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Diary Blog, 10 January 2022, with more reminiscences about early contemporaries

Morning music

On this day a year ago

If I say so myself, another blog post that has worn very well indeed.

From 2019

I see that the blog post about the Jew-Zionists plotting in the Labour Party, below, from almost three years ago, has had a few hits. Having just reread it, I think that it, also, has stood the test of time rather well: https://ianrobertmillard.org/2019/07/11/9853/.

Tweets seen (including a few older ones)

I have still not worked out why almost all Jews, at least on Twitter, are fanatically pro-lockdowns, the “vaccines”, and pro the facemask nonsense (almost all facemasks are useless, as can be seen easily in cold temperatures, where the vapour is seen escaping as people breathe; “Covid” is water-borne…).

No doubt the Jews concerned would claim that they hold those views because they are terribly intelligent and/or educated, but my experience of them as a group leads me to think not…

A puzzle.

Basically, a billion pounds a year wasted on a horde of uninvited, useless, often hostile interlopers and invaders. While British people freeze in doorways, sleep in cars, and otherwise struggle.

The “refugees welcome dimwits”, and moneygrubbing cheats such as expenses fraudster “lord” Dubs (a Jew who entered the UK just before WW2) should be placed before a people’s court.

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1939. Bette Davis looked very different when I saw her close-up in the flesh, about 47 years later.

“Call no man happy until he is dead”

Nearly 4 years ago, I posted a blog article with the above title. In it, I examined, inter alia and I hope humorously, the post-school life-courses of a few people I knew as a teenager. https://ianrobertmillard.org/2018/07/02/call-no-man-happy-until-he-is-dead/

Now, the fates of a few other people I knew, but this time I knew them between the ages of 5-10. Of the three people noted, two are already dead, despite having been my contemporaries. A reminder that we must all do what we can for the race and the world during our short incarnations.

The first is Dominic Beer, who when I knew him, aged 5-7, was a small child of a like age, who lived across a wide road from my own home in Caversham Heights, now and even then a suburb of Reading, situated on high ground across the Thames, a few miles from the town itself and on the border of Oxfordshire.[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caversham_Heights].

Dominic was a dark-haired, quick-witted, clever child, quite friendly, who seemed older than his years. As I recall, his mother was smallish and dark-haired too; I do not recall his father (maybe I never saw him), though I vaguely recall that Dominic had a (younger?) sister.

Not sure why, but I got the impression when visiting his home, if I recall aright (this was around 1961-62, i.e. 60 years ago), that there was something different, perhaps foreign, about Dominic and his family. I now know that Beer can be German or Jewish, but I would not have known that then.

I knew no Jews, and the only German I had ever encountered, outside the realms of comic books and war films on black and white TV, or watching my All Our Yesterdays [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All_Our_Yesterdays_(TV_series)] with my grandparents (my grandfather having been both at Dunkirk and in Burma during WW2), was my mother’s German part-time au pair, Ilka, a kind, bespectacled girl of about 18, who really worked for (and lived with) another family in the neighbourhood, but with whom she did not get on well; Ilka therefore split her time.

I still remember that, when she returned to Germany, Ilka gave my brothers and me little wash-bags with items such as coloured soap in the shape of a puppy-dog. Very German, I suppose. A nice girl. She must be, if still alive, about 78 now.

Be that as it may, I lost touch with Dominic Beer (despite the physical proximity of our homes) after his parents moved him from Caversham Primary School (a couple of miles away) to a private prep school called Hemdean House (not very far, maybe a half-mile, from our homes). I think that, before that, when still aged about 5, we had shared, with a couple of other children, rides to and from school in an ancient green car known as “Mr. Shute’s taxi”. Old Mr. Shute had a garage (I think no fuel, and mainly repairs done) some distance away, but still within the area.

Dominic apparently went on to the well-known school, Leighton Park, a Quaker establishment in Reading, the alumni of which have included Michael Foot (one-time Labour Party leader), Richard Rodney Bennett (composer), David Lean (film director), and Nathaniel Parker (actor), among many others.

Whatever his origins, Dominic was apparently “converted” to active Christianity while a student [Wadham, Oxford]. I saw this:

Dominic went to Wadham College, Oxford in 1975 to study German and History, but even then was considering medicine. Discovering that having no science A-levels did not necessarily disbar him, he started 1st MB at Guys in 1978, and graduated in 1984. He developed an interest in psychiatry and began a training rotation at Guys, interrupting this with Wellcome Foundation support to gain his MD in the history of psychiatry.

In 1994 he was appointed consultant at Bexley Hospital, Kent, for a locked 15-bedded ‘challenging behaviour’ ward, and shocked by the lack of purpose and definition, the bad conditions, and the siege mentality, he and colleagues researched psychiatric intensive care units nationally. This led to founding the National Association of Psychiatric Intensive Care and Low Secure Units (NAPICU) and to co-editing the first textbook in the field, Psychiatric Intensive Care.

