Our summer of discontent

Paedos, murders and riots - and August has only just begun!

I cannot be alone in thinking it strange that, after being arrested in November 2023, Huw ‘the Nonce’ Edwards continued to be paid his full BBC salary. To read off an autocue and feign gravitas, the sicko was on a handsome pay of £475,000 per annum. Not bad work if you can get it.

But guilty until proven innocent and all that, I suppose. And just another BBC paedo to add to the list. I know that organisation is committed to diversity hiring, but it’s beginning to look like they may have overdone it somewhat on the kiddy-fiddlers.

Getting a bit too inclusive, methinks.

It’s a peculiar old world. Paedo Edwards is likely only to get a suspended sentence for viewing ‘Category A’ material, which is defined as ‘Images involving penetrative sexual activity and/or images involving sexual activity with an animal or sadism.’ This is the same ‘punishment’ given to the loser who sent Edwards the photos. Some justice!

In a world with any justice both would face far harsher punishment, perhaps something with a hint of brutality. However, as a society we do not care about justice overly and nor are we bothered by the actual victims of crime, instead focussing perpetually on the perpetrators of such deeds and recasting them as the true victims: mental illness, past ‘trauma’  - whatever it may be.

As Mark Steyn noted, we are society willing to sacrifice its youngest on the altar of diversity. Decades worth of victims of rape gangs, bombings, vehicle-attacks and stabbings are testament to this. All we can muster in response is bleating out Oasis’ ‘Don’t Look Back In Anger’ like the supine morons we are.

Elsewhere, ‘justice’ would look like capital punishment for the murder of three young children. Instead of this, our systems protect the identity of a person who, in any other era, would have been promptly hanged from the nearest gibbet.

In the immediate aftermath of the crime in Southport the details of the arrested were protected. Again, one of modern society’s proprieties – in this instance the age of criminal responsibility – protected a monster in our midst. As a result, rumours swirled and people’s right to know who commit such a heinous act was leapt upon by officialdom as ‘unhelpful’, ‘unconstructive’ or ‘political point scoring’.

Look, over there, it’s the far-Right!

Eventually, amid rising pressure, the suspect’s details were made public, although they were already circulating online days before. Now we know for certain that the 17-year-old in question was ‘born in Wales’, although apparently they could only find a childhood photograph of the perpetrator.  

As an aside: is it time to put a cordon sanitaire around Wales? The chap who sent the kiddy porn to Edwards was from Merthyr Tydfil!

Yet, in fact, the murderer was of Rwandan origin. To think this relevant is strictly forbidden in the current regime. One commentator I saw online noted that because the chap had been born in Wales, he was as British as anyone whose ancestors had been here since the Angles, Jutes and Saxons landed, or whose Celtic ancestors had been inconvenienced by their arrival.

Naturally being born in a stable doesn’t make you a horse. I am of the opinion that citizenship should be through descent or hard slog. Western notions of identity and citizenship have long made me laugh in their simultaneous universality and insularity. The former because, hey – who cares! – anyone can become a Dane or a Spaniard! and the latter because in almost every other part of the world one’s descent and genetic attachment to a land largely determines one’s identity.

Ask any Korean or Japanese person whether big ol’ whitey here can become truly ‘Japanese’ or ‘Korean’ and they’ll laugh you out the room before you can say ‘bigot!’.

I’m not saying that this is necessarily right, either. Yet denying that component of our identity as a people – grounded in our history and as the descendants of those who built our nation – cuts us off from a vital aspect of what determines who we are. Not that we are allowed a group identity of any kind.

Anyway, stop noticing these things. ‘Stop noticing!’ – that’s the modern watchword.

Did you see the machete fight in Southend? If you did, I hope you didn’t notice anything.

Oh I do like to be beside the seaside!

Videos taken that day show groups of - how might we say? non-Anglo Saxons? – enjoying the sunshine before a bit of a stabby stabby slashy slashy brightened up the town.

Anyway, don’t notice too much or you’ll be accused of being in the EDL. That’s what happened to those whose anger turned to violence after the murder of innocents in Southport. Their fury in the killings themselves was compounded by officialdom’s withholding of information (and the media’s apparent willingness to go along with this), and subsequently ignited when someone of, shall we say euphemistically, ‘Asian appearance’ made their way to the victims’ vigil, knife in hand.

After suffering riots and unrest – the Roma setting fire to buses in Leeds, Bangladeshis in Whitechapel – the Establishment finally found a group they could condemn happily and unequivocally. Within an instant the stigma of being ‘EDL inspired’ was thrown around, with the forever dim Rayner promising to proscribe the already defunct organisation. Dealing with discontent natives, the state felt able to flex its muscles, instantly branding any opponent ‘far-right’.

Still as true as it ever was.

Compare it to other such recent events which have been already forgotten – part memory-holed, part overtaken by events. A Lieutenant Colonel was very nearly murdered by another recent arrival, no doubt the selection of his victim being totally random and indiscriminate.

‘Oh well,’ comes the shrug of officialdom’s shoulders, ‘just another small inconvenient by-product of diversity’.

And then Manchester Airport. A policeman stamps on a man’s head. Before his head touches the floor, the outrage train is going full steam ahead, with the usual victimhood status being claimed and accusations of ‘systematic’ racism levelled aplenty. Only a few brave souls put their heads above the parapet to defend the coppers, who, it turns out, had just been grievously assaulted by this same delinquent.

It all feels so awfully predictable. In the light of events in Southport further street violence has taken place. Undoubtedly the awful events in that town were the flashpoint, but the bubbling over of anger cannot be viewed in isolation from the rising tide anger across the country.

Ugly scenes - but a long time coming.

More and more people are becoming aware of the fact that they are getting screwed. The sense of injustice is rising. I don’ think it would take many more events like last weeks to tip us over into something bigger.

Part of me welcomes that. Our elites have become far too comfortable in gradually degrading our standard of living, importing unassimilable millions, and allowing our traditional culture to be traduced. A display of popular discontent may would serve a useful purpose in reminding the Establishment that, outside their gilded cage, anger is rising.

Yet, little will ultimately change until the entire ideologically compromised elite is turfed out of every department, organisation and ministry across the land. Although the left won a stonking majority in the last election, it is a mandate whose foundations are laid in sand.

I remain of the conviction that change will only come about once an economic crisis – precipitated by some external event – rears its ugly head. Heaven knows what kind of horrors we’ll have to go through when that comes. But until then it’s all still too comfortable.

Fattened limpets carry on their cossetted lives, funded by the largesse of the state. Insipient fires smoulder around the suburbs of Rome, but it is yet not fully alight. With a favourable wind it might be long until we’re engulfed in a conflagration.