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Diary Blog, 13 January 2020

I see that the philosopher Roger Scruton has died.

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/obituaries/2020/01/12/sir-roger-scruton-conservative-philosopher-wide-interests-lightning/

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-7879737/As-philosopher-Sir-Roger-Scruton-dies-75-TOBY-YOUNG-pays-tribute-eminent-intellectual.html

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roger_Scruton

I never met him, and rather disapproved of some —by no means all— of his views (as seen in the newspapers, mainly) and activities (e.g. foxhunting), but he was an important figure in his own field and in terms of socio-political life.

He was, arguably, better known in Central Europe than in the UK. I recall seeing a whole window full of his works, in Czech translation, in a Prague bookshop. That was in 1999, 11 years after I first saw the city (in 1988 it was still under socialist rule).

“Scruton published a rueful article in the Spectator magazine, lamenting the Maoist climate of intolerance sweeping through our institutions. ‘We in Britain are entering a dangerous social condition in which the direct expression of opinions that conflict — or merely seem to conflict — with a narrow set of orthodoxies is instantly punished by a band of self-appointed vigilantes,’ he wrote.” [Daily Mail].

Bravo!

Naturally, those who supported his work in trying to bring greater freedom to the former socialist countries East of the “Iron Curtain” are out in force. Here is a tweet by the Jewish historian, Anne Applebaum:

Sadly, her support for freedom in socialist Central and Eastern Europe in the 1970s and 1980s was not reflected in her behaviour in blocking me on Twitter a few years ago. I  had never tweeted to her, as far as I can recall, so I assume that I was blocked for purely political reasons. Not very “freedom-loving”…Her works about Stalinism are interesting (and a very important resource), though. I myself own a copy of her book, GULAG: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gulag:_A_History

https://epdf.pub/gulag-a-history74976bda855bfe907213efba5fb6b06345052.html

Scruton was at one time friendly with a couple of people I knew in South London. That would have been in the 1970s. He would visit on his bicycle (an Oxbridge affectation which must have been hazardous in South London even then); he was at that time sometimes at Goldsmiths’ College in New Cross and may have taught there on occasion, though his main base was Birkbeck College (University of London) in Bloomsbury.

Scruton apparently enjoyed talking philosophy with the people I knew, but he ditched them and cut off contact after one of them was reported upon by the trash press as being “far right”. He was afraid that the connection might damage his career, which was just starting to take off at the time.

Curious to read that, in 1974-76, when he was 30-32, Scruton read for the Bar, at the Inns of Court School of Law (which I myself attended in 1987-88). He was Called in 1978, at age 34, though he never practised. I wonder why he bothered to become a barrister; because the Bar was a —small-c— “conservative” profession? Maybe because being even nominally a barrister was putting two-fingers up to his modest origins in High Wycombe, and to the father who stopped speaking to him after he won a place at Cambridge? Was that also one reason why he took up foxhunting?

Scruton was certainly interested in money, setting up private companies etc. Again, perhaps a result of financial insecurity in his earlier life.

A mixed picture. Not unflawed, but a substantial figure.

Labour and the Jews

Charles James, author of a report which has been seen by The Daily Telegraph entitled “General Election Part Two: Why didn’t we win?”, wrote: “Many of us believe that the row about anti-Semitism has been stoked by the government of Israel and its helpers in the UK.”” [Daily Telegraph]

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/politics/2020/01/13/anti-semitism-election-row-stoked-israel-labour-report-says/

The country that hates trees

Sometimes it seems to me that English people hate trees. In fact, most do not, but every now and then you see newspaper reports of disputes about them, such as one seen a couple of years ago, where most of the people living in a street of surpassing ugliness somewhere in the North East wanted the only tree in the street chopped down. It was not even very tall or wild. Similarly, the neighbour-disputes about trees. In most cases, the trees are not in any way “dangerous” (an idee fixe in England— in, say, Germany, trees often grow close to houses, as indeed is the case in, say, Russia).

I attribute part of the blame to the “Thatcher’s children” types, the kind of pleb-Cons who, especially in certain kinds of neighbourhood, spend much time on “Do It Yourself” repairs and “improvements”, when not washing and valeting their prized cars. God forbid that their little gardens (probably tarmacked or gravelled in front and laid to lawn in back, with statutory tiny and pointless “water feature” as recommended by some TV “landscape” guru) should have hedges or trees that might even, at times, look slightly “untidy”.

Times such as this week, when high winds are expected, tend to bring out the anti-tree idiots, afraid that trees that have stood for decades or even centuries will be uprooted.

I think that it was Chekhov who wrote that “for some people, a tree is sacred”. Amen.

