“She’d been abandoned by a neighbor and left to survive in a shed since July—lonely, freezing, and slowly fading. By November, winter was settling in hard, and I knew she wouldn’t make it much longer. So I made a choice.
[“She’d been abandoned by a neighbor and left to survive in a shed since July—lonely, freezing, and slowly fading. By November, winter was settling in hard, and I knew she wouldn’t make it much longer. So I made a choice. I drove five hours and brought her home. She arrived severely underweight, dehydrated, and exhausted. Her fur felt dry and brittle, and she looked like she’d been holding on by the thinnest thread. I set her up in my bathroom with food, water, and a warm, quiet place to rest—far from the chaos of my other cats. She ate. She drank. And for the first time in months, she slept safely. I’m taking her to the vet as soon as I can, to see what she needs and whether she’s ready to meet the rest of the household. I don’t know yet if she’ll stay with me forever or if she’ll find another loving home. But what I do know is this: She’s no longer abandoned. She’s no longer cold. She’s no longer alone. Right now, she has warmth, safety, and someone who cares enough to give her a second chance. And sometimes, that’s where healing begins.”]
“The world is not without kind people” [Russian proverb]
As remarked on the blog numerous times over recent years, the very people who, once, would have gone to the barricades for free speech (writers, journalists, editors, TV people etc) are now the very ones most keen to see censorship, gagging of dissidents, “cancelling” those with “wrong” opinions etc. The Jew-Zionist influence is behind most of it.
£192 Million later, the Hallett Report finds that the problem was that the Johnson regime wasn't tough enough on using the (CIA-tweaked) rebranded flu to strip away even more of our freedoms quickly enough
Many, perhaps most, people in the UK, however, are still at least partly brainwashed by the panicdemic/scamdemic fear propaganda of 2020-2022. Many have still not connected the dots (i.e. closing down economy and society for two years means less money for everything, including the sainted NHS, which has been reduced to a very basic service most of the time…still clapping?).
Ironically, those most fervently in favour of “lockdowns” etc are often the same ones who decry the subsequent and indeed consequent government spending cuts, just as those most in favour of the migration-invasion are often the ones crying out for a better welfare state….
What happens if a Reform House of Commons meets the old parties' House of Lords?
Exhibit #335321 of Marxist ideology causing mass acute Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.
Political correctness, and especially in the last 5-10 years, has caused many people to suffer from acute anxiety disorders in fear of being cancelled, financially destroyed and/or socially… pic.twitter.com/Gxb4bhyMjm
Of course you need advanced economics degrees and computer modelling to understand that housing shortages might be created by the importation of a million non-whites each year into a small country like the UK, whether or not most of the migrant-invaders are utterly useless, and many indeed dangerous and criminal one way or another…
Putting out tweets like this from the Tory party chairman is exactly how the left behave.
They really are running / are out of time to cleanse the Conservative party of this kind of leftist behaviour. pic.twitter.com/Ajyn4MwpFD
The MPs of the dying Conservative Party are getting really desperate.
Several areas in the southern part of the Gaza Strip have come under fire from Israeli forces, despite the ceasefire regime in the Palestinian enclave, the Qatari television channel Al Jazeera reported:https://t.co/dlngKqEwzIpic.twitter.com/Dccx4498gr
She’s not just talking about Gaza and Palestinians here. People need to get that through their heads. Anyone who opposes Jewish supremacy is an enemy to be eliminated according to the Melanie Phillips of the world. https://t.co/Dbfug6HI9h
From the horse’s mouth. Jew-Zionists regard everyone else in the world (except those controlled completely by them) as “the enemy“. Turn that around…
Like so many of “them”, though, Melanie Phillips and her husband prefer to support Israel from a distance. When I was up before the Bar Disciplinary Committee, under the aegis of the Bar Standards Board, in late 2016 (a professional disciplinary hearing instigated by Jew-Zionists— see below), I was amused to see from the plaque on the wall by the entrance that Melanie Phillips and her husband lived in the same building. Indeed, the same block, though couple of numbers down, was also where, in 2001-2002, I myself worked and was the nominal chief of a branch of a niche American law firm doing work in the former Soviet Union, offshore jurisdictions, Brazil etc. In fact, I was the leaseholder or licence-holder (I forget exactly which). Small world.
Sign this and stand with our Doctors. Who are fighting for our freedom of expression as well as the independence of OUR health service from foreign lobbies.
Our Drs should be looking out for people – not persecuted for it
Since Covid, the UK has lost some 3,324 doctors, 1,530 nurses, hundreds of anaesthetists, teachers and mechanics to countries like Australia while replacing them with low-skill, low-wage Deliveroo drivers from the Third World
[preliminary note: this is a personal rather than a political or social blog post, though it does touch on both of those aspects of life]
It is hardly original to say that fame often tends to be fleeting, but indulge me. I was thinking about this matter recently in the context of hearing about a number of persons and their life-trajectories. In particular, in the past 6-7 years I have observed the meteoric rise of a Jewish Zionist lawyer (solicitor) to fame; he rose to public prominence (after years of provincial obscurity and a slide into near-madness) on the basis of one type of notorious case, only to slowly deflate ever since. That person’s fate, still unfolding (or should that be “unravelling”?) gave rise to other, connected, thoughts.
I was on holiday in Hammamet, Tunisia [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hammamet] in 1994 when my then girlfriend and I met with a young Englishman and his girlfriend. They were both struggling or at least very junior young journalists, twenty-somethings. The young man explained that they had been in a not very pleasant hotel and so had upgraded to the one in which I was staying, the Phoenicia, one of the best in the resort, all marble and staff wearing white uniforms topped by a fez.
