Category Archives: J’accuse

All very well

Do please read this, by Daniel Greenfield at Sultan Knish. It is a complete, correct and concise statement of the problem and applies even more in class-ridden England than it does in the USA:

Utopia’s middle class expects to live the way that our middle class does. And yet none of them actually produce anything… Their public service actually inhibits production. Whatever the rhetoric, they spend all their days killing the geese that lay the golden eggs. And then they are insulted when the goose doesn’t recognize their contribution to her golden egg-laying.

I knew a goose once who laid a golden egg, but her friends persuaded her to see someone about it and she’s perfectly all right now.

Seriously, though. What are we going to do with a few million people who passed their exams, went to college, got a job-for-the-girls out of the Guardian and now expect to be paid by the state as though they were senior industrial managers to do whatever imaginary nonsense they profess? Even when this involves inhibiting, defacilitating, demotivating and generally rendering unserviceable what is left of British industry, and turning British society, entirely for their own purposes, into the major contribution to the theatre of the absurd which we see around us every day?

What are we actually going to do? It’s all very well to point fingers.


Don’t Let This Happen To You

I don’t drink alcohol. Not for effect, anyway. A while ago I invented a low-calorie drink (20 drops of Angostura Bitters in 1 litre of soda water; chill & serve), which is very slightly alcoholic (1/40 unit in 333ml by calculation, and thence I gather about 1.4 calories, but the measurements are difficult without chemistry things), and once in a blue moon I take a sip of single malt, but I’m not exactly what you’d call a drinker. Indeed, before I invented the drink and met the single malt I was completely teetotal, and was able to get that cheap car insurance from Sweden (which is probably called something else by now, unlike the insurance firm, which is still with us).

I don’t smoke tobacco either. I did once, but I gave it up, without missing it for very long, having had the following conversation with a cardiologist (name slightly changed) who was ticking boxes on his clipboard as I dutifully tried to outrun one of those conveyor-belt type exercise machines while also avoiding entanglement in a set of ECG wiring:

“You don’t smoke.”

“That’s a pretty confident assertion, Dr. Patel.”

“No, I’m telling you, you don’t smoke.”

“Do go on.”

“Well, you see, you’ve been in my [sic] hospital for three days.”


“The withdrawal period for nicotine is forty-eight hours. Everything else is just psychological habit-breaking.”

[Pause. Conveyor belt thing cranked up]

“You don’t make very much of this in public, do you?”

“Bit of a trade secret, as a matter of fact.”


“You might think it was to do with the multi-billion pound industry around selling people worthless smoking-cures, but I couldn’t possibly comment.”

[Machine cranked up again. Collapse of stout party]


I still cannot stand health-nazis, though. The problem is now much worse because as the otherwise unemployable upper-middle class seeks to pay itself more than the prime minister for something, anything, so it creates endless tax-funded fake-charities or pseudoquangos to employ its nephews and nieces – just as the byzantine BBC created mock-current-affairs programmes in order to employ anyone surnamed Dimbleby, Day or Magnusson – and nearly all of these made-up organisations are to do with telling ordinary people how to run their lives, always with a substantial side order of snobbery, contempt and authoritarian bullying.

Some time ago it reached food. For years there was a campaign against salt, and then one day the junk science behind this was decisively debunked, and overnight the campaign morphed into one against sugar, with the same people ’employed’ at the same ‘competitively necessary’ rates.

On and on it goes. Today I read, in someone’s comments (can’t find it now) a remark to the effect of:

I can’t listen to the BBC any more. That tit Jamie Oliver was on just now. He says that despite the fact that people are eating far less sugar nowadays, much more needs to be done.

Which rather sums it up. The purpose of the operation being not to change the nation into Sparta but to maintain the continued and remunerated ’employment’ of Mr. Oliver. Perish the thought that people should change their ways. There must always be a Problem, in order that the comrades of proven worth can be paid to provide Solutions.

However, the law of unintended consequences applies, and the nation is changing into Sparta, as the recent results in the Olympics make clear. Even I am fitter than I once was.

Eventually those of us who survive the selection process will be as fit as Marines, without a vice to our name, and there’ll be nothing left for ‘Public Health England’ and its handsomely-paid chums to do.

