Dictatorship Cannot Hide the Ugliness of Third World Britain
Life here is unrecognisable. What we see and hear would only make sense if Britain had fought and lost a war. Knives and machetes flash in filthy ghettos where English is never spoken. Baying crowds march in triumph on London streets, chanting for terrorism and race-hate. Savage attacks on children are everyday events. Police enforce racialised justice, so white men and women suffer fast-track, extreme punishment, while non-white offenders skate around the edges of the law. Example: a million illegal aliens barge into the country and instead of deportation, the state heaps presents on them. Real British people feel confused, betrayed and furious. Dictatorship is here and must be ripped out now, before it roots.
In a uniparty state like Britain, you donāt need a military coup to get a tyranny going. Dictatorship creeps into place while the increasingly neurotic citizens hypnotise themselves with television and smartphones. As our world grows cruel and ugly, those condemned to go out in public compensate by staring like zombies at a portable six-inch screen throughout the experience. Smartphones have become a virtual bolt-hole for those unwilling to face the grim reality. Stuck in a crowded commuter train or static in any public space, most will raise the hand-held hypnotism device to their faces, to obliterate the sight and sound of what surrounds them. Our society operates in an environment we find too awful to bear.
Much of this frantic self-isolation is based in anxiety -fear of the 57 varieties of danger found in every street, park, train station, cafe and bar. No-one can trust the strangers in our midst. When inhabitants live in perpetual fear of each other, the country has gone rotten, has failed to deliver a safe home for its native people. Yet now, as the media and the state lecture us in chorus, we are expected to censor ourselves to make life easier for the unwanted visitors plundering our inheritance. Censorship brutalises people, as opinions become classified and stratified: right/wrong; acceptable/verboten.
In 1930ās pre-war Germany, creeping Nazi censorship led to a growing collective fear of speaking freely in public. The constant threat of arrest or personal attack divided society in two: the cowed and the brave-but-endangered. Fifty years later, I crossed the Berlin Wall into east Germany, within the Soviet bloc. On the same streets, fascist oppression had been replaced by its communist equivalent. I found citizens caught in the very same trap, muttering their honest opinions in lowered voices, navigating the dangerous waters between the lies of the state and the unspeakable truth on the streets. It's not a feature of left or right, just of tyranny. That is how we live today in Britain.
Prime Minister Starmer has chosen to inject that threat, that selfsame fear into the minds of all who disagree with the unipartyās despised mass-immigration program. Realising too late that the invasion could not be stopped by voting, the British have correctly assumed the state no longer respects the publicās wishes. We are muzzled and thereby reduced -by government- to subject status, then enemies of the state. Last week, anti-establishment dissidents beame prisoners -some actually convicted of wrongspeak- in British kangaroo-courts. A state-sponsored third world invasion has brought third-world policing to our shores, and corrupt third-world justice.
BELIEVE IT OR NOT
Naturally, this plunge to the bottom of the societal barrel has been accompanied by third-rate journalism. Newspapers and TV are now worthless as information sources, with only state-permitted reports allowed exposure. Every editor -and their crew of sub-editors- is programmed to act like a Google algorithm, removing wrongthink, deleting facts and concealing the obvious -but never stated- motives driving current events. Only citizen journalists, unpaid and free of āeditorial oversightā are able to collect facts and interpret them honestly, to marry cause and effect.
Example: In 2022 I supplied two fast, accurate reports on the truth behind the Nordstream pipeline attack -the worst environmental catastrophe of this century. [To read them CLICK HERE and CLICK HERE]
Not only did the Nordstream explosions pump more C02 into the atmosphere than 10 volcanoes, they ripped the guts out of the pivotal German economy and sent energy bills through the roof for tens of millions of europeans. My articles were the product of efficient, quick research -and crucially, no editorial interference. The same information was available to any competent reporter with an internet connection -yet every single newspaper and TV station in the western world parroted the nonsensical claim that āRussia sabotaged its own pipelineā every day for two years afterwards.
Last week, however, a feeble new narrative was launched: āNordstream Explosion Was Ukrainian Sabotageā. Germany immediately announced that as a result it would no longer supply military aid to Ukraine. Both the story and the German āresponseā are exercises in deception. NATO (CIA & MI6) operators blew the pipes, and Germany is just back-pedalling out of an unwinnable profit-war which will end with Trumpās re-election.
These are Cover-Your-Ass tales designed for the blame-game aftermath of a war that should never have been fought in the first place. But for mainstream consumers, the truth about Ukraine was never seen or heard and never will be. Chosen as the launching pad for a NATO-sponsored arms bonanza, the whole slaughterhouse is a stain on the soul of every participating country. With its gutter-level lies and āUkraine victoryā fairy-tales, Britainās āaccredited mediaā performed no better than the state PR whores of Iran or Venezuela. Perhaps the most offensive aspect of todayās prostitute newspapers are the front pages, where celebrity sex and climate claptrap take more space than anything connected to reality. Newspapers, like everything in our state-run universe, are uglier than ever before.
