The msm are mostly still parrotting the line that “Coronavirus” caused the impending UK economic and social tsunami, when in fact it was the “lockdown” (shutdown) that (mostly) caused it and is still causing it (and don’t be duped into thinking that a few thousand fat young women poured into tight jeans and lining up outside Primark (desperate, presumably, to buy a larger size?) will make much difference.
Some commentators are belatedly forecasting 3 million unemployed, one or two are going as high as ten million.
Meanwhile, an opinion poll says that a third of the whole UK population are too scared to leave their houses! All because of a propaganda campaign which has been, arguably, the biggest farrago of untrue nonsense since the non-existent “gas chambers” of the “holocaust” narrative.
It recalls to my mind a weekend I once spent with the British Army, over 30 years ago, and “somewhere in Kent”. A mixed male/female group. We had to do exercises such as one where an area of woodland had been marked out with tape. This was “contaminated ground” and we had to work out weird and wonderful ways of crossing that area without touching the ground.
It was all taken very seriously by the attendees, all of us dressed in olive-green jump suits and with a number on the front and back. I think that mine was 22, or perhaps 21. People were only addressed by their number, not by name. That was a rule. Another was that the “contaminated ground” was to be treated as if real, though we knew that it was not.
That is “lockdown”, with its crazy rules that are mostly senseless, in accord with the make-believe “facts” about the “virus”.
You have to keep 6 feet apart at all times, and (until very recently) not drive (even in a sealed car) anywhere beyond X-miles from your home (the distance not specified but to be decided by any stray motorized Plods that you may encounter en route).
You can (now) go to Bicester Village shopping outlet with a thousand or more other shoppers inches apart, but you may not visit any friends or family not in your designated “bubble” (the details of which only you know about and no policemen can know about and so cannot enforce even if there were enough Plods to do so).
You must wear a facemask on buses, trains, or in hospitals, but only in England (not in Scotland or Wales), and no-one (in England) not wearing a mask or similar can use a bus or a hospital (but shops are OK…). Oh, and the World Health Organization said (until last week) that facemasks were unnecessary for most people. Still, “rules are rules”, so all wear one anyway, then go stand outside your houses and clap like complete idiots to show that you are good citizens or whatever…
If you are a Brit living overseas, or a foreign visitor, you can come to the UK, so long as you promise on Bible, Koran, Torah or the Selected Works of Marx that you will “self-isolate” for two weeks, and at an address which you will provide to immigration officials (no proof required) at Heathrow on arrival. Priti Patel truly is as thick as two short planks.
The whole thing has just become madder and madder.
Talking of madness…
I myself would not object to the removal of the Bomber Harris statue, partly because he was —even bearing in mind the terrible war in which he led a major contingent— something akin to a mass murderer; partly because the statue is not so old (1990).
The mad thing is that the “Black Lives Matter” idiots want Harris’s statue taken down not because the bombing campaign Harris led in the years 1941-1945 was a major factor, probably the major factor, in the killing of an estimated 800,000 German civilians during the Second World War, but because Harris spent 5 years in Rhodesia (when aged 17-22) and so was a “colonialist”! https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sir_Arthur_Harris,_1st_Baronet
More “anti-racist” nonsense
I had wondered what Fiona Onasanya was up to. I suppose she is on the dole now, and trying to latch onto some (paid) role in the “Black Lives Matter” contrived “movement”. I blogged about her last year:
Some interesting tweets seen this morning
That little pissant, Robert Jenrick, is in trouble.
“A minister admitted last night he knew he was saving a Tory donor tens of millions of pounds in approving a £1billion property scheme.
Robert Jenrick faces claims of ‘cash for favours’ over his dealings with former newspaper tycoon Richard Desmond.
He over-ruled the local council and a planning inspector a day before the introduction of a community levy that would have cost the billionaire between £30million and £50million.” [Daily Mail]
The Daily Mail fails to point out that Richard Desmond is a Jew.