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Cruelty to animals

I saw this: https://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/cruel-brothers-starved-horses-death-21268360 and it reminded me that the law is far too lenient in dealing with cruelty to animals.

The defendants in this case are “travellers” of some sort. I have little time for Priti Patel, but if she can screw down on such horrible riff-raff I shall applaud her.

Labour leadership

So Clive Lewis is out of the race before it even started. I cannot think why…(well, maybe I can…). Various factors.

Lewis, like Obama, is supposedly “black” by self-description, despite being, in reality, “mixed-race”, or in the language of the people, “a half-caste”:

I cannot imagine what degree of narcissism and low self-awareness Clive Lewis must have, to even imagine that he might be a suitable Labour leader and potential Prime Minister. Incredible.

À la recherche du temps perdu

I happened to see on a map the tiny street off the Rue de Rivoli where I stayed in a small hotel with my first wife in, I think, 1990: la Rue des Mauvais Garcons (Street of Bad Boys). No doubt my harsher critics will think that an apt street for me!

https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rue_des_Mauvais-Gar%C3%A7ons

I see that the Hotel Rivoli, decent but very basic, is only £95 equivalent per night even now, despite its good and central location (our room had a balcony and overlooked the Rue de Rivoli; it was one of the corner rooms shown in the photo below). I think that they charged £18 or so in the money of 30 years ago.

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Harry and the Royal Mulatta— latest

“TORMENTED Prince Harry has been left “heartbroken” after cutting ties with the royals – but Meghan Markle has warned: “It’s not working for me” [The Sun “newspaper”].

The Mulatta has the Southern Californian self-centredness. Actually, the Queen has only one thing in common with MM beyond basic biology— she prefers her dogs to her offspring!

Look at this!

Good grief! Hard to believe. Harry is to the Royal Mulatta what “Johnny” was to Fanny Cradock!

Cradock…mixed furious disdain with extreme tenderness towards her on- and off-screen partner, Johnnie, who became her third husband. Johnnie…was the TV ‘stooge’ who stood behind the chef, obeying her instructions and drinking wine while she cooked on her shows.” [The Guardian]

https://www.theguardian.com/media/2006/sep/10/broadcasting.uknews

https://www.independent.co.uk/news/people/obituary-fanny-cradock-1388721.html

A typical tweet about that video, similar to many many other tweets:

https://twitter.com/arieljones411/status/1216466492176457728?s=20

Labour-to-Conservative switch-voters

This Guardian piece is worth reading:

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2020/jan/13/tories-new-voters-conundrum-tough-policy-polling

Antarctic hit

A first for my blog: a hit from Antarctica! Someone in a frozen scientific research base? A penguin? Descendants of fugitives from the Reich, brought to Antarctica by submarine in 1945 and now living in a secret centre hundreds of feet below the surface?

icebreaker

Another French “blast from the past”

Les Rivieres Pourpres, a good film but one which would have been far better had half of the director’s cut not ended up being binned.

Labour Party

Looking at the 5 runners in the race, one can only shake one’s head. I cannot see many voters (let alone floating or swing voters) being impressed.

TV ads and soaps as propaganda

Looks like someone needs to read my blog!

https://ianrmillard.wordpress.com/2018/12/10/tv-ads-and-soaps-are-the-propaganda-preferred-by-the-system-in-the-uk/

https://twitter.com/DeniseDoris59/status/1215983644826853378?s=20

https://twitter.com/FlossieAndBoo/status/1215943635658772480?s=20

https://twitter.com/Marknonpc/status/1215980050669088770?s=20

Opinion poll

An opinion poll released this evening shows that Labour’s likely share of the popular vote has declined 4 points even since the General Election. Not exactly a shock.

Labour should have stood up to the Jewish/Zionists (the “Israel lobby”) and hit back hard on issues such as the way British people are tricked, bamboozled and exploited. Never give the lobby an inch. Oh, and stop shedding fake tears over the hugely overblown “holocaust” farrago. Apart from anything else, the Second World War (in which about 80 million died, about a tenth of whom were German) ended 75 years ago!

The opinion poll indicates that 16% of voters do not favour any System party.

Diary Blog, 30 December 2019

Discrimination against English people is OK; but discrimination against blacks, browns, Jews etc is not OK….in this sick degenerate society

“Race row after leading private schools turn down donor’s £1m offer to help poor white boys”

“Sir Bryan said: “If Cambridge University can accept a much larger donation in support of black students, why cannot I do the same for underprivileged white British?”

