Wednesday, 20 April 2016


The idea is not that some forbidden opinion or other has been spoken. It is the speaking that is taboo. It’s the alien voice of the amateur, of the ordinary person, of the public, that is an abomination to the ears of established authority.
Martin Gurri, The Revolt of the Public

I only came back to this craphouse to find out who did it.
Get Carter, based on Jack’s Return Home by Ted Lewis


Returning to England, I found it more or less as I had left it. It was a week of beautiful, English spring weather punctuated by squalls and showers. I saw my family, walked my mother’s eccentric dog, took my belongings out of storage, and met up with old friends. I saw the excellent Rolling Stones exhibition at London’s Saatchi gallery. I ate fish and chips and cooked breakfast in the pub. I saw the English once again. They didn’t exactly display the glowing health of the Costa Ricans, but they are my people nonetheless, and I felt a fondness for them.

I tried to stay away from politics and current affairs and I didn’t have to try too hard. The BBC, the UK’s state news provider, was concerning itself with the Prime Minister’s tax affairs, one of many red herrings with which they will be attempting, in the weeks before a referendum on EU membership, to fool the public into watching the magician’s wrong hand. There were also some convenient earthquakes for it to gorge on to further help the elites divert attention from the coming economic and social collapse, Faye’s ‘convergence of catastrophes’.

Of course, I still kept up, using my tablet to browse non-MSM websites when the opportunity arose. Perhaps the greatest modern boon for the news junkie whose preferred habitat is the British pub is the provision of Wi-Fi in most drinking establishments. In most cases, the service providers are either The Cloud or O. Naturally, some websites are banned and, in my opinion, rightly so. I don’t think it right that drinkers can peruse pornographic sites on property open to accompanied children. But, as I discovered, it is not just pornography which is verboten in our brave new world.

Sitting comfortably in the snug of a pub I have been drinking in for thirty years, I felt like the time traveller in H G Wells’s The Time Machine as my mind replayed all the various stages of interior d├ęcor it had been through. Much had changed, much had stayed the same. As I always say, no pub is boring. You can always find something of interest there. And so it was.

Browsing over my preferred news and opinion sites in a pub using O₂, - rather than The Cloud, which used by the chain of pubs I generally favour in Blighty, I discovered that one of the sites was blocked. An anodyne little message came up about protecting children. The site was Pamela Geller’s Atlas Shrugged.

If you are unaware of Geller, she is the firebrand counter-jihadist and critic of Islam and Islamisation. She is a Jew, and has a focus of interest accordingly. She was (in)famously banned by the dreadful Theresa May on the grounds that her presence would not be ‘conducive to the public good.’ Her ideological colleague, Robert Spencer, who runs the website Jihad Watch, was also refused entry. Jihad Watch was also banned by O₂, presumably for the sake of the children.

Curious, I ran through some other sites. The following are all also blocked by O₂;

Gates of Vienna


Liberty GB

Islamic Truth

Daniel Greenfield

The Right Stuff


What all these websites have as a common denominator is that they are critical of Islamisation, and the perceived Islamisation of the West.

I tried emailing Oon my return to Central America, but my query about an email address for their press or PR office got a return email message informing me that the customer query line I had tried no longer existed. It’s extremely unlikely that they would talk to me in any case; I’m little people.

One thing we can all be sure of; this will not be a decision taken either by the pub chain involved or by Othemselves. The idea that some middle-management oaf in an ill-fitting suit knows who Daniel Greenfield is, or catches up with Counter-Currents because he has an abiding interest in Heidegger or Julius Evola is unlikely. No, through one of its many channels and rivulets in the public sector, this silencing of the critics of Islam will have come from government, almost undoubtedly from the Muslim Council of Britain or one of the other guises of the Muslim Brotherhood which operate throughout the West.

I’m sure you are familiar with the parable of the boiling frog. Throw the creature into a pan of boiling water, and it will leap straight out. Place the same frog in a pan of cold water and gradually increase the heat beneath, and it will boil to death. So it is with free speech. And if you don’t think it will affect you, I believe you are wrong. You should therefore speak out, or write against, this type of casual censorship before the silence descends in its totality. Cheers.

Saturday, 2 April 2016


Some of our elites… professors, journalists, makers of motion pictures and television entertainment, et al… delight in nihilism and destruction as much as do the random killers in our cities.

Robert H Bork, Slouching Towards Gomorrah

This is the crisis I knew had to come,
Destroying the balance I’d kept.

Joy Division, Passover


As both my readers may be aware, ‘Traumaville’ originates from one of the final interviews given by Stanley Kubrick. The late film-maker was asked, at Cannes, about his final movie, Eyes Wide Shut. He told the interviewer that the film was based on Arthur Schnitzler’s 1926 novel Traumnovelle. Either the interviewer was cloth-eared or the recorded interview was unclear, because the title came out in print – in some raw copy I happened to be sub-editing for a British TV listings magazine - as ‘Traumaville’.

