It has been a peaceful, but rather dull week of decent weather offshore. With twelve hours on watch and a reasonable satellite internet signal, I’ve been trawling the depths of Twitter and Wikipedia. I finished In the Shadow of the Sword by Tom Holland, as mostly peaceful ‘diversity-riots’ spread across England. I’m looking at real estate escapes in the US and reading ‘Tax-Free Wealth’ on audiobook read by the reassuringly squeaky-voiced accountant Tom Wheelright.
Leicester, the county town of the East Midlands, although occupied by the Brittonic Ligore tribe for 2000 years, was founded in AD 47. 1900 years before Britain created the nation of Pakistan separate from India. Since 1947, the indigenous English have become a minority in their own city, at only 45% of its 350K population. This week, riots broke out, and ethnic tensions raged as Muslim and Hindu sects attacked each others’ places of worship. The riots spread across England, stoked by social media, and attended but not stopped by our PC police. The nation-state of India has called for the UK government to put an end to ethnic violence on our streets.
Britain still gives £55 million annually in foreign aid to India, an increase in recent years despite pledges to stop it six years ago. India has a space program, and the UK does not.
Western media journalists tell us that this is the revenge of the Empire and that the poor displaced people of Leicester, who never voted for mass immigration, deserve what they get. Because diversity is somehow both our strength and – according to the left – a fitting punishment for the original sin of being a white working-class Englishman.
Something I can relate to. Even working off the coast of Scotland on a supposedly Scottish wind farm project, our ship is the only one out of 16 ships to have a Scottish accent on the radio. No Jones Act in the UK, you see.
On my small ship, there is no gym, so on calm evenings, I go for a walk.
One circuit around the back cargo deck is forty paces. For twenty minutes, I do fifty laps in a clockwise direction around the deck, making 2000 steps on my counter. I then reverse direction and walk 2000 more. I repeat this for one or two hours.
The deck is often wet and slippery, and the ship is moving up and down vertically between 0.5 to 1.5m in the air and rolling a little. With cargo securing points extending up to five inches from the deck, safety shoes are essential. Sometimes, if she’s stable, I’ll do a couple of pull-ups or sets of ten push-ups between laps. Although the ship is very salty and dirty after occasional squalls, so I often don’t bother. Audiobooks are no good for this exercise. Music that you’ve heard 1000 times before is required so that you are in enough of a trance to counteract the boredom and dizziness, but not so engaged that being lost in your thoughts results in you being lost over the side.
I only mention these techniques to you, so that you know how to deal with life in a Chinese (or Australian, or British) concentration camp this winter. Sorry, nuclear radiation quarantine camp. Or are we back to Covid yet?
I learned to cope with boredom like this on my first stand-by ship in Qatar. That trip deserves an entire book in itself, but I think I’ll wait until a few more of the antagonists of that story have expired before I give you the full version.
As the only Western European person that that ship had seen as crew, I was treated with extreme suspicion by the Filipino and Indian sailors. And with a Russian skipper and mate, the conversation between the officers was also somewhat lacking in subtlety or depth. There was no English-language television. In fact, the only TV channels were from the South Indian state of Kerala, so only two of the Indian crew could actually understand the dialogue of the low-budget, Slumdog detective shows, and melodramas shown at mealtimes on the messroom TV. They were surprisingly engaging shows, to be fair. A bit like watching an old silent movie, it was easy enough to absorb the moral dilemma being acted out, if you paid attention.
In Qatar, the state had a monopoly on the cell phone network and apparently monitored all calls. Seafarers were not allowed out of the port, and Sim cards were not sold on the base. So, I had to offer a photocopy of my passport and $50 cash to a crane driver to smuggle one in for me, about 4 weeks into the trip. The occasional trickle of 2G data, once per week in port, was all the internet I had access to. When I called my (then future) wife, I could hardly discuss any of the dodgy things we were up to on that death trap of a ship. After another week or two with occasional internet, I got a friend to email me the BBC world service schedule and radio frequencies, which I managed to tune into on an old World War 2 style, Chinese-made, MF/HF radio set.
Sometimes I’d get a good couple of hours of that. Cricket matches or a talk show really helped during a twelve-hour shift of drifting up and down the Qatar-Iran territorial boundary. But the 12 to 13-hour shifts through the night were killer. Your brain became as dense as the steel in the bulkheads.
