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Thank you, Your Majesty.

And a Merry Christmas to all!

Oh Dear...

Oxford sociologists Tak Wing Chan and John Goldthorpe in a report for the Economic and Social Research Council:

"We find little evidence for the existence of a cultural elite who would consume 'high' culture while shunning more 'popular' cultural forms. There are certain individuals who fit this description, but they are too few in number to figure in any survey-based analysis."

Parable: Uncle Rod...

A junior schoolteacher, in Wiltshire gave her class a year 2007 assignment... get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it. So, the next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their stories.

Katy said, "My father's a farmer and we have a lot of egg-laying hens. One time we were taking our eggs to market in a basket on the front seat of the pickup when we hit a bump in the road and all the eggs went flying and broke and made a mess"

"And what's the moral of the story?" asked the teacher.

"Don't put all your eggs in one basket!"

"Very good," said the teacher."

Lucy, now you.""Our family are farmers too, Miss. But we raise chickens for the butcher's shop. We had a dozen eggs at one time, but when they hatched we only got five chicks.
And the moral of this story is, don't count your chickens before they're hatched."

"That was a fine story, Lucy. Holly, do you have a story to share?"

"Yes, miss, my daddy told me this story about my Uncle Rod.
Uncle Rod is a Harrier pilot in Afghanistan and he got shot down. He had to bail out into Al Quaida territory, and all he had was a bottle of whisky, a machine gun and machete. ...Well, he drank the whisky on the way down, so it wouldn't break, and then he landed right in the middle of 100 Al Quaida rag-heads armed with AK47’s. He killed seventy of them with the machine gun until he ran out of bullets, then he killed twenty more with the machete till the blade broke and then he killed the last ten with his bare hands."

"Good heavens," said the horrified teacher. "What kind of moral did your daddy tell you from that horrible story?"

"Don't fuck with Uncle Rod when he's been drinking."

'The Camp of the Saints' by Jean Raspail

The New Year, 2008, will be the 25th anniversary of the publication of Jean Raspail's The Camp of the Saints (1973) - a work of tremendous verbal energy and enormous passion by an author who cares deeply about the survival of western, Christian civilisation.

Raspail calls the work a novel: I would prefer to call it a parable. As a novel, it is flawed: the characterisation is rather weak and the dialogue often limp. Yet, as a parable, it is prescient and powerful: it is a thought experiment -- How would the 'multi-cultural', morally relativist, Third-Worldist, left-liberal West react to a mass migration from the Third World?

Raspail hypothesizes (in 1973!)...it is the year 2000, the world population is seven billion...resentful and wretched, 800,000 residents of Calcutta swarm onto a fleet of 100+ ships and steer the convoy toward the coast of France. As the hate-driven throng - copulating and expiring in public, stinking (as they use their own dried excrement as cooking fuel) and headed by a speechless, and deformed dwarf - approaches France, the opinion-formers of liberal and 'multicultural' France prepare to greet the "visitors" with open arms. (Raspail's account of the PC, left-liberal broadcasts and editorials is superb -- In 1973, he sees clearly what is to come in subsequent decades.) Of the indigenous French, many are conned, but those in the south flee the approaching fleet. The army is sent in; but, in the best traditions of French street protest, most desert to hippie/leftist revolutionary local communes that want to welcome the dispossessed as liberators from "capitalism". Meanwhile, throughout the West, resident immigrants, despising their menial jobs, constitute a waiting fifth column. By the time the ships reach in the south of France, similar seajackings have occurred elsewhere, and a full-scale invasion of the West by the Third World has begun.....

Raspail's work has, inevitably, been denounced as "racist". Yet the narrator is probably less disgusted by "the sweating, starving mass, stewing in urine and noxious gases" than by his own countrymen, who are too paralysed with self-contempt to defend their borders: "Cowardice toward the weak is cowardice at its most subtle, and indeed, its most deadly." The West misses the crucial opportunity to turn back the convoy by a display of force, as the Egyptians do when it tries to use the Suez Canal.

Raspail gives a dramatically and justifiably bilious voice to an emotion that is increasingly taboo in the West, but that can grow only more virulent by attempted PC suppression: the fierce resentment felt by majority populations when their status is threatened by mass immigration.

Moreover, the developing world migration pressures that Raspail foresaw are now with us - as human trafficking proliferates, as bogus asylum-seekers nightly storm the Channel Tunnel at Calais, as tourist visas from the Third World are abused, as immigrants import brides and family members....

Convulsed by collective guilt about the Nazi slaughter of six million Jews, we Europeans have subsequently admitted 20 million Muslims, not to mention numerous others from non-Western cultures.

Read Raspail and ponder our fate...

Burglars 5 Liverpool Police Burglary Squad 0

Obviously the Intelligence Section of Liverpool CID haven't yet disovered the use of a probability matrix. Either that or proactive policing is a thing of the past. I know the Insurance will cover it, but life must be very dull for coppers these days if they are not allowed to spend a little time watching the WAGS when their spouses are playing away - so to speak. Catching a burglar on the job is so satifying.

John Darwin

John Darwin paddled his canoe to oblivion in the sea off Hartlepool, or so he imagined. But who hung the f****** monkey?

Furverts

This item in 'The Times' is remarkable. I suppose there is no limit to the polymorphously perverse products of the 'sexual revolution', and its dire consequences --for example, in abortion on demand. When 'anything goes' sexually, we are beyond surprise and just bored. But not amusement....

Apparently, some 'furverts' dress up as anthropomorphised 'animals' -- cartoon characters, etc - to enjoy sexual intercourse. See here for gay 'furry' porn! And here for general information: wikipedia and www.ukfur.org

Up Barking Creek - without a paddle

John Darwin'as alibi: the origin of the specious?