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Diary Blog, 23 May 2025

Morning music

[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shylock_(Faur%C3%A9)]
[scene from Act 1 of the French play, Shylock, an 1889 adaptation of Shakespeare’s play, The Merchant of Venice; https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edmond_Haraucourt]

The cat came back

A very nice story and also, beyond that, an interesting example of how animals both have a homing instinct and also (beyond even that) a connection with their humans that goes beyond “mere” homing (amazing though that alone is). In some cases, animals have found their way across hundreds, even thousands of miles, to their humans’ new homes, homes to which, and in places to which they, the animals, have never been. There should be research into this.

See also: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Incredible_Journey_(film).

Though The Incredible Journey and the novel on which it was based [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Incredible_Journey] were fictional, there are similar accounts which are not fictional.

Could it be that, apart from the more obvious ways in which animals navigate, or may navigate, animals such as cats and dogs, often personally connected with particular humans, can find those with whom they feel a connection via some kind of “silver cord” based on (?) brainwaves or some other emanation?

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

Tweets seen

The strange military ballet which takes place daily at the border between India and Pakistan.

Even now, in the face of such devastation, bombing of hospitals, and starvation of children, and plans to drive out (to where?) the entire Palestinian Arab population, you see online and on TV the bleating of Zionist Jews living in the UK, USA etc that that is all “self-defence” and that any criticism of it is “antisemitic” and should be banned.

The more I think about it, the more I think that the way forward is not the UK parliamentary democracy of (arguende) 1832-present, not Sovietism, not even National Socialism (in its original clothing), but a synthesis of the best elements of those, suffused with interest in, and knowledge of, the supernatural world, as noted in my blog piece from many years ago about my personal history:

[“Ian Millard is now determined to put forward ideas and views for a positive future society in the UK, mainland Europe and beyond.

Ian Millard’s world-view comes out of both wide reading and the experience of living and working all over the world, and is composed of a synthesis of political ideologies, religions, philosophies and studies, prominent among which are the ideas and ideals contained in Anthroposophy, National Socialism, pan-Europeanism, and non-denominational Christianity, particularly Christic and Grail occultism.

Society in the advanced countries (and, therefore, the rest of the world) has come to a dead end, except in strictly technical fields.

A new society must arise, based at least fundamentally on the Threefold Social Order concept of Rudolf Steiner and on a mainly European population in the European or Eurasian lands.*

*”Eurasia” in this context refers mainly to Europe, Russia (including Siberia), Ukraine, Kazakhstan and some other Russophone areas.“]

Stray thought (aka “why is nothing in the UK thought through properly?”)

I should say that a major problem of both local and central government (and orgs under both) in this country is the apparent sheer inability to think things through; particularly policies, but it extends to what Basil Fawlty would call “the bleeding obvious“.

Yesterday, I drove 15 miles to visit someone at a major hospital, the recorded telephone message of which starts with some pointless propaganda about how £400M or £500M is being spent on new buildings etc.

So, anyway, after a slow, incredibly congested drive to the place, I find that there are indeed new buildings still under construction, but that a good part of what had been public parking has now been built upon. No doubt the usual bureaucratic box-tickers think that that is wonderfully “green”, and have little interest in the inconvenience of people visiting, or needing to stay, in the hospital.

The next problem was in finding the patient I was visiting. I just cannot believe that a major NHS hospital apparently has no main reception desk! Perhaps (?) one will exist, once all the changes have been made, but for now at least, no reception. Beyond belief. In France, in the USA, the reception desk is inescapable. The UK prefers the “Hampton Court Maze” approach.

I asked some foreign (Malaysian?) nurse or other uniformed person where was reception. She had difficulty in repeating the word, then directed me to what was (inevitably) the wrong direction, in view of the fact that, as I then discovered, there was no reception…

Finally, another person told me to find A&E, and the A&E desk would look up the patient’s name for me. I did that, and was given the number of the ward and bay. Thank you. Where would I find that ward? They were unable to tell me! They did not know the layout of the hospital, and apparently had no map or plan to hand.

