Afterall, the success arcs of the biggest rock bands ever - The Sex Pistols, The Doors, Nirvana, The Stones, Bob Dylan, Oasis etc, they all were controversial and outspoken were they not?

Success is assured for Bob then? Saddle up, Pascal, you are about to become massive.

I’m not so sure. Not so certain that Vylans team are clapping each other on the back with this cunning PR stroke of genius. The problem is they were suppose to larp as an edgy band by saying outrageous things to Philippa and Geoff from HR, not be considered actual terrorist sympathisers or to have crossed the free speech laws quite so obviously by inciting violence, and essentially creating Nuremberg vibes at a hippy festival calling for Death to the IDF.

The other problem Vylan have is they are not, at least from what I can tell, any great talent. They are not The Sex Pistols they are an unoriginal hybrid of The White Stripes and Rage Against the Machine. Their song about Not Getting Your Country Back, is basically ‘Fuck You I won’t do what You Tell Me’

They are then an act who are already diluted pastiche plagiarists, they are approved broadly by the Liberal bourgeoisie who pose no real threat, who will generally promote their ill informed idiocy and think the sun shines out of their assholes because they black.

However. Vylan made an unfortunate mistake.

Rather than stay within the guard rails, the safe zone of outspokenness, their truly ugly performance was jarring. How is it that at a festival where stoned girls like Poppy and Jacinda are supposed to sing along to Tom Jones or Don’t Look Back in Anger, that there is any place for crowds to chant ‘Death, Death to the IDF’

It stood out for its surreal almost satirical quality, a meme in the making, hippies wearing flowery hats and seig heiling enthusiastically.

Something is wrong with this country.

Except, I think Philippa and Geoff didn’t really sign up for this. They like the idea of blaming oil companies, hating the Tories and maybe enjoy a bit of Corbyn talking about Trump and walls, but actual incitement to violence and calls for death really killed their festival buzz.

I’m not sure the crowd is quite ready for Vylans more unvarnished call to action. They have to be back in the office Monday, back to HR bullshit and their boss is Jewish.

The BBC, is probably regretting making Vylan its pet project, they too liked the idea of antagonising Reform voters but this is rather awkward, the midwits of Britains HR departments are a way off wanting to do any sort of actual activism, they like the idea of supporting the current mainstream approved weird thing, but supporting Vylan would mean being prepared to answer some pretty dark questions. Not sure Philippa and Geoff want that, they want to talk about their Glastonbury weekend without quite that level of uncomfortable conversation. Vylan made the mistake of frightening them, momentarily, back to a place of sobriety.

Vylan are, I think, finished.

Not musically innovative enough to care about living without, too dark for Philippa and Geoff and frankly that is kind of their demographic, it is hard to imagine Drill kids taking up the slack, who will see Pascal Robinson Foster for who he really is, a rich, privileged black guy deep out of Suffolk talking about bourgeois concerns.

The Vylan team, won’t be celebrating, they are about to be dissolved and rejected by the Liberal middle class machine that made them.

You do not have to be highly educated to sense something is up in Britain. Intuition is a wonderful tool that we are all born with, it means to instinctively understand without conscious reasoning. The skill to using intuition more effectively, is to listen out for it and explore what it is trying to tell you. Your sense of loss and mourning is real, the fact that you cannot see a future is because currently, there is not one. What makes this so much worse, is your fears are not acknowledged, you cannot articulate it sensibly, or what you are intuiting seems inconceivable and abstract.

I have a feeling and an unsettling sense that Britain is a once majestic warship, parked in a dry dock being unceremoniously disassembled, there is life and great value still left in her, but an urgency in reducing her to scrap, before anyone realises it could be restored. The increasing amount of pot holes in our roads seem to foretell what is coming. I am far from alone in thinking, that history may come to regard our transition from a first world country, indeed wealthy, powerful empire, to a second world country - as the event of the 21st century; a significant and symbolic warning as the first sign of major decline in the old Western world.

Britain has been taken by charlatans who have resented and envied it from a far and also within, sidling their way into the system and then proactively handed large swathes of its democracy to financial institutions, the judiciary, civil service and environmentalists, which is to say, that it is not Parliament that determines who can legally stay in our country, but unelected bureaucrats, bureaucrats who seem to hold beliefs that no borders and infinite immigration is what a peaceful, prosperous country needs, or that the only economic model is one that takes more tax from us and breaks the back of its aspirational classes. We have quite deluded, low quality thinkers deciding that our future has to be one of spiritual austerity and that any objection or sane rebuttal is not to be taken seriously, but discarded as extremist right wing propaganda.