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2019/12/30/race-row-leading-private-schools-turn-donors-1m-offer-help-poor/

Irish tinker “travellers” (again)

Listening to Farming Today on BBC Radio 4. Lawless bands engaging in illegal hare coursing. All or almost all is done by Irish tinker “traveller” riff raff, aka “gypsies”, but the BBC will not, of course, permit those words to be used. The BBC interviews farmers in the Fen country about this criminal nuisance, but either the farmers do not dare to designate the criminals or the BBC does not permit them to do so. This gives a false picture.

It is as if these hare coursing criminals have come from outer space, as far as the BBC is concerned. No question is put on air as to who or what these “people” are; just “hare coursers”… who arrive in 4WD cars, do illegal hare coursing, bet on it, film it. But they are not “travellers”, “gypsies”, “tinkers”…oh no…BBC, police, even the victims say “No Sir, we’re not “racist”…” As Americans say, “what a crock”!

Meanwhile…

“Fewer than one in 100 alleged hate crimes investigated by the UK’s first dedicated police unit have resulted in a charge, as experts say £1.7 million would have been better spent fighting violent crime.

Just 17 cases, or 0.92 per cent of the 1,851 incidents logged by the UK’s first online hate crime hub have led to charges.

Only seven of those charges resulted in a prosecution, meaning that under one in 200 proceeded to court. Three cases were pending a Crown Prosecution (CPS) charging decision, according to the figures obtained under Freedom of Information laws by the Press Association.” [Daily Telegraph]

Ha ha!…and of those remaining 7-10 cases, most probably ended in acquittal.

Greta Thunberg (again)

Incredibly, BBC Radio 4 Today Programme, the ultimate System radio mouthpiece in the UK, has Greta Thunberg as “Guest Editor”.

I have already blogged about both Greta Nut and the connected Extinction Rebellion nonsense:

https://ianrmillard.wordpress.com/2019/09/29/greta-thunberg-system-approved-wunderkind/

https://ianrmillard.wordpress.com/2019/08/16/the-extinction-rebellion-levellers/

https://ianrmillard.wordpress.com/2019/10/09/extinction-rebellion-greta-thunberg-cressida-dick-and-the-madness-of-protesting-crowds/

One has to ask why the Today Programme has asked this mentally-disturbed, autistic creature, 17 years old this week (on 3 January 2020), and who has no educational qualifications of any kind (not even school ones), let alone any scientific ones, to edit their show? It’s pure System propaganda.

Greta Thunberg is no more authentic than a ventriloquist’s dummy:

and

If I am honest, Greta Nut’s “impassioned” rants just make me laugh out loud. Ridiculous, irrelevant little nut.
Sick politics
Kay Burley was apparently offered not only a safe Westminster seat by both Lab and Con (in 2015), but even an immediate Cabinet place! The present system is just mad. It is neither democratic nor rational.
Halal and kosher slaughter should be banned
A limit on capital and income
I can agree with that in principle. It is question of where the lines are drawn.
Scare stories…
Good point…
France
German
Merkel actually hates Germany, really hates it. See: https://twitter.com/ElizabethMcFinn/status/1211400457995902977?s=20
Changing perceptions
Interesting to see this “human interest” report:
In itself, a fairly standard story about an aged “veteran” from WW2, but look at the last paragraph:

The Dambusters raid – officially known as Operation Chastise – has gone down in history as one of the war’s most famous stories.

Purpose-built ‘bouncing bombs’ were used to target dams in Germany in May 1943 – which then burst and caused catastrophic flooding in some parts.

A post-war film cemented the raid in the nation’s popular consciousness – although it claimed more than 1,600 lives.” [Daily Mirror]

There is gradually seeping into these wartime stories the consciousness of the human cost, not only to one side in war, but also to the “enemy” (especially civilians), of such military operations.

A Day Out in Cambridge

Introduction

This is another vignette from my time at the Bar, specifically from my first six months (of a year, split up into two segments, in 1992 and 1993, with six months sojourn in New Jersey and New York in between) as a Bar pupil, which is a trainee barrister. I have, in a previous blog post, introduced the slightly comical figure of “the pupilmaster”, the anxious little Mauritian Indian barrister who was supposedly supervising me (we were the same age, 35). This account tells the tale of our day out in the university town of Cambridge.

Town and Gown

I had been to Cambridge a couple of times before. The first time was when I was about 25, with my then girlfriend. She was 32, a graduate of Cambridge University, and had contemporaries who were establishing themselves in academia and elsewhere. We stayed for a day or so with a couple who still lived in Cambridge; one of that couple was having his PhD thesis published as a book, and worked at the famous Scott Polar Research Institute.

My second visit to Cambridge, a decade later, was again University-connected, this time invited, by a friend at the Bar doing a Master’s degree, to Queen’s College, to the annual dinner of something called the E Society, a society which existed only to give its annual dinner; a club reminiscent of that written about by G.K. Chesterton in The Queer Feet [http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/QueeStep920.shtml].