That is where I perfected the art of the prison-walk.
A similar distance to our back deck, but indoors, I would pace around the bridge for hours. Twenty minutes clockwise, twenty minutes anti-clockwise.
I had no fit-bit style watch to count my steps or gauge distance, so I would keep a vision in my mind’s eye of a two-hour walk in the countryside that I used to do at home in South Lanarkshire. As I got out of ‘The Chair’, I’d visually simulate leaving the front door of my mother’s house. As I passed by the chart table and the bookcase, I’d be walking down the street I grew up on. At each lap round the wheelhouse, I’d pass another landmark from my childhood wanderings, and try intently to visualise it as clearly as possible. I’d pass by the bus stop, the water tower, the forest, the bird sanctuary, the glen, the river, and so on.
Whenever I felt that I had skipped a detail, I would often stop in my tracks and stand until I could visualise it. ‘Wasn’t there a gate there? Yes, a wide wooden gate, with a style’, before moving on.
Repeating this journey in my mind night after night, for over two months kept me more or less sane. The level of detail that I developed in my visualisation is hard to describe, but it was like going home. A simulation of familiar liberty.
I lost more than 12 kg of body weight on that trip mainly due to the diet. Oh yeah, and we ran out of food stores twice. But also, because all I could do for entertainment was my prison walk, sleep, or do push-ups in my cabin.
As Samuel Johnson famously said, ‘No man will be a sailor who has contrivance enough to get himself into a jail; for being in a ship is like being in jail, with the added chance of being drowned… A man in a jail has more room, better food, and commonly better company’.
He was damn right. Jail would be easy for me, after a life at sea.
That’s why if they ever come to forcibly vaccinate or quarantine my children, confuse and sterilise them, or conscript me into a war against Russia, I will not go quietly. I will escalate until they are forced to do their worst and exposed as the petty tyrants that they actually are, for all to see.
In the media coverage of recent events, we get a glimpse of the philosophy that prevails among our predatory classes. The Malthusian materialists, who need no accuser.
Yuval Noah Harari has dismissed Abrahamic religions as falsely manipulative promises of paradise, bartering chips offered by priestly classes in exchange for labour on earth. Stating famously; ‘You could never convince a monkey to give you a banana by promising limitless bananas after death in monkey heaven’, he makes his contempt for religion clear.
Admittedly, I do have a bit of a chimp-like squat to my posture when I’m trying to stroll around a moving ship’s deck. However, I think Mr Harari has unfairly glossed over some of the rather important details in a rush to support his bitter conclusions.
His contempt may have blinded him to the obviously scientific observation that if every human society on earth has evolved a concept of God, then it must at least serve some everlasting, tried and tested evolutionary function. It may just be that the idea of sacrifice to an eternal abstract good is precisely the reason we diverged from the apes.
Additionally, the Christian calling is no casual demand. It requires voluntary self-sacrifice and humiliation, to the point of death. An often brutal and painful death. All so that, in following a divine example, we can in turn lead by example. And in that calling, it is necessary to challenge the most powerful and violent authorities in the land, whenever they fall short of the judgement of the abstract divine moral truth that governs all reality. This lapse in standards, unfortunately, happens quite frequently, so this is not a game for children.
We have no monopoly on the idea of consent as being part of the highest virtue. The Hebrew word for ‘commandment’ is Mitzvah. It literally means ‘connect’ and represents an act of merit connected to God. It has a concept of ‘willing-consent’ built in. There is no concept of ‘force’ related to this word. You cannot force virtue, since two wrongs do not make a right. It says actions speak louder than words.
The painting of religious ‘commandments’ as manipulative force is a particular accusation that our post-Christian secular press and humanist technocrats seem to favour, perhaps because it suits their Marxist worldview. Or perhaps, it suits them to cynically insist that there is no organising principle or force in society that doesn’t use force because that is a convenient way to justify their own disregard for consent?
Consent as a high value is something shared by the Abrahamic ‘peoples of the book’ that Yuval Noah Harari, his WRO transhumanist silicone-valley cult, his buddies at the WEF and the WHO have evidently dispensed with.