As his career progressed until early retirement on medical grounds in 2011, he held many teaching, lecturing and examining posts within London University; published some 70 research papers; refereed for journals; took on more management and fund-raising responsibilities; and was recognised as a leader who modelled his concern that patients requiring psychiatric intensive care should be treated in ‘a decent and concerned way’. That same colleague described his light touch in tricky situations (‘extraordinary legerdemain’), his calming presence, and his being always unflappable. They still ask sometimes ‘What would Dominic do?’ “[See also: https://www.cmf.org.uk/resources/publications/content/?context=article&id=26079].

So when, in the mid/late 1970s, I was struggling with political matters and theory, while also working in low-level occupations, or travelling and having misadventures in places like Rhodesia, Dominic was a medical student. Was my life “the road less travelled”?

I saw this, too:

Dr Dominic Beer was a consultant psychiatrist with Oxleas Mental Health Trust for many years. He was a PICU and challenging behaviour expert but also a cricketer, historian, artist and family man. He died in April 2013 from cancer and is survived by his loving wife and four children, parents, sister, friends, innumerable clinicians and patients whose lives he touched with his counsel and wisdom.” [http://www.beerharrismemorialtrust.org/dominic.htm].

Dominic Beer was also, in later life, a noted painter.

Dominic died, it seems, in 2013, from cancer.

[Addendum, 18 January 2022: just saw this Daily Telegraph obit., but it is behind a paywall, and I refuse to pay, so have not read it: https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/obituaries/10186242/Dominic-Beer.html].

Another child I knew up to the age of 9 or 10 was one Michael Streather, who was like a 50-year old professor at the age of 8! He later attended Christ’s Hospital and then, after degrees at Bristol, York, and City University in London, became another one involved with mental health, though as strategic analyst of health services, his last title being “Head of Intelligence (Mental Health)”, based at Cambridge, where it seems that he was also an active member of the Labour Party:

I am pretty sure that he is the one wearing sunglasses in the above tweet photos.

Michael Streather died, it seems, in 2019, at age 62 or so.

A third contemporary, Mark Burgess, is still living, and thriving; https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_Burgess_(children%27s_author).

Like Michael Streather, a Christ’s Hospital scholar, and another child who always struck me as middle-aged despite being only 8 or so. I remember him as someone who had a serious problem with his legs (he used crutches) at age (?) 7 or 8. A serious child, by my recollection.

His Wikipedia entry does not, oddly, mention either the crutches or his home in Caversham Heights from when he was aged 7 or 8 until at least the age of 14 (in 1970, when I last met him at his parents’ large but seemingly slightly gloomy —just an impression from long ago— house, walking distance from my own, after my family returned from Australia).

It seems that Mark Burgess has written and illustrated 30 books and illustrated nearly 40 others as well. Quite an achievement.

Interesting, to track people through life.

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Late tweets

I have read, over decades, enormous quantities from Americans about how their supposed Constitutional right to bear arms guarantees their liberty etc. How is that working out? Not well, I think. As Hitler said, “it’s not the weapon, it’s the man behind it [that matters].”

The spirit of Ned Kelly needs to rise up again…

I was blogging about this only yesterday.

Another (((one))), methinks…

As I have been blogging for a while, the transnational conspiracy has exactly such tactics in mind. The “Covid” “panicdemic” is one way of introducing a global or at least “Western” police state, but there are other ways too, the fear of “terrorism” being one. The whole “climate change” narrative, too.

I blogged about the present Pope (actually, an “antipope”) a while ago, and about how, inter alia, the Jesuit Order has finally conquered the Papacy: https://ianrobertmillard.org/2021/11/07/diary-blog-7-november-2021/.

[Papal coat of arms of Pope Francis, showing the Jesuit coat of arms dominating centrally]

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Diary Blog, 15 January 2020

Saw the short film below: Hitler visiting the Sudetenland, the bit of the present-day Czech Republic which Germany annexed in late 1938. Most of the population was in fact German anyway.

I think that it can be seen from the film that the popular enthusiasm for Hitler was entirely genuine and unfeigned.

The film below is film taken in Paris during the Occupation (1940-44), but with a later propaganda commentary in English, for an English audience, by Pathe News.

The commentary is unintentionally funny. For example, at one point, people are shown lining up to buy bread. The next clip shows well-dressed racegoers at Longchamps! Of course, the one does not preclude the other. In the Britain of 2020 one could show some people sleeping in the street or even (literally) starving while others are attending Ascot or Newbury…

One might add that it is possible to see people queuing for bread in France today, though not for reasons of rationing and shortage; usually in the morning when les boulangeries open for business.