This is an affront to how our democracy was won and refined over the centuries, one that was fought for and shaped by disaster, wars and necessity, we earned it and we learned what works fundamentally for freedom, patriotism, community glue and innovation.

It is not clear to me, that there is a way to recover this power and return it to those that we elect and that who we elect truly understand what is at stake, or have the stomach, imagination and sense of adventure not to regard the unconventional, or maybe even abrasiveness of this ember of change as simply, racism or hatred. What is stirring is rebirth and the spark of an idea of restoration, but we have a difficult time ahead that will meet massive institutional resistance.

Much rides on Reform winning the next election and if they fail, we will be subjected to a further four years of socialist deconstruction, which I believe would consolidate and expedite the removal of our first world status. And if they, Reform, do win, they better come out swinging with the aplomb of the Trump administration, no wasting of time apologising to the losers or courting the mainstream media.

Britain is divided and confused having been gas-lit for the last 30 or 40 years by sneering hate filled cynicism, to be regenerated, we have to recognise it is worth protecting and celebrating the ethnicity of Britishness and that criticism of it, constant unsubstantiated bitching, is the act of sociopaths who live among us, post modernists who seethe at the idea that we might have every right to feel proud of who we are and what we have achieved. Being proud, creates resistance to the type of boring lifeless future they wish us to quietly accept.

In all this distraction, our Prime Minister works tirelessly at further demoralising us, he places our children in danger, he destroys their future. He takes every opportunity to telegraph a barely disguised contempt and frustration for what we are. The aim of his tenure, is to crush a very certain type of spirit, it is that of resistance to the state and the states ideas. The eventual aim is to create a broken and bland type of English person, indeed to make the term Englishness, devoid of meaning. Once/if his government succeeds, with help from the contemptuous ideologues of Europe, a mediocrity can rule, there will be no more excellence, no quick witted back chat or cutting humour, but a rational and sensible appreciation for equity and engineered state approved communication, fabricated and efficient forms of duty and pleasure, targets that can be quantified on the mother of all excel spreadsheets. The vision of the globalist is one where individuality and all of its chaotic, passion and awkward autonomy is replaced with a calm, respectful neutered acceptance of left wing pseudoscience and valueless, self indulgent isms, spewed from an ever unproductive education system, typically from the minds of passive aggressive egomaniacs and narcissists. The aim is for the weak and administrative intellects to be able to marvel at its ability to control those who they know, are natural leaders and cow them to sit at their feet in some sort of awe. They fear those who can inspire and unsettle their autistic safe spaces with challenging realities and the truth of nature, so what a delightful prize they would make at the end of a chain.

The problem with this socialist wet dream, is that long before Britain becomes the globalist Utopia they envisage, it will be lost to other more aggressive entities who smell blood and opportunity in the water, we will become an Islamist State before anything resembling what Starmer and his cabinet of feckless freaks might want. Or, we will become 1980s Soviet Russia, queuing for bread and candles, with energy so expensive that it is rationed. We will live among the ruins of an empire, reminded of what we might once have been, if only someone could tell us. It is not allowed to lament a better time, we must do our duty to be happy with what our state has done to us. To remind the young why we had such striking architecture, before the great multicultural experiment, is punishable with a prison sentence. Or, we simply slip deeper into a depression, life quality will have flat-lined for many years, the police have become corrupt with its overreach and near saturation of undocumented people, who prefer to operate on bribes. The key positions of power are in the hands of foreigners and conglomerates - it has the feeling of South Africa in the rain.

There is no customer service, no high trust society. The pubs are gone, in their place fast food joints, Pizza, Fried Chicken and Cheeseburgers, a train of Deliveroo mopeds steered by non-English speaking operators fills the air with their waspy whining. Metal security frames are fitted to the doors of country farms and homes, domestic security technology booms.

The Socialists will complain that their catastrophic failings were due to extraneous circumstances, Russian propaganda, the cold shoulder of the US government or simply the poor levels of education in the country, it was supposed to create model globalist citizens, but young white boys got bored and became alcoholics or left for Dubai. We are in truth, just another failing Socialist experiment, that took a sledgehammer to the most successful civilisation ever, believing arrogantly it could make something better and dumb enough to try. As they deployed the wisdom of various social studies theories, what they got was an amoral, hopeless and directionless society, as they had been warned would happen. Of course, we won’t even be given the token prize of an admission that they got it wrong, to them it wasn’t actually proper Socialism and that is why it failed, not because the ideas at its core were that of over educated ideologues drunk on too much cider and black. They will exile themselves and take shelter in some other empathetic European enclave as their handiwork rusts, and they won’t be drawn to comment nor tried for what is indistinguishable from a bungled genocide

UK politics is in trouble.