Humanism is a post-Christian sub-culture. A philosophy that takes all Christian values for granted, but conveniently displaces any notion that discomfort must be endured in service of the good. With no heaven and no hell, there is no need for judgement or conflict. Philosophy quickly descends into relativism with robots. Modern-day paganism, with pantheistic virtues.
In relativism, nothing is sacred. There is no standard, therefore no right answer, no judgement, and no sin. Whatever ‘is’, is right.
The sub-culture of humanism that we call ‘wokeness’ is a case in point. Ostensibly claiming to champion Christian values, like ‘the last shall be first’, they expose their horrible asymmetrical ideology by their total lack of one concept. Forgiveness.
In a relativist world, there can be no such concept. They live only for the narcissistic ‘now’, and the progressive march of ‘new’. Without standards or sin, there can be no repentance. Nor forgiveness. Only denial and force.
The commentators of the BBC, the left, the woke and the secular humanists appear to have universally taken the side of ‘The Hindus’. A strange thing, when you consider that the very word and concept of ‘Hindu’ is supposedly (according to the left) a colonialist invention to oppress a culture of unlimited diversity, ways of knowing and being. Also, labour and the Islamic-leftist coalition are torn because they share the same ultimate goal of having a one-world government that regulates every aspect of human activity. As much as they love relativism and diverse culture, they really love their authoritarian power structures.
If you try to read about Hinduism on left-wing/PC platforms like Wikipedia, you will come away absolutely bewildered by an infuriating tangle of word-salad jargon, contradictory statements, and anti-British sentiments. But you will learn literally nothing about the beliefs or practices of Hindus. Go on, read it. Time how long it takes you before you find any reference to the things everyone knows about Hinduism. It took me an hour to find mention of the Caste System. And even then, they blamed that on the British Empire!
It’s absurd.
Back on my Indian crewed ship in Qatar, I did make one good friend. I kept in touch with him occasionally for years after. I’ll call him AJ, for convenience.
AJ spoke the best English of any of the crew on board. Although he was only ranked as an AB (Able Bodied Seaman), his intellect clearly surpassed his education.
He asked me, observantly, why I had packed so much gear for a short trip? (3-months is short for Indian crew). I told him that although I had joined the vessel from Scotland, I’d be signing off and travelling directly to New York to live with my girlfriend (later wife). I confided in him, in the wee hours of the morning on a night watch, that I was a bit nervous to meet my prospective in-laws.
Me- ‘They’re Jewish. I don’t know what Jewish people are like, or what they’ll think of me. I know they’re well-off. I’m not. The mother seemed very protective over Skype’.
AJ paused for a moment.
AJ – ‘What I never understood, when I found out about that Hitler guy – Did you hear about him? – was that he hated Jews because they were wealthy. I just thought, why not study them if they’re so wealthy? Why not make friends with them? Then you might get wealthy too’.
AJ was a good few years older than me, with a stocky working man’s build and a moustache of moderate thickness compared to a Keralan. He was always smiling. As we spoke about marriage, the cultural and philosophical gaps between our worldviews opened up like a gaping hole in the deck between us.
‘Love-marriage is hard sometimes, but it is good.’
Love marriage? As opposed to what? Hate marriage?
AJ explained to me that he was of a lower caste than his Brahmin wife. They fell in love as teenagers in their village. When they knew that they wanted to be together it meant breaking family commitments to marriage commitments made, on their behalf, as children. To marry out-of-caste would bring shame and a literal death sentence from the village elders.
They eloped. Running away to the big city brought them the liberty that comes with anonymity. But the freedom to love meant never seeing their families or hometown again.
They were happily married with a daughter. Unable to share that happiness with anyone they may have loved in their previous life.
He worked 9-month trips, for $800 USD per month. For many years, a large portion of his salary went to the ‘agent’ who arranged the job for him. A form of indentured servitude that most Indian seafarers still endure, despite it being illegal. Often kept at sea beyond the end of his contract, he expressed his mixed feelings at entering the newly forming Indian middle class. As normal Indians entered a more free market economy and gained luxuries like electric lighting and gas for cooking and heating, they also were discovering the disappointment and injustice that comes with inflation.
AJ also told me about the terrible corruption in India. How police had arrested him once and held him with no charge. This was a common practice, designed to extract bribes from family members, disguised as ‘bail’. He said some, who have no family or friends, may remain locked up – lost in the ‘system’.
