Wednesday, 28 December 2016


Saw you coming

She is a star in a profession that is predominantly image over substance, where newsreaders call themselves ‘anchors’ (as if to connote substance and weight) and who typically make more money than ER physicians who are truly anchors in their community because they serve humanity and save lives.

Anthony Napoleon, A Look Inside the Playbook: How Marxists Plan to Destroy America

Are you talking to me?

Taxi Driver

One of the most delightful and important aspects of Trump’s victory is the way he has treated the press. The mainstream media, legacy press, Lügenpresse or whatever else you care to call them, are not taking The Donald’s coming presidency at all well, and it is obvious why that is; the courtiers are having to wait in line with the plebs. Holding their perfumed kerchiefs over their noses, they must jostle in the queue with the great unwashed, the little people, the hoi polloi, the rest of us. Me. And the reason is that we’re getting our news about Trump straight from Trump himself.

How different it was under Obama, who loved playing to the press gallery as they lobbed him softball bunt questions about tractor production in the Urals. For a narcissist like Obama, the press corps, not the Marine Corps, were his kind of people (see his recent interview with black perma-victim court jester Ta-Nehisi Coates). His pose and demeanour during press gigs – for gigs, performance, is what they surely were – was that of grandiloquent nobility, a black Sun King, dispensing his pearls of wisdom not before swine, but before the provisional wing of his racially divisive brand of Socialism. Then came Trump.

Instead of preening for the lickspittle haberdashers of the MSM, Trump put his message out via Twitter, Facebook, Instagram. The combined follower tally was 39 million, although there would undoubtedly have been duplication. Twitter alone, however, netted Trump 18 million followers. The news agencies guffawed, various journalists dismissed this as more evidence of buffoonery, overpaid and under-talented hacks from Fleet Street to Manhattan rolled their eyes. And it worked. It’s working still.

The first reason is authenticity. During the election, Clinton’s Tweets had all the fake airbrushed sheen of having passed through half a dozen advisers and wonks, looking for clarity of message and optics instead of speaking in a normal voice. This addiction to PR is a big part of what lost her the election.

Trump’s Tweets, on the other hand, felt real, right down to the typos, an aspect of his communication that an increasingly desperate-seeming and pathetic Liberal-Left chatterati pounced on as though it were Chappaquiddick. The greatest was undoubtedly ‘unpresidented’, a solecism Trump birthed when discussing the capture of an American drone by the Chinese. Was it a mistake, or a joke? Or was it a clear-cut case of Freudian parapraxis, the familiar – and, here, protentional - ‘slip of the tongue’ (or pen; Freud gave them equivalence, coming as he did from a time when people still used pens, and wrote as much as they talked)? Whichever, it gave the press much cause for bitter and sarcastic ad hominem mirth. They don’t have much to laugh about when it comes to Trump, and this is all to the good. Have a look at this hit piece by some little spaz called Adam Gabbatt in The Guardian – the Liberal-Left’s anti-white newspaper of choice – and wallow in the poor snowflake’s distress. Have a look at his face while you are there. That, unfortunately, is the modern face of European journalism; a cherubic hipster in West Indian leisure wear. Naturally, when you Google ‘unpresidented’ – which Obama thankfully soon will be – little Adam’s piece is top of the list. But I digress.

The reason the press is so disdainful of Trump’s approach is closely allied to the war on democracy being waged by the elites across the West. A clue to this is that, now that the word ‘racism’ is nearing the end of its useful life to the press, the word ‘populism’ is taking its place. ‘Populism’ is now a Great Evil, like racism or Islamophobia, and that this is the case reveals much about the elites’ war on the people.

As we must never tire of reiterating, ‘democracy’ comes from the Ancient Greek Demokratia, a combination of demos (the people) and kratos (power). And that is what it means. It means something very different in the mouths of out putative rulers, however, most usually a blunt tool with which to further afflict already educationally subnormal Arab states in the furtherance of arms sales.

Populism, then, is a Very Bad Thing. The Communists who run the EU have made absolutely no secret of their disdain for you and I. In north America, this distaste for ordinary folk has been a little more occluded, but it still runs through the establishment like a vein in marble. In by-passing the main facilitators of anti-democracy – the legacy media – Trump has therefore offended against de trop protocols as surely as if he had called the king of Saudi Arabia a raghead.

There was an air of stunned and awed disbelief in the tone of Oklahoma Republican Tom Cole when he told the virulently anti-Trump – and therefore anti-white-folk – CNN that;

“I don't think people are used to having a president that can reach into their districts the way that I think Donald Trump can. I mean, he’s very popular with the Republican base. And a guy that can sit there and tweet out of the White House and generate several thousand calls to your office is somebody you ought to take pretty seriously, because I suspect he’s gonna be very serious about pushing his agenda.”

Trump’s use of social media rather than the lackeys of the press is a symptom of a deeper tectonic disturbance in the Western political establishment. I made this point a long time ago, but Nigel Farage confounded the UK’s political establishment in a similar way. With him, it wasn’t so much use of social media as what the totally artificial Obama and his (white) enablers would call ‘optics’. In other words, how something looks. When Nick Clegg and David Cameron were photographed supping pints in an English boozer, they looked as comfortable as two dowagers at a rave. When Farage was snapped, again and again, on his fourth pint, fag in hand, he looked like he’d still be there at closing time. The image-makers of the political court flapped and fussed. How did UKIP’s people come up with that image of, well, reality? I’ll let you figure out how it was done.

If Trump achieves nothing else, he has exposed the press for what it is; a cabal of establishment cronies ever-ready with their tribute for the Dons of the political cosa nostra that runs the West. Contemporary journalists are a confederacy of bastards, rotting from the inside as a direct result of their proximity to power, like Gollum in The Lord of the Rings. By talking directly to real people, Trump has elided one of the most sacrosanct channels through which malevolent power flows, and for this he should be applauded to the very echo. Newspaper sales, in the UK at least, are on a consistent downturn, and the parent companies are desperately trying to work out how the internet works, like a medieval ditch-digger with a smartphone. If dissident politicians in Europe – and there are many on the rise – have any nous, they will follow Trump’s lead and speak directly to us. Then we may say in disbelief; Are you talking to me?

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