIT UNTIL THE PARTY’S OVER

 




 

The twin offensives against Christianity and whiteness continue. Whether one is a Christian or not is unimportant. Christianity created a viable moral and social framework along with its baroque metaphysics and its abuse of power. The relentless onslaught against the (white) nuclear family was the first redoubt, but all Christian values – and Christians themselves - are currently being jostled and harassed.

The nuclear family was a huge target to hit and an obvious one. It doesn’t much affect blacks who, with 72% of black American children born out of wedlock, don’t tend to go in for that sort of thing. For obvious reasons it doesn’t affect the Alphabetti Spaghetti people because they bat for the other team and are not breeders. Islam is a bit worrying but the problem solves itself. Muslims are never going to adapt to any of these faddish examples of middle-class 1st-World ennui. Any attempt to break up the Muslim nuclear family – which has the added electron of genetically ruinous cousin marriages – will be met with force. Look at what is happening with the transgender movement. The people making the most noise are Muslims. Regardless of your or my view of Islam, it must be conceded that they are more capable in terms of aggression and organization. When the caliphate comes, at least things will be ordered. It just won’t be a very nice order if you don’t happen to be a Muslim and you don’t quite feel like converting.

As for anti-whiteness, it’s woven through the fabric of Western society, and this in a remarkably short space of time. From visual advertising to public sector hiring policy, from BBC staff to black-only events, movies to TV series, it is absolutely as clear as crystal that blacks are being boosted, lauded, and affirmatively hired. Not Sikhs, Hindus or the Chinese, you understand. They are not corrosive enough, they don’t disrupt the white experience as much as aggressive blacks and hulking queers in dresses in the classroom showing their arses to children.

Blacks aren’t going to like that one much either, by the way. It is amusing that the three championed groups – blacks, Muslim and alphabets – don’t like one another all that much. What is also funny, because schadenfreude is always funny, is that on the way to this dystopia queers and feminists were jettisoned as surplus to requirements. Hi, feminists and queers. Now you’re taking it for the decades of your shit that we were forced to listen to and acknowledge.

So, Britain and America continue to transform their world-historical cultures into a Rabelaisian pig-pen, endlessly highlighting the most desperately worthless elements of what used to be a society. And we are still fighting even though we lost the war some time ago, like the Japanese soldiers found in the jungle many years after WW2 ended. The only option is to wait for the inevitable collapse of society – which has to be odds-on favourite – and hope that there is something left to piece back together after the party’s over and the house has been trashed.

AWAY ON BUSINESS

  Apologies to both my readers, but I am pretending to be busy. In case you didn't wander over from Counter Currents, here is a review o...