I knew something of Indian politics and the debates around corruption, as I had visited Cochin (Kochi) in Kerala a couple of years earlier. While I was there, I hired a tour guide for the day. As we visited temples, spice markets and bought hand-woven rugs, the day wore on. We passed lots of strange soviet-style red banners, with the face of a female politician on them. When I invited our guide to join us on our tour of a Jainist temple, he informed me he would not go in. I assumed it was the grimy build-up after a day on a Tuk-tuk that was putting him off, so I offered him a bottle of water.
Our driver (I forget his name), said no, I am a Muslim. I will not go in there, but thank you.
After some delicate questioning, it turned out that the banners we had seen were due to an election that was being held that week. The state of Kerala was governed by the Communist party, and they were engaged in a re-election campaign.
My guide informed me that he was voting Communist. The reason he had converted to Islam, was to gain the right to vote. Previously, he and his entire family had been Dalits.
That man had been an ‘Untouchable’ for most of his life.
Islam and Communism had offered him a way out of the terrible fate of being literally classed as sub-human, from before his birth, and with no right of appeal or path to freedom.
Now, what can you say to a man like that?
Hinduism is a diverse, peaceful and enlightened faith? I think he might have disagreed.
Hinduism describes a collection of cultures and beliefs so diverse as to represent nothing short of Paganism. Every moral rule, and its opposite, can be found in Hinduism. There are atheist, monotheist, pantheist, and polytheist Hindus. You can burn your wife on the pyre when you die, or not. You can commit infanticide or not. Lie, cheat, steal, or not. There are so many sects under the banner of Hindu, that the term is almost useless, except to describe Indian paganism and a collection of wildly differing sects.
The subtleties of the discussion around Hinduism in recent western media coverage seriously disguise the seriousness of the ideological issues at stake now, on the streets of Britain. When gangs of young men are chanting ‘Rama’, they are channelling a Knight-like God of protection and war, in the face of Muslim men.
These are not the yoga pants, Hare Krishna, Californian ‘Hindus’, who say ‘namaste’ to you when you walk into a Sonoma Valley wine bar. These are young men, ready for a scrap.
When the media try to blame the current diversity riots on spillover from ‘a cricket match’, they are either being naïve beyond belief or deliberately shallow to avoid the issue.
In the aggregate, Hinduism is deeply troubling in the West because it amounts to a relativism where anything goes. And in grotesque ‘Rick and Morty’ fashion, if you mess it all up, you are reincarnated with infinite lives. So, nothing matters. It is an endless cycle of nihilistic karma where women deserve to be oppressed by men, and slaves must deserve their fate, by definition. It goes to the point where the state actually prohibits charity from helping them. Where caste superiority extends outwards to a racial hierarchy, with apartheid seen as natural and virtuous by bigots like Gandhi.
But this is deeply confusing to people in the West because we know some of the good guys. The ones who came to Britain and thrived and lived peacefully for years among us. Like my instructor at the Dynamic Positioning school at the Port of London. An intellectual man who ended up in London after he advanced to Principle Warfare Officer, only to discover his true morals and then seek discharge from the Indian Navy as a conscientious objector. That man is a hero among men. He didn’t like Modi, or the way Hindu nationalism is going. He was my kind of Hindu.
And I’ve had plenty of Indian colleagues in Glasgow, who play the game of civilised society perfectly well. And plenty who didn’t.
On an individual level, people in Britain have absolutely no problem with diversity.
My wife, and by technical extension my children are Jewish. I leave them alone with my Muslim father and stepmother regularly. And then with my Catholic family too. This is a real thing that happens, on a weekly basis, in my house.
It is only when mobs are allowed to form, and group identity becomes paramount, that trouble begins to brew. And that, as we saw after the media supported BLM riots, is what our predatory classes seek to encourage with their warped and shallow coverage of these events. That is why our police have been infected with political correctness. So they are too scared to hold minorities to the standards that we all should be subject to. So they allow this kind of rioting to carry on.
We are now in a paradox in Britain. We knew well enough that Hinduism and Islam were so incompatible, that in 1947 we created Pakistan as a separate nation to protect Muslims from the cult of Rama seeking their murderous annihilation. Yet, on our own shores, we had such confidence in our own traditions that we felt able to absorb these warring sects here, with no thought of segregation.