For several incarnations now and with shorter and shorter windows of respite, we are chewing through our MPs and PMs searching for a leader with intuition and imagination, charisma and strength, yet our repeated shuffles through the rota deck, reveal a startling reality. There are only mediocre options, career politicians who are passionless and polite, they are politically correct, click conscious media slaves, or passive aggressive authoritarians. They have nothing to say and nothing to offer us. This at a time when we so desperately desire strong leadership.

A concerning pattern is that of us firing our leaders with decreasing patience, we are a premier league football club who are on a losing streak, giving new managers fewer and fewer games to figure out a way to get our winning form back, but we have passed beyond the realm of talent and are now realising, no one is coming to save us.

The moment our fortunes were supposed to change was with the induction of Boris Johnson and while not unanimously popular, he was extremely popular with those that detected his potential. A bungling buffoon, but charming and intelligent, he communicated with an ebullient manner that offered real hope and a much needed sense of fun about our future. He was also unapologetic on the subject of Islam and criticised, quite brutally, many of its incompatible practices with English culture. Johnson had also, managed the unimaginable - the red wall of hardcore northerners who had voted Labour since the Edwardian era, gave him their vote. He completely and unforgivably made them regret doing so and was forced to resign.

How different it could have been had Covid never happened and Johnson had lead the project to supercharge the north as he promised. One laments that this might be the missed opportunity, the squandered chance for Britain, post Brexit, post covid, post Sunak, post Southport, these now boarded up city centres or once proud industrial towns are host today to open air drug abuse, street crime and groups of illegal migrants who either cluster ominously or stalk and harass women for sex.

There is no talk of addressing the concerns of those women or the continuing abuse of underage white girls from Pakistani grooming gangs, only threats from the PM, to fall in line, stop noticing or risk being thrown in prison, meanwhile Kier sends his deputy, to effectively bring in blasphemy laws, protecting the Muslim community from probing criticism.

An irate caller on Talk Radio points out something he considers obvious, that it is the Christians, the English, the whites that need protecting from Muslims. Ian Collins dutifully tries to reign him in and remind the listeners that most Muslims are peaceful, decent members of society, but I feel for the caller, clumsy he might be with his words, but his fundamental complaint is that even the peaceful Muslims are complicit in their silence, they seem uninterested in modernising their religion, nor integrating or moderating the concerning behaviour of their children, community leaders, Imams or local gangsters. Like the rest of us, they are probably all too aware of what happens to them if they try. Only our moronic political class think this is a problem of too much free speech and Islamophobia.

Every act of government for the last 15 years, be they Conservative or Labour, is to further concern and confuse the population. The behaviour is that either of MPs who are making bank asset stripping a dying country or, who are working for some other nefarious ideology. The maths are basic - our infrastructure, education facilities, transport, health systems etc, were created for a post war population of around 50 million. Today’s population stands around 70 million and the taps are still thrown wide open, we are not even beginning to appreciate the problem, and politicians will not engage with the public other than scornfully and since Kier took power, legislatively.

The kicking out of the Tories was decisive and angry. There was a sentiment that this was a party that was not merely consigned to live in exile, but to be executed. It had betrayed the country so appallingly, that they should never be granted the privilege again. Labour took power with an impressive house majority yet, they are not a party anyone passionately cared for. No-one believed that Labour would address mass immigration, or fix knife crime or reduce taxes or build affordable housing. We knew they would be worse, we knew that Kier was a globalist, wanted us to rejoin the EU, had poisoned traditional English law making it impossible to deport anyone. We knew that Kier harbored a great resentment to the white working class, and that he exuded a sociopathic demeanor, and still, we chose them over the Conservatives.

We may have voted in Kier and Labour, but like a truly dreadful, intellectually insulting soap opera we can’t turn away from - we are hate watching them. We are seeing the predictable patterns of lies and gas-lighting, we are living through the terrorist attacks and the pathetic attempts to disguise them as something else. We see daily the hypocrite, stand at his podium and fail every act of loyalty and with relish.