Jenrick owns two £2m homes in London, one of which is a £2.5m townhouse less than a mile from the Houses of Parliament. He also owns Eye Manor, a Grade I listed building in Herefordshire which he purchased for £1.1 million in 2009. His constituency of Newark is 150 miles (240 km) from his ‘family home’ in Herefordshire. He rents a £2,000-a-month property in his Newark constituency, which he bills to the taxpayer.” [Wikipedia]
China and other places
I was idly looking at pictures of some of the Chinese cities. Some are massive yet quite new. Take Shenzhen, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shenzhen , which scarcely existed until recent decades, though there were once historic villages in the area, much as Manchester in the UK expanded hugely in the 19thC from a modest starting point: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manchester
I suppose that the same was true of Chicago in the 19thC; in 1833, Chicago had only 200 inhabitants, but over 4,000 by 1840 (1900, 1.7 million; 1930, 3.4 million) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chicago#19th_century
Once China had taken “the capitalist road”, albeit under “Communist” banners, the economy expanded, indeed exploded. I saw these photographs of Shenzhen:
Europe, to the Chinese, is something rather quaint, to be made into part of a theme park!
I was in Hong Kong, and also Macau, in 2006. Fascinating, though I should not like to live there. I do tend to find fascinating what human beings can create in terms of cities and parks.
The Internet is incredible, though I expect that anyone born after 1985 or so simply accepts it as part of normal life. It is only now, looking at maps etc, that I realize how close and closely hemmed-in by massive Chinese urbanizations is Hong Kong. That is not obvious to the visitor, because Hong Kong is still cut off from “mainland” China both by high hills and by a “frontier closed area” which was initially established under British rule. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frontier_Closed_Area
In some areas, the border fence echoes those between the USA and Mexico, or between Israel and the West Bank
It may not be the same for Hong Kong inhabitants, but for the visitor, Hong Kong seems a world unto itself. It is only when you look at the map that you realize to what extent Hong Kong is a kind of isolated or reserved part of that vastly larger surrounding Chinese urbanization which laps at its borders like an ocean surrounding an island. The Shenzhen area has about 13 million inhabitants, compared to 7.5 million in Hong Kong.
I dislike the Chinese attitude to the natural world and particularly animals, but at the same time the Chinese are impressive in their capabilities and in their sense of scale.
From the sublime to the ridiculous. Monaco.
I saw on TV the second of a three-part series about the microstate. I have never been there, though I have heard about it from people I know. I once had a Finnish girlfriend who loved it, and had been accustomed to going there once or twice per year. What she liked about it was the absence of detritus (inanimate or human) as compared to London and other cities; also the enveloping luxury.
I find (see above) “self-generating” cities and states very interesting. Places like Singapore. It does not mean that I should wish to live in one! Monaco is another place which would not suit me, for several reasons.
For one thing, whenever I see Monaco on TV, it looks so crowded that it resembles an anthill. This is in fact accurate, because the population density is about 48,000 persons per square mile, nearly three times as dense as Hong Kong and 2.5 times the density of Singapore.
There is a (slight) resemblance to Hong Kong…
Another aspect (admittedly judging only by what I have seen on TV) is that the foreign residents seem to have nothing but dollar signs, greed and emptiness in their eyes. As for the Monegasques, who are only about 8,000 out of a total population of 38,000, they are more of a clan than a nation, it seems to me.
The ultra-wealthy, who are there for the tax advantage and the police-state security, pay for their behaviour by having to spend at least some of their time there (again, my possibly jaundiced view…).
A “state” which covers only 4/5ths of a square mile, and which is therefore smaller than the combined Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens in London, is a bit of a joke from one point of view, but there it is. It has its function, just like, say, the Vatican, which has an area of less than 1/5th of a square mile. The one may not have many divisions in its “army” but has the spiritual allegiance (even today) of hundreds of millions of people; the other’s power lies in the facilitation of matters of money.
The TV documentary I saw spent some time with the ruler, Prince Albert, who (in what is almost rule by Divine right) is seemingly held in awe by his subjects and foreign residents. I was surprised to hear him sound exactly like an American. I knew that his mother was the film star, Grace Kelly, but to see him sound and look rather like an American businessman was unexpected. On the surface, he seemed amiable enough, though.