But what do we do now, that Britain has abandoned its historic morality in favour of relativism and unlimited diversity? What do we do, when our tolerant police force has decided to tolerate intolerance?
What do we do when the value of the pound reaches zero (sometime next week judging by the rate of inflation), and the welfare state fails these people?
What standard can unite these disparate peoples, when our nation has steadily abandoned any notion of cultural standards?
That is why the right, particularly the Alt-Right, fears Islam so much. They know deep down that they have no answer or response deep enough to counter the fortitude of the Muslim faith. Can people like Sargon at the Lotus Eaters, or Paul Joseph Watson really continue to criticise Islam and praise the virtues of British culture, but deny the ideological importance of the Christian faith that built the nation they lament the loss of? That common ancestry in Abraham is the one link that offers some hope for us all.
Can their secular humanist atheism sustain their love for the British state, when it is bankrupt, powerless and facing sectarian civil unrest? Will their moaning about years of mass migration do anything to inculcate lost British values, when they don’t believe in the source code that created those values?
We’ll find out soon enough, I fear.
AJ checked up on me a couple of years later, and asked: ‘How is the Jewish Mother in Law treating you’?
I told him, she was pretty nice, but so far, no Jew gold. I’m still waiting on my invitation to the annual Zionist convention where they set the agenda for world domination. And those bloody Rothschilds hadn’t even bothered to send me a ‘Welcome to the tribe’ card.
A man can dream.
Anyway, I loved meeting AJ. Seafarers really are a collection of rejects and misfits from every corner and culture of the earth. One thing unites us all. We’ll put up with anything, for money!
As with most of my adventures at sea, I came away from that trip with enhanced gratitude for my own life. I stopped praying when I went to university and have only started again recently. All I say now is ‘Thank you’ and ‘sorry’. I know I already have everything a man can ask for. A healthy wife and children, a home, and a fighting chance at a better life. Despite the doomsayers, it isn’t over yet.
Gratitude is something that Americans are really good at. Southerners and their country music bring an element of gratitude to the popular culture that is sorely lacking in Scotland or the UK.
One thing I am most grateful for is the excitement of the freedom to fail. Let that feeling of existential terror, focus our attention like never before in these combative times.
An attempt at an ethical life is to enter the battlefield of the conscience and test it against reality. The war on virtue is unending and fought without mercy or remorse. The struggle is both internal and external.
The false political categories of our time do not take seriously the real division in the human condition. The ‘mini-budget’, designed to avoid the scrutiny of the Office of Budget Responsibility might eek things out a little longer. Ultimately, all of our political parties are operating under the false paradigm that deficits, debt, and currency inflation can go on forever, without consequence. They cannot.
The terrible problem with our modern forms of government is their totalitarian nature. It is the structure of the thing not what party occupies the seat that causes our current problems.
If I don’t want to fund sex-selective or non-medical abortions, or the sterilisation of homosexual teenagers, it doesn’t matter. I still have to pay for the NHS. If I don’t want to fund the unnecessary prolonging of war in Ukraine, by sending arms, it doesn’t matter. I still have to pay tax towards it. If you don’t have kids, you still have to pay for mine to go to school. And if war comes, it will be total war against civilians, because suffrage condemns us all as willing and guilty parties.
There are those of us who want the liberty to pursue our conscience. To make the world a better place, even if we risk failure, through suffering, sacrifice and service. The eternal aggregators.
Others, seek freedom from the struggle. The absence of effort or discomfort is their goal. The narcissistic view of rights, that has no requirement for gratitude or sacrifice. The now people.
Idiot commentators on both the left and the right are now blaming idiot politicians for the ‘diversity riots’ in Britain. ‘We shouldn’t have all these immigrants. Islam can’t integrate. We should cut all their benefits. They don’t have enough benefits. All this is caused by poverty. Or colonialism. Or British racism, etc.
Our news coverage of these riots and their underlying issues is atrocious, corrupt, and unhelpful. None of these people takes any of the problems we face as a society seriously, because they are all post-modernist, neo-Marxist, secular humanists, and relativists. They think in the timespan of two-day news cycles, not the millennia-long cosmic struggle that Muslims, Hindus, and Christians think in.
