Please let it be true

Via Vox Day, I consider this unconfirmed at the moment, but if it’s true I’ll be raising a glass of finest claret to the Queen.

Prince Harry and his renegade wife, Meghan, threw a tantrum and reportedly threatened to quit the Royal Family during a bitter confrontation with the Queen, insiders said. But if the pair were hoping the 93-year-old monarch would beg them to stay, they were flat-out wrong, has learned.

“Her Majesty called their bluff. She told them that she was delighted with their decision and couldn’t wait for them to leave,” a high-level palace courtier told Radar.

But that wasn’t the Queen’s only payback for the “divisive” couple, who committed the cardinal sin of dissing royal life in public.

The source claims she “stripped them of their royal titles, their newly renovated home, Frogmore Cottage — and about $15 million in financial support.

I admit that it just seems too good to be true. It’s a very pleasant dream though.


In case you forget whose side they’re on

Two items of interest.

The first is the Spectator, which has predictably cucked in the face of an SJW onslaught over Rod Liddle’s column this week.

The Spectator seem to have allowed Liddle’s column to leak across their paywall, here, presumably so everyone can see what all the fuss was about, presumably edited from its original form, based on Fraser Nelson’s comments.

With characteristic spinal flexibility, Nelson allows Liddle to give a full throated defence of himself, then adds his own comments, which start with ‘it was a joke’, but conclude, ‘this one was too easily misrepresented and should not have been published in the form that it was.’

I suppose we should be grateful that Liddle’s column was left up at all.

The second is from the Telegraph, where their defence and security corrrespondant is running a series of articles, as well as a drinks reception, to celebrate 100 years of GCHQ.

Somehow I doubt that this will involve reminding anyone of the Snowden revelations, which show that GCHQ – once responsible for winning the second World War – is now more usually emplyed to continuously spy on us all in partnership with the USA’s NSA. But it should.


Right, you can fuck off now, Harry…

In the spirit of not interrupting the enemy when they’re making a mistake, I kept quiet while Harry and the Halfblood wife flew to Africa to lecture the people who’d stayed at home about the badness of tourism.

I kept my inquiries to myself, as to whether private-jet-owner Elton John had fluffed Halfblood in the same way he had done her dead mother-law, with the same obsequious degeneracy.

I emitted a shameful personal chuckle when they sued the newspapers. It was perfect. The woe about the clicking of cameras. The prospect of how much woe there’ll be if the cameras fall silent.

So I’m now delighted that Buckingham Palace has announced that Prince Harry is flying to Japan to support England at the world cup finals of egg-chasing.

I’m sure the countless thousands of fans who can only dream of dropping more than £10,000 on a whimsical weekend trip to Japan will be delighted to hear that our ginger lord and saviour is able to attend on all our behalf.

I did wonder what became of Gerald Ratner, but now I know. He’s Harry’s PR.

Crack on, Gerry, son. Crack on.


Plenty more where they came from…

As thoroughly sick as I am about the whole appalling business of Brexit, such is the state of brinksmanship that it’s totally engrossing.

So I was irritated and suspicious when, in a change from scheduled programming, this started to dominate the news:


So what’s the Brexit angle going to be from each side?

That these people are the victims of exploitation of the EU’s open borders?

That without the cruelty and inhumanity of the UK’s closed border, such deadly efforts would be unnecessary, and will only increase after Brexit further limits cross-border movement?

That since this seems to be an operation relating to Irish Republicanism, we shouldn’t be too bothered about losing Northern Ireland on the back of our Brexit deal?

That we’ll be powerless to play our part in stopping this trade when we’re outside the EU?

That once we’re outside of the EU, we’ll no longer be an attractive destination for this trade?

I expect all these positions to be tried on for size by the usual media suspects, but my question is this:

What else are they hiding by the entire media going large on this story?

I expect we’ll find out sooner rather than later, but it was a heroic effort by the entire media establishment to change the conversation by shouting “SQUIRREL!” in unison.


Optimism is a bad solution

How I wish I had these levels of blind stupid optimism in my heart:

We’re winning: the good, decent, sensible, value-creating, hard-working, straight-talking, pub-bantering, piss-taking real people are on the verge of trouncing the politically correct, social-justice-worshipping, humourless, economy-draining, finger-wagging, parasitical nonentities who’ve been ruling the roost these last few years.

We’ve had enough of the Jolyon Maughams and the Gary Linekers and the John Bercows and the Mark Ovlands pratting around on top of our train carriages and preventing us from going where we want to go.

The Brexit train is about to leave the station. And it’ll take more than a bunch of posturing, prancing gimps to stop us.

These are the words of the man who brought us the “dogshit yoghurt fallacy“, now asking us to believe that cultural entropy can be reversed. That degeneration can be magically turned into renaissance in a way that has only ever been achieved before by bloody revolution or total war. That getting Brexit – actually or in name only – will unmix the dogshit from the yoghurt and, somehow, put all these people and their pet projects back in their box.