Prince Albert lives in a rather Ruritanian set-up, which made me laugh, but in fact Monaco’s princely house is actually one of the oldest in Europe, if not the very oldest. I suppose that that is because, until the late 19th Century (when Monaco’s fortunes were transformed by the Casino), this was one of the poorest parts of Europe. In other words, no-one could be bothered to invade it, especially with it being so small (though it was relieved of Menton and another town during the 19thC).
The documentary showed the Palace Guard, in smart white uniforms spoiled rather by black parade boots. Behind the scenes, there was an efficient-looking military and bodyguard operation.
A strange little enclave, but efficiently run. I did not know before (or from the documentary), but saw today in Wikipedia, that there is still a railway there (underground).
Coronavirus lockdown nonsense etc
Patronizing insults from the ignorant are a Twitter speciality. When I was on Twitter, I was called everything under the Sun by people who (often behind a pseudonym) evidently thought themselves far better informed, educated or intelligent than me. I recall one little Irish bumboy who, having read my background in brief, as on this blog, informed his few Twitter followers about how unimportant I was and how far I had fallen into obscurity and poverty. Yes, a little student bumboy from Southern Ireland (who has probably never been beyond — or even to— Dublin in his life, who has no profession, no job, no future…).
Twitter specializes in the sort of people who, though semi-literate, will call you an idiot, or a “knuckledragger”, for not wanting the UK to become even more of a multikulti dustbin. Then there are those who will say “he must never have met a black/Muslim/Jew/whatever“. They would probably be quite surprised to discover, inter alia, how many countries I have been to, including some, in various parts of the world, where I have even lived, worked and, indeed, been married! Yet people whose sole exposure to other cultures has been a week in Majorca, or a gap-year stint teaching English in Thailand or bumming around in Goa (or even just a weekly Chinese takeaway), will assume that they are far more informed than me…
Likewise, you get people (who have never achieved the slightest thing in their whole lives) who will talk about how those with whom they disagree are “old”, “failures”, “without influence”, even “morons” etc. They, almost invariably, are looking in the mirror (even as regards age, sometimes)!
That’s Twitter. Peter Hitchens is (must be) far more patient than me. As I have speculated before, he must regard it as some kind of duty, perhaps a religious duty, to debate, at least for a while, even with those who insult him.
I just have no time for the nonsense of it.
Dim tweet of the day?
Ha ha…how original…
More virtue-signalling nonsense from the USA: https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8431721/Aunt-Jemima-syrup-pancake-mix-renamed-Quaker-drops-stereotype-130-years.html
Interesting archaeological discovery in Hibernia
One wonders where the discontented voters of 2021-2024 will go. Misnamed “Labour” is no alternative, not being far from “the same old” convergence LibLabCon, but with different puppets on sticks. There is effectively no LibDem party now, and the LibDem bolt was shot some time ago. As to radical parties of any kind, there are, as yet, none.
2020-2022 and beyond
My knowledge of numerical cycles told me that 2022 is the first really significant year, in terms of the Zeitgeist, since 1989. However, the logical Western post-1400 AD brain said to me “how?”.
Now, with two years to go, it already looks more likely than it did a few months ago that 2022 could see a sea-change. In the UK, with unemployment, poverty, lack of opportunity all set to soar, with a government of near-imbeciles in power, and with an official Opposition no better and just as Jew/Zionist-ridden, there is a real chance for a social-national movement of importance, for the first time since 1939 or even 1929.
This is funny (see below):
Many of these “trans people” seem mentally afflicted.
Ha ha! See below.
I want as many BBC —and other msm talking heads and scribblers— to lose their jobs, or freelance work, as possible. 99% are enemies of the people and/or useless and ignorant tools of ZOG/NWO.
Soon, the catastrophe brought onto the UK and much of the rest of Europe by evil-intentioned or incompetent governments will be with us. We, as the vanguard of the social national movement, which as yet hardly exists, must be ready to strike. The ground is being prepared for us.
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