Many complain about the Jewish lobby bias on some topics covered in Wikipedia. This is why— Jews recruited to censor articles and distort both current events and history:
Expect Wikipedia to be even more pro-Zionist from now on, its pages on many socio-political topics contaminated and distorted.
Incidentally, do not be misled: the bias goes far beyond “information about #antisemitism“, as claimed. Pages on modern and ancient history, religion, geography, biography, political organizations etc.
Wikipedia should be aware also of the fact that, in the notice above, Jews are specifically asked whether they are able to edit Wikipedia; in other words via their own private Wikipedia accounts. Wikipedia will have no idea whether an edit is honest or whether it is part of this co-ordinated campaign by a very malicious group of Zionist Jews.
Some tweets seen today
This made me laugh:
The contemporary equivalent of the banana republic, with its cliche 99%-in-favour plebiscite.
Little Matt Hancock tries to joke his way out of one of the many absurdities of what now passes for “policy” under this toytown tyranny of an “elected” dictatorship.
Geirr Tveitt, one of Norway’s great composers, treated shabbily after 1945 because he favoured European race and culture: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geirr_Tveitt
One man’s terrorist is another man’s freedom-fighter…https://www.standard.co.uk/news/crime/right-wing-terrorism-increasing-teens-taking-part-police-neil-basu-a4554516.html
More tweets seen
I hope that the poor saps who criticize me occasionally on Twitter are noting how often I have been proven right since I started writing this blog nearly 4 years ago. I was blogging over a year ago, maybe longer, about how almost everyone, misled by the msm, was thinking of Boris Johnson as a strong leader-type, when his whole history shows the reverse, a weak man without ideas, principles or resilience, untrustworthy, incompetent and without leadership qualities.
An idea worthy of G.K. Chesterton: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/G._K._Chesterton
Incredible that there are people who apparently need to ask “why was ‘lockdown’ a mistake?“, but there again, if you are fairly comfortably off, do not need (for whatever reason) to work for money, perhaps live in the country or outer suburbs and have little social life, you may not have been affected much if at all by the stupid “lockdown” imposition.
Indeed, you may have enjoyed the sense of peace and quiet as society all but shut down, as Nature reasserted itself. If you are or were in that position, your life was not much strained, assuming that you have at least some income. Deliveries of food and drink, ordered online; other shopping ordered online; books, DVDs etc. For those with higher incomes and better properties, there was always the swimming pool and tennis court in which to while away the days…and so on.
Such people can selfishly (not necessarily consciously selfishly) turn blind eyes to the shutdown of industry and commerce, to the terrible shortages affecting charities such as animal charities, among others, and to the socio-economic disaster created but which has not yet arrived (that will be in 2021-2022). They can also, perhaps, ignore the cost in pain and death of the semi-closure of the NHS, which has affected those with non-Coronavirus conditions.
Well, writing a letter or email may have some limited effect. I can only think of one fairly recent event that got the MPs off their chairs pretty excitedly, but having no wish to be bored by police nuisances at my door (again, it having happened a few times in 2017-2018), I do not think that I shall cite that event here.
Interesting video seen
I hope that the readers of my blog do not object to the inclusion of some personal reminiscences. Having Saturn in Scorpio, I do tend to think back rather a lot. As the Germans say, “Ruckshau“.
I was just recalling former times, triggered by an email from someone.
Many many years ago, I had a —now-deceased— friend, a lecturer at the language centre of the University of Westminster, who lived in the London Borough of Barnet (I think he was within that borough— North Finchley). A good fellow, a noted translator of Dostoyevsky, called Ig Avsey: https://www.theguardian.com/education/2013/dec/09/ignat-avsey-obituary
In the late 1980s, I occasionally stayed overnight there (on a very uncomfortable and ancient leather sofa in the drawing room, a cold room decorated with Ig’s collection of massive railway clocks). When Ig remarried in 2000 (a very unsuitable match, to a youngish Russian woman resident in Latvia), the couple came and stayed overnight at the large country house of which my wife and I had a lease, in Cornwall. That was in 2002, I think. Once was enough, to be frank! Sadly, “there’s no fool like an old fool” when it comes to women…
In fact, another person with whom I was slightly acquainted also lived in that area, not far from Ig; Gerald Brooke, who was swapped for the Krogers in 1969: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gerald_Brooke; https://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/europe/moscow-farewell-to-agent-kroger-1478278.html.
Brooke was a lecturer at the same language school (where I studied part-time for a while in the early 1980s).
Ig lived in a small close called Wolstonbury, which backed onto a golf course or land near a golf course. A strange menage. For a while, a fellow we both called “Uncle John” lived there too, a former student of Ig’s and an Oxford grad, but middle-aged and, like Ig, divorced. They always reminded me of “The Odd Couple“:
“Uncle John” was a very English person, who was still under the thumb of his ex-wife, Alla Figoff, a Leningrader by origin, and who was in fact another of my occasional teachers (Russian Conversation, I think). Alla lived in their former marital home, an apartment in Devonshire Place (in the West End), while Uncle John was living in one room at Ig’s place…and their two children were both at expensive schools paid for by Uncle John (Marlborough, I think; maybe also Bedales or Benenden, I cannot now remember).
Alla was killed, years later, in a fall from her balcony when she was full of whisky. Uncle John then met and married a very wealthy woman and resumed his place among the palatially-housed.
Ig was a good fellow, whose translations of Dostoyevsky were much-praised (one or two had, amazingly, never been translated previously, such as In the Village of Stepanchikovo: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Village_of_Stepanchikovo).
Ig had been born in Latvia, his family having fled Russia during the Revolution and Civil War of 1917-1922. Fleeing Soviet forces again during the Second World War, he spent time in Germany before ending up in Britain when aged about 14, sometime around 1952.
Ig Avsey was the kind of Russian (or part-Russian: he was always rather secretive about his family) who is able to work at a project devotedly for years, without pay or plaudit; one thinks of Mitrokhin: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vasili_Mitrokhin.
Ig took a year’s sabbatical in order to translate The Brothers Karamazov for Penguin Classics. A decision which brought honour but was financially pretty disastrous. The year, taken on full pay with the blessing of the University, became a second year in which the University reduced his salary to half-pay, then a third on no pay at all. The money paid by the publishers did not begin to make up the shortfall. Ig was a perfectionist who wanted to get it right. For him, Dostoyevsky was the greatest of the Russian writers, I think. He would not compromise.
At the same time as Ig was translating Karamazov, at least two other translations came out, but they were little more than potboilers, produced carelessly because the market seemed to be hopeful. One even used Americanisms such as “district attorney” and “chief of police”! In pre-revolutionary Russia! In fact, Ig did consult me about a couple of odd things (to do with such designations).
The University eventually had enough of the endless absence and Ig was more or less forced into retirement. I do not think that his Penguin contract was very generous either. He was only getting pennies for each volume sold; how many pennies, I cannot recall.
Society needs people like that.
More tweets seen
So the BBC is now trying to make heroes out of the Jew thugs, gangsters and terrorists known as the “62 Group”…
The BBC is infested, contaminated.
Saw Doctor Zhivago for the first time in a few years; on BBC Four, the only good BBC TV station. Still a magnificent film, despite the relatively few flaws which could easily have been remedied by better pre-filming research, e.g. Communists calling non-Communists “Comrade“, which is erroneous (it would have been just by name or via the title “Citizen“).