The reason there was never a honeymoon period for this government, is because it is a loveless, forced marriage we will endure, until Labour too are eliminated from the political pond.

Every once in a while you see something you would rather have not. I was caught unexpectedly by a photo of a young boy, standing a little awkwardly in a bowling alley while his no doubt doting mother, insisted that he have his picture taken. Probably it was just another family day out, maybe a birthday, maybe he loved bowling and she wanted to document the all too fleeting experience of her child’s innocence. He was dressed in a blue sweatshirt, well presented, seemingly of a solid family. He has a nervousness about him, a shyness perhaps. He exudes sensitivity.

Leo Ross was murdered walking home from school via a country footpath in the middle of the day. He was stabbed in the stomach, and found too late to save his life. Why?

The fact that his school friends, teachers and those who knew him, default to his caring and kind nature first, tells us a lot about him. I can see a kid, who wouldn’t harm anyone. His murder is unlikely to have been provoked or out of misadventure.

Leo reminds me of my own 12 year old son. I feel a profound tug of grief at the image of Leo. I involuntarily channel the intensity of the families loss and the nightmarish thoughts of his violent ending.

I am tormented by these visions, which are surely but a small percentage of those experienced by his mother and father. We parents, will automatically and collectively ask ourselves if our children are in danger and if this might be an evil deliberately designed to rip communities to pieces and tear the hope out of us. We will anxiously watch sons and daughters head for school and over the coming days and weeks, find relief when they come home unharmed.

I am growing in anger and despair, that Leo won’t be the last innocent kid whose photo we have to look upon post some disturbing act of incomprehensible cruelty. We are not able yet to digest the murder of three little girls in a Taylor Swift dance class, but the photos keep coming. What distresses me, is that Leos murder is unlikely to get the high profile scrutiny it probably requires and those of us who have their suspicions raised, may be forced - under threat of imprisonment - to standby and see his lost life become inconsequential. Our government will prefer if we pay this no additional attention, but in a healthy society, this kids story would be told. If it is a story of nothing more than that of a degenerate knife psycho who wanted to stab someone, we should be told. But if it is a story of premeditated murder, of a boy profiled for something more sinister, we have to be told also.

We are instead told, not to speculate. Apparently, because such rumour milling will impact a court case.

We know that The Guardian exercised no such discipline when the story broke around Darren Osbourne, the middle aged white man who drove his van into worshippers heading to a mosque in 2018. The mood music was quite different then and there was an extraordinary amount of information shared with the public. One could conclude that the progressive left were desperate to amplify the narrative that white middle aged men are the real threat to society, and the government of the day were happy to let that percolate.

When we are told, not to speculate, it is the exact message we associate with an obvious act of terrorism, or else a terrible crime performed by another illegal migrant known to the authorities. I find myself, much like all of us who are starved of reliable information, turning to an internal detective, we will speculate in private.

Unless, Leo held some profoundly unexpected secret, such as he was a formidable gang member, or a bully that drove his assailant to knife him to death, we are left concluding that this was either someone who fantasised about killing and would have committed murder upon whoever had been passing that day, or wonder if this might be the dawn of a new and disturbing trend of violence. Who is this 14 year old killer and how has he come to gut a 12 year old kid who isn’t likely to have been any concern to him? Is Leos murder the product of an increasing nonchalance to the value of human life, or soon to manifest as a pattern? Has this person killed for the sadistic fun of it, or is he acting out a sentiment expressed among his elders?

We must not speculate on the ethnicity of Leos killer. But I wonder now if this is code broadcast from a police force taken hostage by a politically correct Stasi, a way to let us know, who they have in custody. The news reporters, equally as ineffective of providing us with meaningful details, might be sending coded messages from the doorstep interviews they do, all of which happen to be ethnically diverse. It seems that bar one person working in a cafe, Leo lived in a predominantly south Asian suburb of Birmingham. A population survey evidences that the Asian community is nearly double that of white and some residents believe the area, once considered affluent and safe, is in a notable decline. We can confidently determine what Leos killer looked like, even if it is only based on statistical probability.

Everyday now, as I see my kids off to school, part of me is grieving for the parents of Leo Ross or the young girls at the Taylor Swift dance party. I know that their families were just as my own, naively assuming that such evil is a story in a newspaper, reported from some urban town never previously heard of. The growing feeling, is that it is just a matter of time before some awful act impacts us directly or nearby while our authorities remain a long way off admitting we have a problem, let alone dealing with it.

