Damn! I had to miss diversity training for this
The most frightening image from the Parsons Green tube bombing, for me, is the one above. I suspect a lot of policemen love the opportunity to strut around in their Judge Dredd outfits, bellowing orders at terrified passengers, as they did in pubs during the London Bridge Muslim attack, which Diane Abbott referred to as an ‘incident’. I also suspect that the copper pictured above is not thinking politically correct thoughts although, to ensure his continued employment, he must give voice to them, probably on a daily basis.
The elites love terrorism, of course, which is one of the several reasons they adore Islam. Unstable personalities fed at the teat of an insane book about an insane man, fed from arsehole to beak with grievances, and then let loose on what used to be England. Traumaville relies on fear, its very being given structure by the secret thought every commuter has that she might end her tube journey dead or severely injured because of people invited into an already overfull city by malevolent politicians for whom the amygdala – the seat of conscience – is just something that happened to other people.
Islam’s man on the inside in London, mayor Sadiq Khan, has issued the usual mewling statement. Interestingly, he mentions ‘an evil and cowardly individual’. How does he know the bomber acted alone? I am convinced Khan is part of the chain of command which enables Islamic terrorism in London. He should watch his words. He also famously called terrorism ‘part and parcel’ of living in a major city. Sure. Like Budapest or Warsaw or San José or Tokyo, where there are no Muslims and thus no threat of terrorism.
And now the usual round of warnings will begin. They will not, however, be warnings against Islamisation or terrorism as such, but warnings against Islamophobia. The Guardian will run some feature by someone with an exotic-sounding name saying, essentially, don’t let’s be beastly to the Muslims. Brand Islam is protected by the British government, and the governments of a Europe Britain will never be allowed to leave, far more strongly than those imperialist, patriarchal, fuddy-duddy old notions such as Enlightenment rationality, freedom of expression, national identity and other fading embers.
As the British government endeavours to build a country at war with itself – slavishly copying the USA as ever – and stokes the flames of what should already be a civil war, one wonders what it is all for. Do the British despise themselves over empire in the same way that Germans have a self-loathing because of the Holocaust? It certainly seems that way.
Whatever the reason, the result is Traumaville, where everyone should be afraid but not too afraid, and if the pub becomes a bit too risky and makes you too nervous, there is always staying in with Netflix and the telly and video games and oriental cuisine from the supermarket.
Welcome to Traumaville. Be not too afraid.