That dinner took place in the richly-panelled rooms of the Dean of the College, a pleasant though cunning-seeming host and fellow (or should that be Fellow?), who later became briefly famous in the tabloid Press for two things: firstly, fulminating against “guests” of undergraduates (i.e. girlfriends/boyfriends) staying overnight in College; secondly, having a young woman actually living with him! (I believe that, by tradition, his office was reserved for bachelors living alone). The dinner was for about a dozen and was black-tie.

I also remember the dinner for other reasons: the Wagnerian-themed menu (“Valkyries on Horseback” etc); also the administrative slip when my “vegetarian request” (put in by the person who had invited me) turned out to have been lost in action. I was then ceremoniously served by the butler with a couple of poached eggs on toast! OK for me, but a hard-core veggie or vegan would have had a fit. I also recall the shock with which a fellow guest received my account of a TV programme I had seen about Filipino “psychic surgeons”. Turned out that he was the Something-or-Other Professor of Cardiac Surgery (and was unamused)!

Cambridge Crown Court

I saw Cambridge Crown Court on TV news recently. A horrible building which might be described as “public loo meets nuclear bunker” (with a nod to the Guggenheim in New York, in my opinion Frank Lloyd Wright’s least-successful conception).

https://courttribunalfinder.service.gov.uk/courts/cambridge-crown-court

However, in 1992 Cambridge Crown Court was still held in the ancient-seeming Guildhall (in fact built only in 1939).

It soon became clear that Cambridge was a little behind London in attitude. In London, when someone on bail “surrendered to custody” on day of trial, the “surrender” was nominal: he checked in with the Usher and his name was ticked off a list. In Cambridge, the defendant checked in and, despite having been on bail for months, was shoved into a cell! So it was that pupilmaster and I, having robed, found ourselves witness to an argument between two court guards and our defendant, who had arrived not long beforehand and had been roughly pushed into a cell with an injunction to “get your arse in there”… Having pacified the ongoing argument, we settled down (well, stood there– no furniture) to hear the defendant’s story already read in the brief.

According to the defendant (who was of “gypsy”, i.e. Irish tinker or, in today’s politically-correct terminology, “traveller” origin), he had been invited to travel with his friend (co-defendant) to Cambridge, far from their homes in Shepherd’s Bush, West London, in order to see a used car which the friend wanted to buy. While walking in the centre of Cambridge, he encountered a person described by him as “a hippy”, who had offered him a cigarette. Well, that cigarette “must have been drugs”, said the defendant, because when he regained consciousness he was in the back of a car which was being chased by a police car. He had been unable to understand why the police car, blue lights flashing and sirens sounding, was trying to chase the car in which he was now a passenger. The chase ended and, despite his having tried to explain himself, he had been arrested. Unlikely that he had ever read Kafka’s The Trial, but his surprise echoed that of Josef K.

The police account, which formed the case for the prosecution, was different. In their view, a car had been stolen by the co-defendant and defendant, had been sighted and chased and our defendant had exited the car on a bend and rolled under a parked car. His attempt to hide had been brought to a swift conclusion by a police dog.

This depressing and hopeless case might have caused pupilmaster to think a little unclearly. Never very punctual [see https://ianrmillard.wordpress.com/2018/06/19/home-and-away-or-neighbours/], pupilmaster was in danger of yet again irritating a judge by appearing late in Court (a massive discourtesy if the judge has already taken his seat). He poo-poohed my warning about this, saying, “Don’t worry– I know a short-cut into this court; it’s up those stairs. I’ve been here before”, indicating a dark stairway not far away. The defendant was bid au revoir for the moment, and we ascended the stairs.

In the words of Victorian novels, “imagine my surprise” when, instead of emerging outside the courtroom, we found ourselves in the dock! Worse, the judge was seated, looking livid, and the court was packed to such an extent that it reminded me of the famous courtroom scene in the old black and white film of A Tale of Two Cities. This was not good. Pupilmaster hissed at me to find the (hidden) catch so that we could exit the dock and take our proper place. After some fumbling, this was done. The judge, quite the Judge Jeffreys type, had turned that odd red-purple colour which might be called Judicial Livid, and which I myself may have triggered a couple of times in succeeding years. Not good.

The barrister for the co-defendant was there and all we now awaited was the putting-up of the defendants. It was at this point that it turned out that the co-defendant had exercized his non-existent right not to turn up for his trial. As a result, the trial collapsed, the defendant was bailed again and a warrant was issued for the arrest of the co-defendant.

So it was that another day in the pursuit of Justice ended.