Leo Ross, must not be easily forgotten. His story must not be buried so as to protect some misaligned globalist mantra. Despite the protection around his ‘14 year old’ killer, it is in the public interest to know something of who he is and what his motivation was. Not because we are far right extremists, but because we need to see some spark of recognition in those we pay to protect us, that they understand the concerns, even if they are misplaced. Instead, they consistently do nothing but leave us almost sadistically, without resolution.

The final despair in all of this, would be if Leo has died for nothing. As horrendous as it is to lose a family member so senselessly, it would be of a magnitude several times worse, if we see the lead line being deliberately buried and an innocent 12 year olds life managed out of the public consciousness and off into oblivion.

We need to know why Leo Ross is dead.

And so rather than actually do anything useful, Kier Starmer will call all crimes involving murder or death. Terrorism.

This is of course unbelievably stupid, but one imagines in the pedestrian mind it is genius.

Kier will then not have to admit that he bungled his handling of the Southport stabbings. He can claim with what he might regard as plausible deniability, that Rudakubana had not fulfilled the criteria of terrorist and right now, the Crown Prosecution Service is struggling how to define his crime. Technically, without Rudakubana having an explicit ideological commitment to a terrorist organisation, he is simply a Welsh mass murderer who also happened to read various banned literature around terrorism, and was in the process of developing ricin before he stabbed those little girls to death.

Kier, will be able to suggest that there was enough confusion around this definition to lead to his perplexing and frustrating pronouncements, that rather than illustrate the concern that a first generation migrant had gone an inexplicable, horrific killing spree, he would have to be sensitive to an investigation that was yet to confirm what was already present in the minds of the country. This was why he had not announced more than he did, and did not respond to the publics immediate concern that this was yet another assault on Britain by a hostile migrant.

As he so consistently does, he will now punish the intelligence of the British people further with an incredibly moronic move. As a way to ensure Rudakubana and others like him can be charged as terrorists, terrorist - needs redefining. Henceforth, all acts of mass murder will be classed as such and will include school shootings by Incels or murderous rampages by farmers gone insane, from such examples of Lucy Letby, the nurse who was convicted of killing seven babies and the manslaughter of pedestrians mowed down by a drunk driver, perhaps later a terrorist is a garbage truck driver who suffering a heart attack couldn’t stop his vehicle rolling into a busy Christmas market.

The ‘genius’ of such a proposal, is he can now name every migrant who slits the throat of British people a terrorist, simultaneously shifting the meaning of terrorist away from those who profile as majority illegal immigrants, or are Islamists. Terrorists will become majority white British people and will be evidenced in crime stats. When we question if there is more terrorism today in the UK because of mass immigration. Our government can confidently say, most terrorism comes from drunk driving.

There is a sociopathic nature to one who might revel in the seemingly generous act of giving the people what they have asked for, but in such away that it punishes them for being so insolent as to hold the PM to account and to make him visibly squirm while he fails every test of his loyalty.

I think I would like to see him try to genuinely propose such a transparently sadistic suggestion. Either he will be helicoptered out of office straight to an asylum for dangerous numbnuts, or my faith in this country will be destroyed never to recover.

Starmer, is currently having to endure a relentless exposure of his absolute contempt for the English patriot, and a deeply disturbing fetish for protecting those who want to kill us. He drones on with the empty prescribed rhetoric of strength in diversity, wilfully ignoring growing evidence to the contrary, while simultaneously handing out the harshest punishment to his critics. For him to admit publicly to be wrong, or to accept that an evil, ungracious scumbag, who has benefited from the countries generosity and good faith, was evidence of a failed mass immigration project, would force him to admit he is complicit, along with his cohorts in Davos, of turning Europe into a failed state.

The last time I heard of such a ludicrous idea it was in Armando Ianuccis surreal comedy show. A group of insufferable TV execs are trying to get around the extortionate fees they will need to pay to broadcast a high profile boxing match. They discover that they can broadcast the shadows of the boxing match for a fraction of the price. This thrills them and inspires a riotous round of chanting ‘we’re so good at telly.’

I imagine similarly insufferable scenes among the cabinet. ‘Hey, maybe we CAN call out the terrorists, but…get this…we call all people terrorists so it won’t matter!’

‘We’re so good at politics!’