And there’ll suddenly be a new Problem; perhaps with hairstyles, as there is in North Korea. ‘Public Health England’ will utter a series of sententious warnings about something or other that it’s just made up. Earnest patrician voices will assure us often that experts have said, and studies have shown. Many millions of pounds of our money will be spent on setting up ‘Action on Partings and Health’, complete with celebrity CEO, Grade I Listed HQ and fleet of Mercedes. A famously bald member of the Royal Shakespeare Company will appear in a heartrending but costly TV commercial written by three psychologists and an advertiser’s copywriter, with the general subtitle ‘Don’t Let This Happen To You’. This will be followed by a rather obviously scripted interview with a shifty-eyed ‘senior policeman’ in an armoured hat a size too large for him (North Korea again) about ‘Comb Crime’.

You can stop sniggering at the back there because you’re so acclimatised now that when this really happens you probably won’t even notice.

We have evolved two completely counterproductive and very large groups within what is left of our society, neither of which we can really afford.

On the one hand the managers; having along with the unions written off British industry, they took over the public services, with results from which we suffer to this day, and are now deliberately creating problems in order to be paid to ‘solve’ them, or, if they got it wrong, to drag people before the courts for merely mentioning them.

On the other, their clients, whom they identify, create or import in geometrically increasing numbers.

Before long these two groups will together outnumber all others. Neither makes, extracts, creates or contributes anything. Both are very aware of their own value and entitlement and the imperative nature of their needs and preferences. Each supposes that its own definition includes both moral advantage and legal privilege. Both hold the people who pay for their ‘lifestyles’ in utter contempt.

Dealing with these complicated sociological issues is easier for we geese, who have a naturally diplomatic manner.



Bye bye BBC

This morning I and the BBC parted company.

I did not switch on the radio (we have not had a TV here for over ten years) and will rely for news in future entirely upon the internet, or, failing that, short-wave listening.

The BBC’s lead news stories for the last week have all been made-up ‘tractor-stats’ about the NHS. All over the world shit is going down and all they have to say about it – in their usual hectoring, patrician tone – is that waiting times for patients in NHS Trusts in England and Wales, who have been diagnosed and are awaiting follow-up appointments for conditions other than cancer, have increased by 8%, and here is a representative of a trade union to announce that this means that the NHS is once again ‘In Crisis’.

The only radio news service which I have ever heard that came anywhere near the BBC for cognitive dissonance was Radio Tirana, from communist Albania, though it is fair to say that Radio Tirana’s frequency control was not quite as good as the BBC’s.

Even the determinedly Putinian Russia Today is better. It’s not that they cover things better than the BBC; it’s that they cover them at all. The BBC seems intent on maintaining a kind of hypnosis over the British people, in which they can perceive nothing except the constant flow of comforting pabulum being fed them by their betters.

I no longer wish even to visit the BBC’s Tellytubbyland, let alone live in it. The BBC has outlived its usefulness (it did this around 1945) and is now a cultural atrocity by means of which the wholly unrepresentative English ruling class expect to maintain a stranglehold upon the national psyche.

It should be abolished in its entirety at once, with worthwhile services like Radio 3 becoming available by subscription, and worthwhile TV shows like Doctor Who being hived off as specialist production companies.

It really is time that the Ministry of Truth took its place in the history books, along with all the other accoutrements and impedimenta of the Age of the Dictators.



Whipsong award

One of the intrinsic talents of the free American is polemical writing. In the USA it has for some time been such a thing that they even have a traditional term for it: ‘whipsong’. Today’s award goes to Cold Fury:

They live behind the walls they mock us for hoping Trump will build, protected by phalanxes of guards armed with the AR15s they want to deny us access to, zooming past us in 40-car motorcades of bulletproof limos while the rest of us sit in snarled traffic and wait for them to pass so we can get to work three hours late… They have openly sneered at the very idea of meeting the first responsibility of any national government, which is to secure its borders and defend its people. They’re utterly convinced they’re much smarter than we are. And maybe they’re right. After all, we’ve let them get away with it so far.

So far.