The crooks running the Stock Exchange casino in Londonās notorious āSquare Mileā do a great imitation of āhigh financeā but Britain has a only miserable, third-world economy. Our oil-wells and coal mines are sealed (Net Zero) so we must buy our energy from untaxable foreign corporations. Our ātransport policyā is an aggressive anti-travel program aimed at forcing ordinary citizens off the roads, railways, trains and planes (Net Zero). Britainās farmers are being priced out of existence and robbed of their land by punitive (Net Zero) legislation born in Brussels that effortlessly bypasses the mirage of Brexit. When Starmer informs us āthings can only get worseā he isnāt kidding. We already know he and his WEF colleagues are planning a future in which we sit tight in our ā15-minute citiesā munching worm-food. How more open can their contempt for us be? The sordid ugliness of our inner-cities bears witness to the third-world existence being prepared for the next generation.
NET ZERO EDUCATION
Realising it is impossible to convince a semi-educated public that crushing poverty, Net Zero and Forever War are brilliant ideas, the answer is simple: import a third-world population with third-world minds, and drag everyone else down to that level. To enable their āintegrationā, standards are to be lowered to all-time depths, to the point where examinations are little more than award ceremonies.
In anticipation, the formerly elite colleges of Oxford and Cambridge are also racing to the bottom, filling their hallowed halls with midwit diversity picks. Come the exams, they hand out worthless ātop-drawerā degrees to third-rate box-tickers who couldnāt have passed the entrance exam 100 years ago. The academic future will be populated by āprofessorsā with less intelligence than yesterdayās school janitors. In the schools of Starmerās racist Britainā¦
āConcepts including meritocracyā¦ should be questionedā
The above sentence comes from a āBest Practiceā document, and was clearly written by a racist moron for whom the English language is an insurmountable challenge. Best Practice? What, dear moron, does the word ābestā mean, absent a meritocratic judgement? This is a typical sample of top-table far-left academic brilliance. A writer who wants to question meritocracy in a document titled Best Practise.
Critical Race Theory is not a ātheoryā at all, but a rag-bag of anti-white racism mixed with communism that has no place in our schools, universities or anywhere else. It is an abominable moronic ideology that cannot even express itself in intelligent English. CRT is the sewer of academic non-achievement, a hate-filled anti-white shriek of twisted bigotry. To hell with anyone supporting this disgusting racial attack on our people and our country.
But in Kier Starmerās ugly vision of Britain, racist morons will supply instructions to moronic teachers to help create moronic voters. In this ābest practiceā lunatic asylum, dumb will equal clever, wrong will equal right, and āobjectivityā be removed like a dangerous growth. Why bother with classes at all? Under the guise of āanti-racismā white children with huge potential for learning will be intellectually disarmed and rendered ignorant -thus ālevelling the playing-fieldā -at the level of a moron. This dumbed-down mockery of a āstate educationā can only generate a populace of cretins who will believe anything. Who the hell do these racist scum think they are, policing Social attitudes considered normal by white people?
White people literally built the civilised world, invented every machine worth using and brought law, order and massively increased quality of life to the entire planet. But the āsocial attitudesā we consider ānormalā are to be challenged because of some incoherent pseudo-Marxist bullshit called Critical Race Theory? What exactly are āwhite social attitudesā to be replaced with? āNon-whiteā ones? Which diverse āsocial attitudesā will we use as a model? The violent religious misogyny of fundamentalist Islam, or the violent criminal misogyny of western black rappers? The lawless anti-white racism and rape-culture of south Africa? How about the cannibal-friendly gang-government of Haiti? Remind me again which colour of people whip women in public on their city streets.
FAMILY FUN
Yesterday was āfamily festivalā day at the annual feast of diversity called the Notting Hill Carnival in London. Itās safe to assume this āfamily festivalā was certainly not organised with āwhite social attitudesā in mind. Here was yesterdayās police report at 9 p.m.
Not bad for nine hours work. Only 90 arrests, 31 assaults (including 15 on police and 10 on emergency workers) 4 sexual offences and three stabbings. Who wouldnāt want to organise a āfamily day outā in that environment? Maybe the kind of monster who considers āwhite social attitudesā to be normal.
I do not find much to admire in the āsocial attitudes considered normalā among the black communities of Britain, if this is a sample. Quite apart from the rampant violence and criminality, I could fill pages with images of the revolting sexual exhibitionism on display at yesterdayās āfamily festivalā day at Notting Hill, but curious readers can no doubt find plenty of their own. By Tuesday morning police will release their āfinal totalā for the festival weekend. It wll be interesting to compare the number of stabbings and violent/sexual assaults at Notting Hill with what we were told was one entire week of ātotally unacceptable far-right riotingā.
Speaking of the familiar undercurrent of stabbiness at Notting Hill, traditional white āfamily festivalsā donāt include much stabbing, if memory serves. Not that traditional white anything is permitted anymore, as only ādiverseā gatherings are allowed if white people intend to assemble in public for any purpose. If that sounds like exaggeration, visit your local police station and request a permit to hold a āwhite-onlyā public event. Take a solicitor along, because youāll need one.
Of course, 'non-whites onlyā is a perfectly acceptable restriction for a town-hall meeting, religious ceremony, theatre play, ācommunityā centre, concert or ācultural eventā -or anything at all, really -so long as the organisers are not themselves white, and therefore privileged.
This is third-world Britain, where tribal hatred swaggers on the streets and cold, righteous anger is slowly building behind closed doors. Like some preening, jumped-up office-junior, the Prime Minister trots to his lectern and communicates his wishes with insults and threats. Cocksure in his Downing Street bubble, but aware his days in power are numbered, he intends to change everything he can as quickly as possible. Take a good look around at those places you used to know and love; this Britain is about to get very, very ugly.
Ian Andrew-Patrick
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