Yuval and his ilk, smugly and conceitedly believe, that if we throw some welfare benefits at the immigrants, they’ll soon give up on their ancient religious ideas. As soon as they get an iPhone and a council flat, they’ll worship us, not some silly old-fashioned deity. We don’t have to worry about riots in Leicester, because it’s inevitable that these people will believe what we believe, given enough time. Like the 7/7 or Manchester bombings, our new mantra will be to ‘do nothing and carry on’.
How wrong, how complacent, can you be?
Humanism, woke-ism and transhumanism do not really worry me as philosophical contenders in the long term. They are confections. Trees without roots. They offer no reason to fight to the death, and no compulsion to create a new generation to pass your values on to. Like a tree without roots, these ideas will topple during the next storm. But they are making things worse in the short term.
There is a reason that religious ideas have passed the test of time, evolution or the judgement of God.
As the Gaia worshippers frequently remind us, thousands of species of animals have gone extinct in the past 200 years. Attenborough once said that over 90% of those extinct species were island-dwellers.
They had adapted so perfectly to their isolated habitats, that as soon as the first ship showed up with anything new on board, their delicate balance was overwhelmed. They went extinct due to infrequent or a total lack of exposure to threats or challenges from the outside world. They weakened to the point that when challenged, they could not adapt.
Hitler, appropriately, once called us Brits ‘The monkeys on the island’.
I do find it interesting that the British Isles incubated the Protestant revolution, and developed Christian philosophy to the point where it created the agricultural and industrial revolutions and spread the rule of law and the end of international slavery across the entire globe. Like the antithesis of Vietnam, its volunteer armies defeated the armies of conscripts effectively, everywhere they went.
It is equally interesting that Britain named and created modern Hinduism. It was missionaries who first created written forms of languages like Urdu, and the British partition formed the nation-states of India and Pakistan. It gave up those territories relatively peacefully, although imperfectly, and then in the end invited the people of the Commonwealth back to England.
England, once the hegemon, has now again become the incubator.
Will our ancient island species survive the cultural influx of newcomers? Or is Douglas Murray’s observation: ‘import the world, import the world’s problems’, already the death knell of our times?
I’m from the Isle of Lewis originally. I’ve noticed over many years of sailing with Filipinos and Croatians from small islands that, contrary to our animal counterparts, fate does not apply to humans.
Islanders know, at a DNA-deep level, that nobody is coming to help us. The ferry may not arrive. The power from the mainland may be cut off. A storm is always coming.
Islanders, like sailors, need to be determined and resourceful to survive. That is a spirit that sorely needs to be revived in British culture if we are to deal with the civil unrest that is surely increasing.
We absolutely need more serious commentators in our media. Some stony-faced, whisky-breathed, stoic optimism is required if we are to preserve any of our natural freedoms in the face of what is coming. If we don’t want totalitarianism to be the answer to the problems of mandatory diversity, then we need to take it upon ourselves to find equilibrium. As the welfare state collapses, and the elite try to cling to power by any means necessary, it will up to us to become artificers of our new society.
I do think that immigration should be natural, through ‘Love Marriage’, kinship, education, employment, or other such voluntary relationships. I do not think the mass importation of warrior-class single males, with no relational ties to the natives, and total dependence on a dying welfare state is very helpful to a society facing currency debasement and a debt crisis.
Particularly when our post-modern relativist overlords don’t understand the seriousness of the reality that some people are actually willing to kill and to die for their beliefs.
What would Liz truss, Boris Johnson or Gordon Brown be willing to literally fight to the death for? A 40p tax rate?
Serious atheists should consider that religion can be viewed as a military technology. Our old druid class was such a threat to the Romans precisely because their pagan stories of reincarnation bred warriors with no fear of death. Will Hindus learn the limitations of that belief in the same way as our druidic ancestors? I hope not.
Monotheism took care of the Romans and all the nations of antiquity by adhering to the powerful fact that there is only one truth. Only with one God, the type of God who works six days a week instead of singing, dancing, burning wives and eating babies, can you defeat Rome.
Judeo-Christian commandments to criticise authority are what define the west. As evidenced by our citizens who felt free enough to heckle King Charles as he mourned his mother. We demand ever-evolving criticism of our authorities in a way that Islam and Hinduism do not. Decentralised command is our strength.