As we lament the official end to our empire, with our last authentic royal having been buried and our invisible hand off to America at Trumps inauguration, and as the English board that special boat to some other realm. I thank our colonialists for the magnificent work they did and for seizing the opportunities that they did, risking and giving their lives, fighting for a distant future and engineering the modern world. I thank Britain’s colonialists who during 400 years of empire, established this nation as a great force, as an island of innovation, law, human rights and democracy, protecting us from invasion, and freeing us to glimpse a life of what could be, not merely to accept we are at its mercy.

I say this in a time where we are confused about the world we live in, how we are incapable of the contextual differences between now and centuries ago and when it is forbidden to see colonialism as anything but pure evil. However, when we take a step back from our luxury beliefs and manufactured virtue, we might see how ungrateful this is, and how hollow it is to complain from our sofas, surrounded by convenience and security, evidence of a population that still benefits from a strategy first set in motion all that time ago.

We cannot comprehend what knee trembling fear is, or the hell of slavery. That is a good thing, that is the direct result of past generations of your family, providing you with a future they would have so desperately wanted for themselves. They did not want you to be hungry, as they often were, they did not want you to be cold, they did not want you to bury your children. They wanted you to experience luxury and to not have to worry yourself into an early grave.

Unfortunately, to achieve this, they had to first, violently impose themselves on their enemies and on those who were not expecting us. This is the unpalatable truth. If you are ever to value the immense advantage that our military and industriousness secured for you, you have to first accept the violent nature of our species and consider how differently it could have worked out. I think, we believe that modernity is something that happens eventually, I think that is exceptionally naive. All evidence we have tells us that as resources become scarce, violence increases. Those most immune to the worst of it have understood the importance of being able to assert, effective highly organised violence, in the interests of our most immediate communities. Only later, when we are once more living in abundance, do we get to pontificate on the morality of such behaviour.

Surviving, for all time until the 16th century was unchanged since we developed agricultural communities and before that we were nomadic, borderline neanderthals and cave dwellers. Death was everywhere, cold painful death and hunger, brutalization and rape. Violence and torture was something you hoped you might do to others before it was done to you. The best lives, below that of aristocracy and landownership was to be under the care of a fair and generous overlord, you might enjoy a steady food supply and some degree of charity. But you were most likely to be living hand to mouth, fighting as best as you could against filth and infection, sleeping with animals and their pungent smells and excrement, every act of self-sustenance, tiresome and for many a routine of intense drudgery. It was an incomprehensible time of insecurity, tempered perhaps by faith or maybe, the familiarity was something that protected you from high expectation. The most we could wish for our ancestors is that they were not like us; sensitive, self-conscious and neurotic. For if they were, it was a living hell.

During the reign of Elizabeth I, Britain and Europe was immersed in an age of great exploration. We had become world leaders in seafaring and navigation and found ourselves with a great deal of confidence on the oceans, a realm we quickly dominated. Trading and importing exciting new products from the entire globe must have been intoxicating. At some point, we recognised that we were custodians of a growing strength, that the British character, technology and its discipline, would allow us access to anything we wanted, we just needed to assert ourselves.

Perhaps the eventual spark was that of memory, ourselves having been invaded, colonised, enslaved, pillaged and cowed every half century or so since we were pagans living as naive hobbits in our green, luscious shires. We knew what it was like to have the foot of an enemy on our necks and we knew it was better to be a slave master than a slave. There must have been a collective awareness that our capabilities had matured in ways our competitors had not, but also that this wasn’t necessarily an advantage that would last indefinitely.

Accompanying this emergent sense of strategy was also perhaps, urgency. On our coasts, the Barbary pirates were raiding the fishing villages and coastal towns making off with its inhabitants to be sold into the Ottoman Empires slave markets. A footnote is that this ended about the same time as the Transatlantic slave trade, yet rarely is it acknowledged by those who insist on endless apologies and reparations.

I would think, hearing terrifying stories of Cornish abductions in the dead of night or in the process of trying to earn a living from the sea would have been a constant reminder of past invasions. I would think, we might be tired of being in fear of our next round of kidnappings. It was probably time to evolve from the oppressed to the oppressor and through centuries of evolution, the merging of blood and DNA, we assumed the characteristics of great engineers from Italy, the bombastic brutes of Saxony, warrior spiritualism from Scandinavia and the strategists of Normandy. We recognised that we had come of age and we began to seize control of our future, to become masters of our own destiny and no longer able to be bullied and plundered.