I had to stumble around, asking random uniformed personnel, until I was told— at the other end of the large complex (of course).

En route to my destination, I noticed a sticker or poster proudly proclaiming that the hospital had been awarded 5 stars (the maximum) for cleanliness. I have to say the place did not look too clean.

Signage— terrible. Architecture. Almost rock-bottom.

Just one example. I could cite so many others. Yet Britain not so long ago completed Crossrail (now, the “Elizabeth Line”), a very impressive, very complex rail project. I can only assume that people who knew what they were doing were in charge of the rail project, whereas in the NHS, local authorities, and in respect of central government direct policy (immigration etc) you are dealing with the —often-clueless— bureaucrat element and the —even worse— political-idiot element.

More tweets seen

Walk down almost any street, in almost any part of the country. Even in the shopping streets of or near affluent areas, many on the streets are blacks, browns, Chinese. This is not only migration-invasion, but also migration-occupation.

In any case, that 431,000 number is arrived at by including (and setting-off) those white British/European people who are leaving, whereas almost all of the immigrants coming to the UK are black/brown/Chinese, so the reality is even worse.

Almost none. Statistical zero. Over time, they and their offspring will be, at best, parasites, at worst criminal or terroristic.

Simon Myerson is the malicious and vituperative Jew-Zionist barrister from Leeds who was sacked as a recorder (p/t judge) because he was unwilling, or perhaps unable (by reason of his character or mentality), to stop his online abuse of and insult to people.

Actually, looking at Myerson’s tweet, it is surely libellous on its face. It is not unlikely that Dr. Clarke henceforth will be avoided by Jewish patients etc who have seen Myerson’s tweet, and who may take seriously the allegation that she is “unsafe” (meaning, in this context, likely to deliberately cause injury to them).

There is surely, in potentio, direct financial damage there, and career damage, as well as reputational damage.

I think that Dr. Clarke should consult her solicitor without delay. Myerson has plenty of cash and property with which to satisfy any damages and costs that might result from a successful claim in defamation.

Incidentally, in English law there is no such thing as a “blood libel“, which is a term used only by Jews (or their puppets) to describe criticism by non-Jews of bloodletting, or alleged bloodletting, by Jews.

A barrister, Jewish or otherwise, should not be making up law and broadcasting the nonsense online (or elsewhere), thus misleading the general public.

I also think that Dr. Clarke would be within her rights to refer Myerson to the Bar Standards Board. I also think that she should.

Myerson should be reported to both the Bar Standards Board and the court where that trial is to take place (I think, not sure, the Central Criminal Court/Old Bailey).

Myerson was involved as a witness in the civil trial in which Newbon was a defendant. The trial judge did not believe a word Myerson said (or the testimony of several other Jewish witnesses), though said judge expressed his assessment more diplomatically than I have done.

Newbon, a vicious social media troll and pro-Israel fanatic, committed suicide before the trial ended (in defeat for the three defendants, the two still alive and Newbon). The James Wilson who has tweeted above was the successful claimant in that trial.

Starmer-stein has done the near-impossible— made Boris-idiot, Liz Truss and others seem (relatively) honest. Hard to believe (in both senses).

Late tweets

Late music

The Jews I Met At An Oasis

A random tweet seen just reminded me of when I met a group of Jews in a desert oasis. It happened like this: I was in Egypt for several months in the winter of 1997-98. I started off in charming Aswan, spent a week or two under canvas in a then-remote part of the Red Sea coast, and then a month or so in Alexandria (an experience recounted, in part, here: https://ianrmillard.wordpress.com/2019/03/07/when-i-was-not-arrested-in-egypt/).

I left Alexandria to visit the remote oasis of Siwa, in the Western Desert not very far from Libya, southwest of the Qattara Depression and only a mile or two from the first great dunes of the Great Sea of Sand:

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

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

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

275681-Siwa_Oasis_Egypt275695-The_desert oasis of Siwa

SiwaPanoramaA VIEW OF THE OLD AND NEW CITY OF SIWA IN EGYPT'S WESTERN DESERT.

