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Diary Blog, 25 July 2020

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Moneygrubbing pro-Israel MP Jess Phillips on her usual anti-free speech, pro-Jewish-lobby rant. Seems that free speech is “dangerous“…Seems, also, that she still cannot use English correctly (“their“, instead of “they’re” or “they are”)

Ecce the self-described “Left”! “Black Jewish people“? Who are they? The so-called Falashas? Whoopi Goldberg?

Re: Ash Sarkar and friends:

https://ianrmillard.wordpress.com/2019/01/01/disordered-and-infantile-people/

https://ianrmillard.wordpress.com/2019/01/18/some-thoughts-about-venezuela-socialism-and-developing-a-more-advanced-society/

and now for something completely different…

[Olympia, Part 1, Festival of Nations; 1936; dir. Leni Riefenstahl]
[Olympia; Part 2, Festival of Beauty; 1936, dir. Leni Riefenstahl]

Jeremy Corbyn fighting fund

I notice that Corbyn’s GoFundMe appeal, to defend him against the “lawfare” being waged by Jews (fronted by self-publicizing bad joke solicitor, Mark Lewis, now resident in Eilat, Israel) is now taking in money at a rate of about £40 per minute! https://uk.gofundme.com/f/47gyy-jeremy039s-legal-fund

I may not have much time for Corbyn, but those against him are untermenschen.

Corbyn’s mistake was in not fighting back effectively when he was Labour Party leader. In particular, he and “grandpa Stalin” McDonnell both paid lip-service to the largely-faked “holocaust” farrago. It was the biggest mistake that they could have made.

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If, as Hitchens says, Parliament is”quite dead” and there is no real Opposition (I agree with both contentions), then anything is justified to restore the rights of the British people. Anything.

…for the welfare of the people is the highest law” [Cicero].

Below, self-described “historian” and “journalist” (and “antifa” cheerleader), Mike Stuchbery, now a resident of Stuttgart, showing stunning yet unsurprising lack of thought:

Might it be that, having been under fairly strict National Socialist rule (whatever its benefits), followed by Soviet and other occupation, and then (in the East) hardline socialist rule (and Stasi monitoring) for much of the 20th Century, Germans generally just do what they are told, and are used to being ordered around?

It is precisely because they were under strict State control that most Germans are not dissenting about having to wear masks; the idea of saying “no!” is not accepted, it seems. Having said that, most of the UK is no better. Rabbits.

Altercations in the toytown police state

I drove to Waitrose in the nearby small town. I had with me a disposable mask, knowing that without one I should not be allowed entrance (they still have one black-clad Handmaid’s Tale militia operative loitering outside).

Sure enough, as I was going in, the “militiawoman”, who recognized me from previous visits, smiled but added “mask, please, Sir”…so I had no choice if I wanted to shop. I waved the mask and replied “…I am all ready for the new police state”, and she had the grace to laugh.

Inside the supermarket, I found that wearing the mask was hot and uncomfortable, so pulled it down below the nose. None of the Waitrose staff said anything. The problem came when I was at the drinks section. A young shopper, a Chinese, actually had the gall to tell me that my mask should be above my nose! Even though my mouth and much of my face was covered! A ch**k!

I told the Chinese (pulling my mask aside) “thank you!” and waved him away. The Ch…did not give up and was just starting to lecture me when I snarled “SHUT UP! GET LOST” and walked away. He did not follow. I felt like smashing him into the ground, so maybe he had a lucky escape (or, on the other hand, maybe I myself did! After all, he might have been a Kung Fu exponent!).

Anyway, I did the rest of my shopping without incident, and fortunately did not see the aforesaid Ch… again.

Incidentally, I am not a natural snarler, but some people go too far; some people just keep pushing. Then they are dealt with. Having said that, I can do without (as 1920s Chicago gangsters used to put it) any “heat” from the toytown police. Walking away was the wise choice, I suppose, especially in a confined place like a supermarket…

[The Untouchables, maybe my favourite TV series as a child, seen by me as repeats on TV in Sydney when I was about 10 years old (in1967)]

What makes it even more ridiculous is that, had I crossed the road from the supermarket, and entered the pub there, I would not have had to wear a bloody mask at all!

As I have written before, a police state is bad enough, a toytown one just as bad, really, but an incompetent and toytown one just a bad joke. As for the Ch…, how DARE HE say ANYTHING to me in my own country!

In fact, this was not the end of my encounter with the new Boris-idiot toytown police state. because I needed a fuel top-up for the car. I went to the only nearby place, and the usual young man (there’s either a young man or young woman) was there. I went into the kiosk to pay, only to be asked “do you have a mask, Sir?” I politely said that it was in the car, but I had the exact money in cash. He said that I could advance and put it down (he was behind a perspex screen anyway, though not himself wearing a mask!

I did pay, and (politely, smiling) mentioned that England is becoming a police state. His expression hovered between smiling and crying. For a second, I thought that the poor little bastard was going to burst into tears!

Britain’s so-called “new normal”: people who are (99.999% of them) not infected and not going to sneeze on anyone in any case, forced to shop muzzled, indefinitely. Oh…and silly little busybodies who think that they have the right to be a multikulti Red Guard, telling British people what to do.

Well, in future, I shall only go out to shop (if at all) once per week, or maybe even switch to ordering online. I certainly have no intention of using non-food shops. Let them all go to the wall. As for fuel, I can drive 5 miles to the nearest automatic pump (that takes debit cards). Fuck them all.

Am I the only “rebel” or “dissenter” (or “heretic”)? I doubt it. If this continues, the offline retail sector in the UK is well and truly screwed. It may be that half or a quarter of consumers will still shop in person, but half or three-quarters will not bother. Waitrose this evening had few customers, which may be a straw in the wind; and, after all, people have to shop for food…

This action by Boris-idiot and his Cabinet (of incompetents) has weaponized the busybody instincts of at least a minority. It has emboldened a few of the bastards to the extent that they are willing and feel able to give lectures and even orders to people, based on half-understood bits and pieces of spurious “science” and doubtful “law” sprayed out in biased fashion by the BBC and Sky News liars.

I am still fuming, hours later, despite a glass of Hereford vintage cider and a small glass of Diplomatico Reserva Exclusiva rum from Venezuela.

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When I saw Nick Griffin referring to the “British people” recently as “#WankerNation” in tweets, I thought that maybe he was going a little too far, too soon. Now I fear that he is completely correct. Most British people are just scared rabbits, scared out of their skins by a virus which kills about one in two thousand people, and which has (probably) run its course, at least for now and in its present form.

Now, I have seen for myself that, even in an area scarcely affected by “the virus”, the rabbits are all complying, at least superficially, with the mask-wearing edict which only exists as of today because Boris-idiot has decided to make it so (without even a Commons vote), and which may be in force indefinitely.

This is something new in history: weaponization of a fear of a medical condition, but a fear based on almost nothing. And the population is just obeying the non-law…

I think that we can no longer credibly call the UK a “democracy”. We need a new term. I saw “wallygarchy” recently. It made me laugh, but that fits well enough for the moment. A “nation” that is no longer a nation, ruled by arbitrary incompetents, who are ruling over an emerging dystopia of hopeless, helpless serfs.