The jury is still out on whether Submit and Recite will replace our post-Christian culture. As pundits ask ‘will Islam have a reformation’, don’t take them seriously. Muslims believe there will be no more prophets, and that Islam is final. Islam has eternal values, and it promises it will not change. That is a serious part of its appeal. It’s hard for modern Brits to fathom the comfort that brings to many Muslims.
I think Islam itself is less of a threat to British society than the relativism and nihilism that already pervade. Whether those ideas be religious or secular in form, they are the enemy, not any vaguely defined group of people.
I appreciate the fact that Muslims are family-oriented people. And I have no opposition to natural immigration. Many of my friends are far happier being married to Asian women, of various faiths. Many of them actually want to be wives and mothers. They don’t even hate their husbands for oppressing them by going to work every day! Weirdos.
I think that the non-radical, non-Wahabi Muslims in this country are for the most part compatible with Britishness – IF – if Britain can remember what that is.
In fact, I think even absent the mass immigration, Britain was at risk of dissolving completely due to the decline of its uniting State religion. The death of The Queen served only to underline the passing of the values that once bound us close together. How many mourners drowned their sorrows in a pub that used to be a church, I wonder?
We are still culturally recovering from the end of Christendom that was World War One. The death of a sound currency. The brain drain and depopulation of Scotland. The fact that conscription decimated the Christian value of consent. The nihilism and rot that set in from a century of command economics and warfare. The intergenerational betrayal of a debt-based welfare state, and public-private pilfering.
The rejection of the idea that Jesus Christ is God seems to be a major dividing line between Islam and Christianity. It is an idea being intensely re-examined by public intellectuals as of late, in a desperate attempt to salvage something of value from our history, before we descend into an autistic nightmare of literalism and scientism.
The incredulous humanists make the same argument as the relativists and the Muslims. Essentially ‘Jesus can’t be God because I am not God’.
Seems like a fair enough observation. How can you argue with that? It is unlikely that if human beings can’t generally perform miracles, then there wouldn’t ever have been one born who could do them?
Right?
‘Eyes roll – yes we know, Jesus was just a guy. People aren’t God’.
Except, think about what that means.
If God isn’t powerful enough to decide to have a son and become human or to set fire to a bush without it being consumed, then he isn’t free. Then, total freedom, is no longer part of your highest virtue. And without a God who can walk the earth as a human, how can we see the divine in our fellow man? Why should we treat the stranger, or the other, as we would wish to be treated?
The chance that God might be incarnate in any living being, is one reason why Christians treat women, children, homosexuals, the poor, and the elderly with respect. More so, traditionally, than any other belief system.
All Abrahamic faiths share the idea of a single truth, that is reality. A single, correct moral answer. And that morality is fixed for people, in all places, for all time. That our actions speak louder than words, and that we will be judged on how the aggregate morality of our life’s works resonate through the ages.
What basis do the secular transhumanists have for their morality? Bureaucratic decree? The shifting fads of mob consensus. The quicksand of opinion polls? Or just whatever pop stars and celebrities say?
To move forward in the new Britain, our media and politicians need to show proper respect to Islam. These people have moral standards. They have the fortitude to enforce those standards. And they are right about the West. We are decadent. We are not having children. We have no firm standards in our society, other than the narcissistic expediency of debt-based pain relief, and instant gratification.
That fact is painfully clear from the inaction of the police to constrain both Muslim and Hindu rioters these past days. And more evident still from the corrupt moralising and cover-ups by a media who not five minutes ago demanded lockdowns and mandatory medical procedures for all dissenters.
From 1815 to 1914, we enjoyed almost 100 years of total peace and prosperity on these islands. During WW1, we switched to fiat currency and debt, and we’ve had over 100 years of nearly continuous warfare ever since. As a reaction to the psychic scars of the compulsion and trauma of trench warfare and multi-generational conscription, it’s no wonder that the 60s and 70s saw a total rejection of any form of social standards or rules. Those generations had been pushed too far and were wound too tightly.