There was, of course, rationing in the Paris of the early 1940s, just as there was in, say, London; one consequence of a crazy and unnecessary war.

Paris, to my eye, looked better then than it does today. At least there were no non-European migrant-invaders; and (((another element))) was largely absent…

Labour leadership

Many are probably saying, as I do, that all five of the candidates are hopeless, though there are differences among them.

Lisa Nandy has emerged as the main System drone, even more than Keir Starmer. She is Labour in the way of Blair and Brown. A political throwback. In fact she was PPS to the late Tessa Jowell. She is part-Indian, favours mass immigration, has already paid lip-service to the Jewish lobby and has now attacked Putin. Her personal “partner” is a public relations consultant. Need one say more?

Keir Starmer looks the part, but seems to me to have few ideas. There’s a dullness.

Rebecca Long-Bailey: on the face of it, a humourless “radical” who would (imo) never be able to appeal to most of the electorate. Even the fact that the Jews seem to hate her is not quite enough for her to appeal to me.

Emily Thornberry: smug de haut en bas Champagne “socialist”, married to a half-Jew High Court judge (they own 8 buy to let properties as well as at least two other homes). Another one who would sink Labour like a stone if elected leader.

Jess Phillips: a freeloading pro-Israel, pro-Jewish lobby loudmouth ignoramus, who fits a degenerate political system like a populist glove. No education of any worth, no culture of any value, no knowledge of any use. I would add that most of the loud Twitter Jews seem to favour her, as they do, but all five candidates have more or less pledged acquiescence, if not allegiance, to “them”, so none of these five will get my (in any event, irrelevant) endorsement.

A Twitter account worth following (for once)

Lisa Nandy

Just saw this via Twitter:

Well, there it is. According to Lisa Nandy, anyone in Labour who criticizes actual atrocities carried out by Israeli forces in places like the West Bank will be expelled from Labour. Yes, there it is. Lisa Nandy is a complete mouthpiece for the Israel lobby, which is more or less the same as the Jew lobby or Jewish lobby in the UK.

Another impression I get, looking at that short piece of film, is that Lisa Nandy is rather thicker than I had at first thought. I just looked again at her Wikipedia entry: comprehensive school followed by a soft degree in Politics at Newcastle University and a Master’s degree from Birkbeck (London). No real clue there either way. I cannot see much of the huge talent with which she is credited by some msm scribblers.

Anyway, I think that now Lisa Nandy must join Jess Phillips at the bottom of the barrel.  Bin her.

Emily Thornberry

Further to the above, and to intrude a personal and politically-irrelevant note, Emily Thornberry reminds me very much of a teacher at my first school (Caversham Primary School, in Caversham, near Reading). That teacher, Mrs. Mossberg, was a shortish and rather fat woman whom I remember as always smiling, rather bustling, and usually wearing a fur coat (though of course memory is fallible: she can hardly have worn a fur coat in the warmer months of the year). I recall going to her large detached home for some long-forgotten reason. She lived about a mile from the school, in the same area (Caversham Heights) as my family. I still remember what seemed to be a huge room (I doubt that it was, though; I was only 5 or 6) with a grand piano in one part of it.

Labour leadership opinion poll update

Looks as though it will be close between the two leading contenders.

Wombat news

I am inclined to leave the blog today on this note:

Not only a very nice story but a very interesting one (even if the tweeter does not know how to spell “affected”…).

In the 19thC, Charles Darwin’s work played into the social ethos of those times: “survival of the fittest”, the struggle for existence etc. However, Kropotkin saw the other side of the animal world, that of mutual help and co-existence, symbiosis if you like, which is every bit as real as that of the red-clawed struggle which many still think of as the only order in Nature. Not so. There is the Red Isis and the White Isis.

The animals in Africa, for example, may hunt and be hunted, but often seem to declare a truce at the watering-hole.

Kropotkin’s work, though rather neglected compared to that of Darwin, is starting to influence society now, including via game theory etc. This has large social implications.

“Kropotkin emphasizes the distinction between competitive struggle between individual organisms over limited resources and collective struggle between organisms and the environment. He drew from his first hand observations of Siberia and Northeast Asia, where he saw that animal populations were limited not by food sources, which were abundant, but rather by harsh weather. For example, predatory birds may compete by stealing food from one another while migratory birds cooperate in order to survive harsh winters by traveling long distances. He did not deny the competitive form of struggle, but argued that the cooperative counterpart has been under-emphasized: “There is an immense amount of warfare and extermination going on amidst various species; there is, at the same time, as much, or perhaps even more, of mutual support, mutual aid, and mutual defense…Sociability is as much a law of nature as mutual struggle.” [italicized passage from Kropotkin, Mutual Aid] [Wikipedia]