I pounced, as I am wont to do with curious words which fascinate me. The word seemed to sum up the modern Western state, both in the administrative, geographical sense and the sense of position and nature, of stasis. Traumaville is where we all live, kept in a constant state of anxiety by social engineers who wish us to believe both in the imminence of our demise, and that the only thing standing between us and oblivion is the benevolence and brilliance of government.

Climate change. Crime. Terrorism. Epidemics and pandemics. Unemployment. Economic collapse. Immigration. Islamism. The list of reasons to be fearful is a long one, and clever government web-spinners, little malevolent Penelopes, are constantly looking for ways to lengthen it.

What is happening in Europe at the moment, however, goes beyond even the founding charter, the very Constitution itself, of Traumaville. Governments know – they have to know – that the effects of uncontrolled Muslim immigration into the nation-states of the dar al harb is building up to an awful crescendo. If they are not aware of what is about to happen, we are in the realm of pure insanity, and it is not a realm where escape is possible.

Added to the migration phenomenon situation is the extreme likelihood of economic collapse. Now, I am no economic expert, but then neither are the economic experts. I do, however, know who I trust and believe, and it’s not people who talk about ‘the green shoots of recovery’, or the fact that the stock market has bounced back after a worrying dip. I’ve seen the Mob movies. Wiseguys who borrow on the street, gamble, then can’t pay the shark and get whacked out. That is what I believe will happen to the West, from various websites who have a good track record of getting it right.

Once the hedge-fund, short-sell, leverage merchants are either bored or rich enough to spend all their time at Juan Les Pins, the rest of us will have to fight for scraps under the groaning table laden with the feast. The local cinema in Traumaville, however, is not showing that movie. What does any Western politician think will happen to an already incensed and inflamed – and unskilled – migrant Muslim population when the money isn’t there to pay the benefit cheques? What if you went all the way to the Land of Milk and Honey to find there was no milk and no honey? If these people are letting off bombs and going on rape sprees now, what do you think they are going to want to do if the welfare cash dries up?

Simply because the people who decide how long the news cycles are have decided that the EU is not in desperate financial trouble does not mean that the fiscal cavalry have arrived. It has not. The economic depression sweeping the West has not gone away because Sky News and the BBC have found some other newsworthy trinket to play with.

Fiscally speaking, Europe is taking its last sip of its last drink in the Last Chance Saloon, and the barman is about to call time. Why, then, the morbid obsession with importing hundreds of thousands of unproductive young men whose ideology, such as it is, is entirely antipathetic to its host nations? There are several possible reasons.

Western governments are well aware that a financial crash is coming, and they are not prepared to bear the brunt of the social – or, rather, anti-social – backlash this will inevitably cause. They want scapegoats, and what better than an obstreperous hoard of medievalists sponging money, sexually assaulting the women folk, and demanding rights denied to the indigenous citizenry? In effect, the elites are importing the new Jews for an extended Kristallnacht if and when things go badly wrong at the bank.

Alternatively, Western governments genuinely wish for the Islamisation of Europe because they believe they can ride the tiger. Many EU politicians seem to suffer from the psychological condition known in psychological circles as the Dunning-Kruger effect. This is a cognitive condition in which the sufferer (although it is those around them who actually suffer) is under the illusion that he or she is far more intellectually able than they actually are, with a resultant sense of innate superiority with no grounding in reality.

Possibly, the benefit of importing Islam is that it will bring to the surface the political Right so despised by Western governments. Tommy Robinson told me once over the phone that the police had offered him several versions of a deal to work with them to smoke out the bogeymen of the far Right in exchange for the end of his blatant harassment. This is well documented in Enemy of the State.

The coming civil war between Muslim immigrants and their Leftist sympathisers, and everyone else, will allow the government to impose ever more Draconian measures to control the populace now that period drama, garden centres and football seems to be fading in its power to hold the attention of the masses in the absence of Christian religion. Boris Johnson, possibly the last Christian Mayor of London, bought an awful lot of water-cannons some time ago. I do not believe that they are intended for watering the roses in The Regent’s Park in the event of a drought.

Finally, there is the possibility that the elites really do despise the past of the nation-states that put them where they and facilitated the culture and largesse of white people. Freud puts his head round the door once more as Thanatos conquers Eros and civilisation becomes discontented with itself.

Whatever happens, the West will be no country for old men before long. It would be better, today, to be eighty years old than eight.

The sweetest sound I hear every day is the whispered ‘thank you’ from the children I never had for saving them from what is coming.