It is no coincidence that the relativists of the post-WW2 generation adopted Hindu practices of Yoga and started listening to Joseph Campbell. Their nihilism shows itself today in our love of science fiction that speaks of unlimited parallel universes, and fantasies about quantum mechanics and transhumanism. These ideas all come from a desperate desire to be free from the iron law that our actions have permanent and irreversible consequences. That we have responsibilities whether we like it or not. And that it actually matters what you do. But, in so doing, these rudderless hippies have forgotten that God needs a sword arm on earth.
For a humanist, the golden rule is ‘treat others as you would wish to be treated’. Its self-evident utility is unquestioned. These people have never met a psychopath.
A psychopath – an amoral person of violent cunning and strength – loves the golden rule. They love it because they don’t mind a fight to the death because they know they will likely win against your naïve, vegan, sedentary, man-bunned excuse for a self.
What good will your BLM, Facebook-sticker solidarity pledges, and self-righteous cancel culture be in the face of Hindu nationalists demanding their ‘cultural right’ to Sati, gender-based infanticide, or imposition of a caste system, here in Britain?
The golden rule doesn’t work, with a psycho in the room, who believes might is right and that nothing is sacred.
That is what the technocrats, relativists, communists, socialists, and radical fundamentalists have in common. A utilitarian view of morals, a narcissistic value system, and a lack of anything sacred to anchor them.
And therein lies the question of our age. Do we still have the stomach to face down the lions in the Colosseum? Are there more serious contenders than us entering the arena, just as we are losing the will to fight for anything? Or have we already lost the argument, in the face of unrepentant permanence and un-ending relativism?
And why should Muslims or Hindus respect us? We are a nation that values ‘sustainability’ but is 100% of GDP in debt. We claim that it’s ‘my body my choice’ when it comes to abortion, but not to Covid. We revel in shutting down our societies for ‘pride’ marches, then sterilise gay children in trans clinics. We claim a monopoly on liberal values, then lock people in their homes for two years at the suggestion of the CCP. And we speak of a rules-based international order, and peace when we fund never ending proxy wars across the globe.
Our values are a complete and total mess. And the cracks are showing.
Without the redemptive call to voluntary self-sacrifice, and the sacred divinity of consent, embodied by the story of Jesus Christ, where are we? What will bring people together? What will people do in the face of adversity, without any value system that expects sacrifice?
And what are we going to do with that flag of ours?
Will we have the vision and the fortitude to insist on a new covenant, in this strange new society of ours? What are we going to do about this?
I’d suggest beginning with some serious discussion about our own values. And taking the values of others more seriously. An Italian officer I once sailed with, told me to observe every officer that I sail with in my career, and take notes. Copy their good qualities and throw out their bad.
It is time for us to do that with our culture. While Christianity and its subsects of progressivism promise nothing but eternal change, Islam promises permanence. Which calling will prove more powerful in the challenging times ahead? Perhaps we should learn a thing or two from our Muslim brothers. Indeed, when the covid jabs came around, they were often the steadfast ones who simply said ‘No. We don’t do that.’
They seem to be the one group in our society that has the power to make the media, and the government, shut up. I think we need a little more appreciation for that.
It is worth noting that resurrection and revival have been something of a strength in this long history of ours. Now would be a good time to rediscover their merits. Just as we should also recognise and capitalise on the ideological merits of both Islam and (some) Hinduism. Let’s not let tolerance become a transient thing. Let’s not go back to Leicester in the 1250s – 1290s, when they expelled the Jews in our first pogrom.
It might be the fate, and the purpose of this generation to finally resolve and integrate the ideas of the world’s top three religions. Our little island may yet be the incubator that Mesopotamia, the Sub-Continent and the world of antiquity were not able to be. But to do that, we’d better get bloody serious about it, very soon. It’s time to stop listening to the people who think ‘we’re all the same’, that morality is simple and self-evident, and that ‘diversity is our strength’ no matter what.
The funny money is running out far too quickly to entertain any more of that nonsense.
I’ll finish with a lovely bit of correspondence I got from a new subscriber last week. Cathy from Australia wrote:
‘I recall our school motto was Lex Dei Vitae Lampas …thé law of god is the light of the world. And before that, the motto was Ohne haste Ohne raste… which was German for “without haste without rest “ a mantra preparing us for a long battle ahead & hopefully we will prevail & these global chancers will miss their big one-time opportunity after all!’
Amen to that.