There is a saying, a proverb, attributed to Greek culture ‘A society grows great, when old men plant trees under whose shade they will never sit.’ It is without doubt, that many trees were planted over the last 400 years. We can reduce it down to greed, money, power and pure arrogance if you wish to be cynical, but I don’t think so. I think this was a nation that wanted to be independently secure, able to defend its interests, its subjects and improve the future for its children.

Consider the alternative. Should we instead have developed a more sophisticated set of values that might appeal to the modern westerner of the 21st century? Ironically, if we had, I doubt that such a sensitive person would get to exist. Only when one is comfortable, do we have the luxury of being virtuous philanthropists. More likely, Britain and Europe would have waltzed about each other in mediocrity, skirmishes of no significance except to reset progress and decimate finances, neither able to build up the head of steam required to catapult humans into industrial modernity.

The Empire provided a unique opportunity for Britain to indulge itself. The stability that came from having control over its environment, allowed for a new class of peasant and merchant, early entrepreneurs, who would then share their wealth with the nation with the building of great institutions; schools, universities, hospitals, military, law, policing and then transport, infrastructure, concert halls, churches and investment in science, music, art and technology. The compounding effect is exponentially beneficial, better protected from boom and bust war years, famine and disease. Human beings, were getting a foothold on the environment for the first time in 12,000 years. Large distances could be covered with new forms of transport, labour could be reduced using automated machinery, releasing otherwise preoccupied individuals from physical exhaustion and freer to take interest in specialist subjects.

The journey to modernity has been harsh and cruel, acts performed we should reflect on, but we cannot change the past and I would say, we cannot know the past intimately enough to apply our own modern standards, we cannot and must not compare. What we should ask ourselves is if we would have the conviction to uphold these modern standards today while facing the challenges of 400 years ago, or even 150 years ago. We should also wonder if our neighbours of 2025 and trading partners, let alone our enemies would similarly be so chivalrous if we had to deal with an existential threat and life sustaining resources were in short supply. We may live with the confidence that we have the resolve and strength to remain true to our progressive beliefs, yet we find this is not borne out in the reality of disaster. When people are starving and in fear of their lives, they will more likely devolve into unhinged brutes than not. It is hard for me to accept that if those progressives, so keen to tear down statues and throw them in the drink or cancel the careers of people they disagree with, learned of a formidable army making its way to our shores, that they would not give the shirt off their backs to throw as many violent men as we could muster to defend them; and care less about the inhumanity created along the way.

When it comes to the visceral reality of life, we want to be on the side most likely to come out on top, and it is foolish not to want this, to choose a losing side only makes sense to one who is lying to themselves or who has not honestly played this through to its conclusion.

Our enemies, and they are everywhere. Taste blood in the water. They look upon us and what we have at our disposal with deep envy. Presently, they are physically incapable of taking what they want from us, but they can see that, unbelievably - they may not have to. Instead, they watch flabbergasted as we implode and beat ourselves unconscious with self-hatred, and yet to our enemies, we have nothing to apologise for and so much to be proud of; they do not understand how we have allowed our people to have become so ungrateful. But they see opportunity, so they play along and pretend to care the same as we do, all the while letting us pay them charity, invest in their infrastructure, take their criminals, handover our assets and strategically important islands. Napoleon Bonaparte famously said ‘Never interrupt your opponent while they are making a mistake.’ Sun Tzu said ‘The Supreme Art of War, is to subdue the enemy without fighting’. How many generals ears must this advice be ringing in?

All empires eventually must fall. The British Empire, has finally and we know this because for the first time, in hundreds of years we have a government that has nothing good to say about its history and certainly not its people. Gone is its swagger and in its place an office teeming with middle management pushing a global fantasy, giving away what has taken thousands of years to shape, handed over with embarrassment and an apology.

It was, an incredible ride of which I experienced only the very tail end of. Thank you Britain, for the incredible impact you had on the world and the idiosyncratic personality you exported, but now, I must depart for America, abandoning this sinking behemoth before I lose the fondness I have for what is left.

When Queen Elizabeth died in September 2022, an influence vacuum opened up. The Western world was taken by surprise at the anxiety of her passing; we were aware suddenly of her soft power and a glue that quietly held together a traditional view of a more confident, prosperous and united globe.

In the dawn of the following day, the UK became just another European country and perhaps especially for the British, its empire was finally buried. The weeks and months that ensued introduced us to a harsh new reality; a Labour government that seemingly has zero patriotism, and prepared to rule with an authoritarianism not seen here since the middle ages. Not only had we lost our aristocratic talisman, we had lost our identity and are currently choosing to speak with a pious voice that scorns dynamism, passion and optimism in an increasingly derelict isolation.