Perhaps he also imagines that by manhandling a couple of crusty dickheads at Canning Town we have somehow started to reduce the flow of money from our pockets to the green blob, the micromanagement of our daily lives will somehow be upended, all the slebs will suddenly stop lecturing us like a bunch of coked-up primary school ma’ams and Greta Thunberg will step on a landmine, with hilarious consequences.

At least Tim Newman is a bit more measured in his instinct that things are on the up:

Today’s incident [The Extinction Rebellion tube train kicking], coming off the back of the authorities’ decision to ban any more unauthorised Extinction Rebellion protests in London, might be a sign things are starting to turn. On top of that, it looks as though Boris might have reached a deal with the EU which can pass a parliamentary vote and see Britain leaving the EU at the end of the month as planned. While probably not perfect, it is better than May’s appalling Withdrawal Agreement and does actually represent Brexit in more than name only. That will leave an awful lot of Remain activists unemployed, and a fair few MPs staring down the barrel of a P45 cannon at the next election.

All in all, things are looking a little brighter after today, aren’t they?

It’s admirable and typically English to seek out the chink of light through the clouds. The Canning Town Twat-Kicking made me smile. But one swallow does not make a spring.

It might be a good way to have a happy Sunday but, in the long term, we don’t profit from kidding ourselves that it’ll all be okay, when an unemotional look at the situation would make it clear that we are now more than 50 years into the progressive project and its deeply entrenched beneficiaries are not about to change their tune on the back of a couple of isolated defeats.

The idea that if the global warming gravytrain is cancelled, its travellers will turn to productive activities that truly enrich humanity is absurd. Or that when Brexit is done, the defeated remainers will turn to upholding popular will and the greatest economic and societal good, reducing violent crime and social fragmentation by acting upon empirical evidence as it relates to uncomfortable questions of ethnicity, culture and religion, improving opportunities for all to live a fulfilling, rewarding and uncoerced life.

The Devil makes work for idle hands. Take away climate change and Brexit and it’ll be some other sort of futile ‘conservation’ or ‘improvement’ that they dedicate themselves to… whatever they choose, it’ll just be another pretext on which to demand we all ‘think of the children’, a different stick to beat us with and another lucrative bandwagon to board.

We can and do fight for ground inch by inch and yard by yard, and while we may have gained an inch at Canning Town, and a foot-pound of momentum from whatever Brexit turns out to be, it’s just the beginning of a long and gruelling fight-back.  One that most people don’t have the time, resources or tenacity for. Hell, most of the people who are old and wise enough to see it all for what it is will be dead before there’s the faintest hope of consigning the current hegemony to the landfill of stupid ideas and ruinous mass delusions.

And, as far as most people are concerned, there is still everything to gain from at least appearing to be onboard with the progressive theocracy, and everything to lose by disembarking. As long as there’s football/the royal family/X-Factor/Punch & Judy politics to confect a drama out of, most people won’t keep on making too much of a fuss.

I hestitate to draw parallels with Classical legends or Biblical struggles or the decline and fall of the Roman Empire and the onset of the Dark Ages, but you can if you like and I wouldn’t object. Each would illustrate some useful lessons that we should all pay heed to.

Those of us with the will and means to fight must not let fatigue lead us to complacency, even for a lazy Sunday.

Now, fingers crossed for ManU to trounce Liverpool, eh?


A compromise is a defeat you’re forced to smile about

This Brexit deal. It’s as good as done isn’t it? And done we have been.

MPs have their careers to think about, after all. Tories who don’t want to go into an election as ‘Brexit blockers’ will back it. Labour MPs who are in Brexit constituencies will seize the opportunity, whatever their ‘leader’ says. They’ll sell it to Brexiters as a good deal for leavers, and to Remainers as a good deal for them. It’ll be neither.

The public have reached a point of such fatigue with the whole merry dance that, punch drunk, enough of them will sign up to just about anything that ends all this turmoil.

I have to admit that Boris’s team have wrung more in the way of concessions out of the EU than I expected. But it’s not enough.

They have been rowing back from such a compromised starting position – courtesy of May’s ‘deal’ – that it would be almost impossible to get from there to anything I might consider a satisfactory conclusion.

Some people of my acquantance are very much minded to accept that this deal is as good as it’s going to get, and that there is no chance we will be exiting on a WTO basis, so it’s this or it’s remain in the EU.

Well, I think I’d prefer to remain than accept this deal that inevitably means the EU will have us by the goolies in ways that are doubtless yet to be uncovered, and will lead either to our ultimate acquiescence, or to years of arguing in the ECJ under rules made up by our opponent while we’re locked out of the room.

To me, nothing fundamental has changed. The UK would still be left in a position where it has no influence over EU policy, but would be bound to give them powers and jurisdiction whereby they will prevent the UK becoming a meaningful export competitor to EU countries and, by the way, the EU would still own the fish stocks in UK territorial waters, which I suspect is just the tip of the iceberg in terms of what we’ll be giving up.