I lived for a month, maybe longer, in a kind of small concrete chalet in the garden of the very small hotel I used. The hotel garden was sand but planted with closely-situated date palms. I discovered that dry date palm fronds, fallen from the trees, burn easily. Thus I inadvertently started a “tradition” of having a fire around which people gathered and talked in the cool of the evening.

Most visitors to the oasis would arrive on the one bus (a luxury Mercedes coach) in early evening, stay only one or two nights, then return to Alexandria (an 8-hour journey via Marsa Matruh on the coast). By the time I left, I had spent at least a month there and was the longest-resident foreigner save for a Finnish person who did Tai Chi on the flat roof of the hotel (well, maybe you have to be a little unusual to stay long at Siwa!) and an Anglican nun who wanted to set up a Christian centre there (not a very good idea even if the authorities approved it, which was almost inconceivable). Turned out that she knew a man who had tried (unsuccessfully) to teach me Physics when I was at school in the early 1970s. Small world.

I met a number of mostly young people there. I myself was an arguably youthful 41. Apart from the Finn and the English nun, I recall quite a few others who stayed at the oasis for longer than average. Some were more eccentric than others.

There was an odd young man from somewhere near Lancaster. When in the UK, he lived in a caravan on a red squirrel conservancy and had inherited a small legacy (£12,000, I think) from his grandmother. He had lived for eight years on that, in India. He said that India was both cheaper and dirtier than Egypt. I found both statements hard to believe.

Another oddity, also English, was someone about 28, whom I at first took to be some sort of evangelical Christian, but who in fact was a militant atheist. Very militant. He had bicycled across vast expanses (including the Kazakh steppe), using a specially-built bicycle which had water storage inside its frame. He had cycled from Alexandria and was planning to cycle from Siwa to the next oasis, Bahariya, a journey of some 250 miles to the East, on a desert road used only by occasional Egyptian Army patrols, perhaps once weekly. Not a good place to get a flat or run out of water. I wonder whether he made it.

One young lady, a very attractive French girl from Rennes, the capital of Brittany, was rather interested in me, but had a boyfriend with her, a pleasant young fellow from Montpellier, so our animated conversations did not lead anywhere, or any further…

We temporary “local expats” would eat such as molokhiya, a rather slimy but oddly tasty soup made mainly from green vegetables (jute leaves); more often we might have falafel, and maybe drink helba, a kind of yellow-green herbal tea made from fenugreek (Siwa was dry in both senses).

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

https://www.inside-egypt.com/health-in-a-cup.html

So what about those Jews? They were tourists from Israel, travelling in a group. Students. There seemed to be about 8 of them. None of them seemed to be overtly attached. The girls were quiet, pleasant, modest; the boys slightly less quiet. Only one was extremely unpleasant, a transplanted New York Jew aged about 25, with beard and carrying at all times a thick and obviously unread paperback about “the holocaust”. I cannot recall the exact title, something about the SS and “holocaust” anyway. This particular Jew was studying at some university at Jerusalem and within minutes had marked me as a probable enemy! My copy of Alan Clark’s Barbarossa probably triggered his interest.

The others in that Israeli group, in discussion with other tourists (including my French “girlfriend” who never became a girlfriend), seemed to be reasonable in that they were not looking for war with the Arab world, but of course the unspoken elephant in the room was the historical basis: the migration of millions of Jews to British Mandate Palestine and later Israel, which displaced the previous occupants.

Still, in that milieu, by the “camp-fire”, one could briefly believe in an Arab-Israeli concordat. Only the occasional presence of the American Jew Zionist fanatic disturbed that pacific fantasy. He personified the Zionist fanatics who never quite get around to moving permanently from New York, Los Angeles or London to “Eretz Israel”, yet they are the ones who, as much or more than the “native” Israelis, push the hardline Zionist agenda. Look at the recent film featuring the former heads of MOSSAD, Shin Beth etc. They seem, in principle, less warlike than both the American (etc) “diasporic” Jew fanatics and Israel’s own political leaders.