Trump’s inauguration speech has resonated worldwide. Those who reacted poorly or with horror, have been living in a delusion and misplaced virtue. It has not been good for the globe to penalise straight white men, to suppress the truth about illegal immigration and to gaslight the mainstream with the absurdity of multiple genders or the pursuit of Western destruction for net zero. The elitists and their mid witted ambitions, have condemned ordinary working people to a meaningless existence, and politically represented them as little more than a non-compliant column on an excel spreadsheet, they are accountants and bureaucrats without the gift of charisma to inspire.

The angry and jealous left, those who cannot create prosperity any other way, preyed on the insecurity of the globalists and poured their toxic accusations into their empty heads. Having no vision of their own, they were grateful. While there is no future in pursuing equity, nor in killing productivity with wind-farms and a danger of actual human extinction, it was, at least a vehicle they could use for authoritarian condescension, and a certain, deeply sociopathic narcissist has thrived in that.

Trump’s absolute unapologetic speech, was sincere and delivered with a robust simplicity. Things would be done, decisions made bound to upset the narcissists; a declaration of intent to the tin pot dictators of Europe. The absence of the UK’s Kier Starmer at the inauguration, is punishment for being so utterly uninspiring.

His impact is extraordinary. Tech moguls and media networks are re-configuring so as to have relevance in a Trump era. Liberal politicians are changing their tunes. Free speech feels reinvigorated, at least for Americans, but soon across the Anglo-sphere.

One suspects that many otherwise dour MPs might have listened to that speech and finally seen what it is that the people they serve hunger for. Only the timid and resentful refuse to accept that the true manifest destiny of human beings, in particular the Western world, is to innovate and prosper our way into a future that will ensure our species survival. That it is the curiosity and ambition of entrepreneurs that will solve any climate challenges. It is the focused dreaming of humans unshackled from guilt and those who are unapologetic for history who will find new worlds and the technology to get us there.

When the Queen died, Britain handed over its last strand of empire to its rightful heir.

The USA is officially the empire of the 21st century, and it is the unlikely figure of Trump, who has become the new vision for hope and unity to its ordinary and extraordinary people. The near miss of his would be assassin’s bullet, Gods intervention; a rushed ceremony to ordain Trump as the world’s new spiritual leader.

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Hello, and welcome to an example of falling into, as in I am just falling into this.

As we likely all did, I grew up believing that life would improve from generation to generation and since the end of the second world war, we have seen a modern era evolve that has promised to make us richer, freer and better educated, what we would call socially mobile, the ability to aim beyond the traditional constraints of our financial starting point and to achieve something meaningful.

I have learned that generational betterment, is not in fact guaranteed at all, that what is quite likely based on historical patterns, is rapid societal collapse that may one day cause us to lament the golden years that we are living through now. It may turn out to be that the 20th and first half of the 21st century are an anomaly, and while I don’t think we would be condemned to absolute medievalist living, we may be taking for granted an abundance of energy, leisure and convenience that in reflection only lasted 150 years; when we were creative, hungry and naive enough, simply to go with our intuition, use our strength and even our lack of humanity to ensure prosperity.

My first article might give you a flavor of what is to come, difficult realities. In which I aim to explore the idea of being grateful for Britain’s colonialism, if only from the perspective of the people of Britain. It can be interpreted as white supremacy and some no doubt will see it this way…just one of the reasons I worry we may be in a decline we cannot salvage, that ultimately, in context, colonialism, slavery and dominating our enemies has been a good thing, but of course not for the slaves and our enemies. However, where the modern fashion is to be endlessly apologetic, I find myself wondering for what exactly and I think this is interesting, it is the kind of thing I am drawn to, to not simply assume that there is an unsavory narrative that we must all subscribe to condemn. What we really must do, if we are curious enough, is to find out what we feel about a thing and learn that just because we conclude something different to the mainstream narrative, it does not automatically mean you are wrong or morally bankrupt.

Our only hope, to sustain a progressive world, is to make as many of us, capable of quality thought as much as possible. This does not mean me telling you what to think, but only to try and be certain that what you think, comes from you and not from an outside force, those who would gladly relieve you of that task and instead have you think as they do.

I’ll finish with a recent phrase I liked.

‘If you enter a debate with the intention of winning, you will lose, but if you enter a debate with the intention of getting to the truth, you will always win.’

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