Something that every outlet has been notably silent on so-far is the question of free movement. Is it in or out? the only media noise about the ending of free movement relates to the no-deal scenario, which we ain’t going to get.

Fast forward 6 months: the deal will be done, we’ll be into a transition period, and slowly the gremlins will begin to emerge from the nuance and interpretations of the text of the agreement. As negotiations move forward with the EU on trade, it will become increasingly clear that the UK and the EU are reading each and every paragraph in very different ways from one another and in all likelihood, the UK will get nary a timely hearing from the adjudicating courts. The remainers’ next phase of action will be well underway, and their practice at binding the hands of the PM will be put to good use making sure the free trade agreement carries all sorts of remainer baggage

Meanwhile, Boris will have gotten his election and will sweep to victory – of sorts – restoring the slender but workable majority that Cameron won in 2015. The Brexit party will, mostly by accident, end up with maybe 2 MPs, who will turn out to be patently unsuited to the task. The UK having been ejected from the EU parliament, the Brexit party’s powerbase (and income) will disintegrate. The incipient disagreement we see today about whether to support Boris’s deal will have degenerated into civil war on several fronts. The election will have caused pretty much everyone in the party to disagree with everyone else in the party about matters of economics, welfare, the NHS, defence, the environment, education, aid, foreign policy etc.

People complaining about the terms we’re under with the EU will be reduced to a rump, portrayed by media as Meldrewish malcontents who haven’t moved on from the eurosceptic days of the nineties, and the establishment will be at liberty to get back their traditional all-party fart-sniffing competition, during which time they can workshop ideas about how next to screw with the lives of us plebs, a good many of whom will again have no meaningful representation in parliament or public life.

Notice, by the way, that Delingpole is telling us not to blame his chum Boris for this being a dog’s breakfast, and that his chum Jacob Rees Mogg is selling this deal hard. Which very much aligns with what I’ve said previously about this pair.

The Spectator – which has been softening and moving to the woke left for a while now – has gone all in on Boris’s deal, as has the Telegraph. These being the only ever serious pro-Brexit organs, and both being former stomping grounds for Boris, wherein he no-doubt retains chummy connections, leaves those of us who still want what we voted for without any medium of support at all.

So I reject Boris’s deal, and all that flows from it, because it’s just a differently-dressed dogshit sandwich.

Death or glory!


P.S. All that said, if the long-term outcome of this is that the UK breaks up, shedding Northern Ireland and Scotland, then I’ll consider that a decent enough consolation prize.

I wrote some things about the Brexit Party recently, and why it would be impossible for the Tories to get into bed with them.

That was then, when I had done nothing to scratch the surface of the BP movement. Now I have had a look under the covers at the constituency level, I’m afraid I’m even more pessimistic.

Last week I attended a meeting to introduce the Brexit Party PPC for my area. Had I gone as an undercover remainer looking for succour, the occasion could not have passed more happily.

There is a woefully inadequate candidate, who has clearly had the benefit of no prior scrutiny or suitability vetting, no strategic guidance, no training and no support or facilitation from the centre, barring a few bundles of Brexit freesheets to hand out to volunteers who could put them through letterboxes.

And distributing those newssheets is all our candidate cared about. She had no thoughts even about which letterboxes they went through… no street-by-street or even ward-by-ward targeting. She couldn’t even spare 5 minutes to tell us who she is, what we were there for and what the party’s strategy is nationally and locally. I was left unpersuaded that she had a satisfactory answer for any of those questions, to be honest.

It’s clear from talking the old Kippers at the meeting who have been around the block with this, that the party harbours no ambition to win this seat in the affluent South-East, in spite of literally half the constituency having voted for Brexit. I guess Farage and Tice must have something like 50-100 target seats in the midlands and the north: just enough to hold the balance of power were a portion of those, by some miracle, elected. And I suppose they have to put candidates in every seat to mop up all the votes nationally, so they can point at the numbers and say, just as UKIP did in 2015, ‘no fair, we got 4 million votes and just one lousy seat in parliament.’

And then the remainers, Labour, Tory and LibDems can all point and laugh at the silly Brexiters.

I’m afraid to confirm it appears that the minute the election is called, the Brexit Party is going to be found out in the way I descrived previously and, after the ensuing media bloodbath, they’re going to do well to poll better than UKIP, less still get any candidates into parliament. It’s one thing not to want professional politicians, but if the alternative is politicians who can’t even convene and chair a meeting at the village hall, I’m not sure I’m buying what’s for sale.

Still, I suppose it solves the conundrum of letting Labour in through the middle by splitting the Tory vote.

It makes me sad though. A great many people are, once again, not going to get what they were solemnly promised, and after all hope and faith is lost, we’ll end up with millions more people, whether they realise it or not, in Galt’s Gulch.