PUBLISH AND BE DAMNED

 

 A very successful week. I have had three pieces published, which makes up for my recent skirmishes with various editors, of which more later.

First out of the trap is this piece in VDare. It concerns British activist organization HOPE not Hate (that is how they spell their silly name. These people tend to think in upper case) and their annual report on ‘far-Right extremism’. The problem is there isn’t really any far-Right extremism in Britain, so they don’t so much have a tale to tell as one to construct. This is also the case in America, where a mythical MAGA army of white supremacists are classed as America’s greatest threat (Note: It isn’t. That would be Communism), and British anti-fascists must be careful not to let the truth get in the way of a good fireside story. Because that is what this is. The Left require a rabid enemy even if there is none. Without someone to hate, their super-powers don’t work. I have also written on this subject here at The Occidental Observer.

Which brings us neatly on to the second piece up this week, which so happens to be at the same title. Occupying the Universities is fairly self-explanatory, charting the way in which universities in the West, and particularly the US and the UK, have been thoroughly transformed, certainly in my lifetime. When I went to university in 1981 there were some token feminists and a few bolshy wankers who wanted to occupy the refectory, but none of the wild-eyed, snarling, Soviet behaviour that disfigures today’s dreaming spires and ivory towers. A Humanities degree is becoming increasingly worthless, and employers are starting to realise what is happening and will look elsewhere for their future workforce.

Finally, something on a lighter note. I discovered the Flashman novels of George Macdonald Fraser 20 years ago. I was living on a canal boat at the time, and I had lent someone in another boat my copy of Nowhere to Run, an excellent history of Tamla Motown written by an American woman whose name I forget. Next day, the boat had gone, taking my book with it. Slightly disgruntled, I noticed that a rubbish bag had been moved on the deck, picked it up, and found a Flashman novel underneath. It was a very good exchange.

Here is a review of the first novel, Flashman, from the excellent Counter Currents, by far my favourite magazine to write for.

It is curious being a right-wing journalist. I consider myself a journalist since I get paid for writing. British journos get very sniffy about the fact that their hallowed grove has let in riff-raff like me, who haven’t even been to journalism school to learn how Marxist polemic is written.

The MSM won’t touch people like me with a long pole, as you would expect, and the fear of association echoes that of suspected communists during the McCarthy era. I wrote a glowing piece last year on Britain’s Reclaim Party, run by actor Laurence Fox, and their PR department couldn’t have done a better job. They still wouldn’t talk to me.

There are ups and downs. I was writing for Taki’s Magazine until I fell out with the humourless bitch who edits it. And I was being funded to start and edit a new magazine, as every outlet I write for is American, and there is no English equivalent. Throne Dynamics are a strange organization, and I will write at length about them. They are a sort of dime-store Church of Scientology, and when they showed their utter inability to provide me with the resources and information needed – tech, basically, concerning which I number among the Amish – I gave them a few of my most rebarbative emails until they scuttled off in silence. There goes the funding, but I could not, in all seriousness, work for charlatans.

If you fancy publishing a two-fisted, politically astute, culturally literate English magazine, and you happen to have twenty thousand US in non-sequential notes knocking about your doubtless impeccable apartment, give me a tinkle.