The young journalist said that his name was Jasper Gerard (the girlfriend’s name I forget). We had lunch and the odd drink in the succeeding days and they were in the grounds of the hotel when they noticed someone nearly get killed when his parascending canopy collapsed at altitude. Yes, that was me (I pulled too hard on one side to descend) and apparently Gerard cried out “isn’t that Ian?!” as I appeared to be about to fall, mortally wounded, to the beach. However, I survived with nothing worse than a minor story to tell.
I kept in touch with Jasper. I invited him, not long after, to dinner at Lincoln’s Inn (of which I was then a member). He attended not with the Tunisia holiday girlfriend but with a pleasant, very quiet young lady who (judging by more recent Press photos) was probably his later wife. A week or two later, in the English way, he invited me to dinner at his club, a members-only but non-traditional place in Mayfair called Green Street. The sort of place full of young or youngish people who were probably pop stars whom I would probably not have recognized even by name. At dinner, the next table was occupied by a lady and her two guests. She was, Gerard whispered, the journalist Marie Colvin, already noted but who became rather famous later on, after she lost an eye and took to wearing a dashing eye-patch. She was killed in Homs, Syria, in 2012, making Gerard’s dinner comment to the effect that connections had helped her into her job seem in retrospect even more envious than it did at the time.
After that, I did not see Jasper Gerard for nearly three years, during which time he had become the head of the Diary column in The Times. After I finished a year working in Kazakhstan, I called him and suggested a drink. He suggested lunch at El Vino, not the original wine bar but the branch at the foot of Ludgate Hill. He failed to turn up and when I called to ask whether a problem had arisen, did not even apologize but got some underling to say that “something had come up”. That was discourteous, but personal loyalty is important to me, so I agreed to a second lunch date. This time, Gerard did turn up, but the pleasant, rather hesitant young man had become a blase, vain fellow obviously very much spoiled by his career uplift and hugely full of himself. He scarcely bothered to talk, obviously found me not famous enough to waste even the lunch break on, then did not offer to pay, or even to pay half the bill, but waited until I did before saying “do you mind if I take the cash and pay, so that I can claim it back”! With such a brazen attitude, it is not surprising that the bastard later tried to be elected as an MP!
I did not meet with Jasper Gerard after that, though I noticed that he was later to be found in the Sunday Times as chief interviewer. He lasted for some years before being removed. He then became restaurant critic in The Observer for a year or two, until 2008. He was even mentioned (once) in celebrity chef Gordon Ramsay’s memoirs.
Gerard fell into obscurity after that, though he came second in the Maidstone and The Weald constituency in the 2015 General Election, standing as a LibDem (well, after all, the LibDems are now the last resort of the scoundrel!).
The last I heard of Jasper Gerard, in 2016, he had become the Head of Press for the LibDems. Whether he still is, I have no idea.; and his last tweet to the public was in 2015…
The above is just one reminiscence about, mainly, one person. I suppose that the moral of my brief story is that some people really cannot handle fame or even minor celebrity, and that obscurity often beckons.
Update, 29 December 2020
I saw that there were recently a few hits on this rather obscure blog post, so am updating it.
Jasper Gerard’s 2015 vote share of 24.1%, though far below that of the 36% attained by the LibDem in 2010, was still better than that garnered by the LibDems of 2017 and 2019 (16.4% in both cases). Gerard was the last LibDem to get a second place at Maidstone and the Weald; Labour has come second since 2015: 22.1% in 2017, 18.3% in 2019.
“In the soup for playing down the Lord Rennard scandal (‘It’s hardly Jimmy Savile’) Liberal Democrat candidate Jasper Gerard stands accused of playing down his poshness. Colleagues at Durham University remember him as Jasper Gerard-Sharp. Once he secured the post of head of the university’s Lib Dem society he morphed into plain Jasper Sharp. But by the time he arrived at The Times as a trainee journalist, he reverted to Jasper Gerard. Keep up at the back!” [Daily Mail, in 2013] https://www.dailymail.co.uk/debate/article-2285672/Is-boastful-Vince-Cable-ready-new-challenge.html
Professionally, and politically, Jasper Gerard —or Gerard-Sharp— now seems to have vanished without trace. He may have retired early; he would now be 53, must have been extremely well-paid when he was Chief Interviewer for the Sunday Times, and there may well be some family money, despite his grammar school secondary education.
Update, 18 March 2021
I noticed that there were several hits on this old article today.
I recall seeing an interview in the Sunday Times, in 2003, written by then-Chief Interviewer Jasper Gerard. It was with, and the article about, the wife of Kevin Maxwell, the part-Jew son of MOSSAD chief European agent, millionaire Jew fraudster and later food-for-fish, “Robert Maxwell”. At the time, the Maxwells were trying to sell their expansive country house on the Thames, somewhere near Wallingford.
That is a nice part of the world, one I knew well as a child and teenager in the early/mid 1960s and in the 1970s. I remember, reading the interview, thinking “there is a horrible brash Jewish or part-Jew family living in luxury on the banks of the Thames near Wallingford, and I am scraping a modest living from the law…“. The fact that Kevin Maxwell was living off the proceeds of crime, such as the frauds perpetrated by his despicable father, made the feeling all the stronger.
Well, the wheel of life has certainly turned for Ghislaine Maxwell, “Captain Bob’s” daughter, currently resident in a 9 foot by six foot cell in a US Federal prison.
Hey! I have an idea! Jasper Gerard should go interview the declining Ghislaine before she gets bumped like Epstein, or does herself in. He could write a good (well, adequate…) article about the contrast between her present circumstances and those days long ago with her brother and family by the sweet Thames…If, that is, anyone would now publish him.
Ian Robert Millard 