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Well, this week, I scored 5/10, the same as political journalist John Rentoul. I knew the answers to questions 1, 5, 6, 7, and 10.
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All the fault of the Jew-Zionists, both in Israel and elsewhere (especially those in the UK and USA).
Wherever “they” see a weakness, they attack, not only or always by military means, but also, and in fact more usually, by means of infiltration, using the money power to buy their way in.
That was how Jew-Zionists started to colonize Palestine in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, long before the 1948 establishment of the State of Israel.
Under Ottoman imperial rule, and then under the post-WW1 British Mandate, Jews started to buy up land in Palestine wherever they could. This happened especially around the ancient port of Jaffa. That area slowly became the hub of what is now the large city of Tel Aviv.
The same or at least a similar process happened in the UK in the 19thC and early 20th centuries. The largely effete and, in many cases, short-of-money old aristocrats and “gentry” of England (and even Scotland) sold out for hard cash. There are many examples, even on the record. Jewish women from wealthy families married titled English or Scottish men.
As a matter of fact, there was continuing infiltration into the remnants of the so-called “British aristocracy” even in the 1930s and later. I know of at least one quite, or formerly, famous comedian whose Wikipedia entry mentions his various “noble” antecedents, but not the more recent Jewish ancestry. I suppose that is why that individual used to tweet negatively about me 10-15 years ago…
Still, “no names, no pack drill“, in the now rarely-heard Victorian phrase.
Of course, until about 1950, all (statistical 99% to 100%) immigrants to the British Isles, since ancient times, were of European or, if you prefer, Aryan, or post-Aryan, origin. “White people”, in short.
It’s almost funny that, even when I was a teenage schoolboy, in the early/mid 1970s, you had pro-immigration cretins talking about the ancient “immigrants” to Britain— Romans, Angles, Saxons, Vikings, European Celts, Normans (who were, in reality, Vikings settled in Normandy), Huguenots (Protestant emigrants from France) etc as all “foreign”, and so somehow, notionally, not so very different to the blacks, browns etc who flooded in since the Second World War.
An absolutely stupid, and completely ahistorical, argument.
When I was on trial in 2023-2024 for exercizing my free speech rights, one of the things I was alleged to have published on the blog was the assertion that “wherever Jews exist, in any but small numbers, others lose their freedoms” (or some such, or similar, words). I was told, in effect, that I was quite mistaken as to that…
No comment…
How many “invasions” would that be? Which will be first? Iran? Yemen? Greenland? Canada? Venezuela? Cuba?
None so far…
Dystopian Britain growing in plain sight
A few days ago, I took a trip by car, a round-trip of about 200 miles, something I only do occasionally. The journey, from the central-southern English coast, proved more than challenging. Several long waits behind temporary traffic lights made a 2-hour journey more like 3 hours, and the surfacing of even major roads (such as the major trunk route, the A34) is now appallingly-bad in places.
However, that was only the first impression of the day. The once-interesting (in the1970s) city of Oxford, which for some time has been in a state of redevelopment and economic expansion etc, cannot now be accessed by car without paying a congestion charge (nein danke), and the outer zones have become an unpleasant sprawl. Few of those seen trudging along on the streets are European, let alone English.
The drive back was…interesting…but not in a good way. I thought to avoid the unpleasant A34/M3/M27 experience by driving via Swindon and Salisbury. Well, “man proposes but God disposes“, as they say. The roads were not too busy at first, but then became yet another stationary experience. Several sets of “temporary” traffic lights, the wait at each nearly half an hour by reason of the weight of traffic at “going-home time”. Also, the state of the roads, in places, approaches that of the 18thC. Potholes so big that they could fairly be described as dangerous, surfacing generally very poor.
I suppose it was my fault that I somehow got a little lost in Swindon, not an area I know. When I was in my early/mid teens, in the early 1970s, I would occasionally attend the races at Cheltenham with my parents, and on the drive back to the South Oxfordshire/Berkshire area where we lived, we would call in at the then Trust House Forte “Post House” hotel in the then small and undistinguished railway town of Swindon for something to eat.
The incredible Google AI tells me that “Swindon has grown immensely since the early 1970s, and the area around the hotel reflects that shift:
The Surroundings: When it first opened, it sat in a much more rural setting—essentially on the edge of the town. Today, it is surrounded by residential developments like Liden and Badbury Park, and is very close to the Great Western Hospital complex, which didn’t exist when you were visiting.
The Building: Originally a low-rise 1970s design typical of Trusthouse Forte’s “Post House” brand, it has been significantly modernised and extended over the decades.”
Apparently that hotel is now the local Holiday Inn.
The town itself, though, seems halfway between a rundown area of what looked like council housing estates, and a semi-American (meaning Essex County New Jersey, really) landscape of fast food outlets, supermarkets, malls etc.
The few people I saw on foot were either black/brown (including a couple of Indians or Paki-stanis dismantling or repairing a car) or white “youths” all in “hoodies”. Admittedly, I did not go into the very centre of the town, but I was glad to, eventually, find a way out.
The roads between Swindon and Salisbury were, again, in poor repair, and even the roads between Salisbury and the coast were in a terrible state, though apparently being repaired in places (meaning more long waits as lines of endless-seeming cars and trucks were held up by several more sets of temporary traffic lights).
The thought that came to me repeatedly during that unpleasant and long journey (well over 3 hours) was that Britain is just not working. The roads are just a symptom. The whole country is gradually (?) going to literal rack and ruin.
Not a nation, more a parking lot and shopping/housing landscape, and without racial, cultural, or historical integrity.
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[“BREAKING: Twice as many people are referred to counter-terrorism programme Prevent for “extreme right-wing views” than they are for Islamic extremism. This is despite Islamic extremists making up 90% of the 43,000 terror suspects on MI5’s watchlist. Prevent admits that they class “cultural nationalism” as an extreme right-wing view. Last year, Prevent training documents were published that listed sharing the view that Western culture was ‘under threat from mass migration and a lack of integration’ was a ‘terrorist ideology’. https://dailymail.co.uk/news/article-15567645/Britain-Islamism-Far-Right-Extremism-Terrorism.html.”]
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Translates to a Commons with about 292 Reform UK MPs (34 short of overall majority), Greens 106 (official Opposition), 86 Cons, 67 LibDems, 45 SNP, 27 Lab [etc].
Reform UK is underwhelming “controlled opposition” and fake-nationalism, but is still on top, not on its own merits but because so many people are thoroughly sickened by the two main (at present) System parties. The same, mutatis mutandis, or similar, could be said of the Greens, and even the LibDems; after all, the LibDems failed dismally when given a measure of power during the 2010-2015 “Con Coalition”, and are now led by an utter clown (and a dishonest one at that), Ed Davey.
Ian Robert Millard 