Roadside cross, Costa Rica
Suburbia crumbles, the tide has turned.
I can feel the fear in the Western world.
We’re not gonna take it.
Never did and never will.
I am sure we are all familiar with the parable of the boiling frog. A frog dropped into boiling water will hop straight out, whereas put the same frog in cold water and gradually increase the heat, and the frog will boil to death. Whether this has been empirically tested I cannot say – I abhor all cruelty to animals – but as a metaphor it of course aptly describes the situation faced by white men in Western countries. For them, I have a simple message.
Your governments despise you. Blacks despise you. Muslims despise you. Women, queers, transvestites and a whole range of the disenfranchised and various freaks despise you. Your children are being taught to despise you, your media despise you, your seats of learning, local authorities and police force all despise you. And, with all due respect, this is not really time to get religion and turn the other cheek.
You are going to have to fight at some point, so why not now? You’ll hang separately so take a risk and see if you can avoid hanging altogether. Your enemy is intellectually weak, so that should be your starting point. Gather. Assemble. Meet. You are smart enough to fool the clod-hopper police, and you will have to meet physically at some point in the future as the internet will be taken away from you, and because more generally your liberty is gradually being taken away from you by a combination of direct big tech censorship – already brazenly taking place – and a social credit score already in place de facto. And so the water warms in the pan.
Sounds a bit amockalyptic (© Julie Burchill), doesn’t it? If you think so I would think again. Every day I read about another small event, or measure, or item of contraband legislation intended to reduce your freedom at the same time as increasing the power of the state concomitantly. They are building the prisons. They are called your homes, those of you who can afford to keep living in them when the inevitable economic collapse kicks in.
Governments may, of course, keep getting more and more silver and gold coins, a bit like I do when I get through another level of Plants vs Zombies, the only video game I have ever played. But they may not and, if they don’t, you might have to become hunter-gatherers again because most countries, even the civilised ones, are only a few days from anarchy if the money runs out.
And should you be unfortunate enough to lose your job, you had better hope you have said nothing, nothing ever, on social media which can be classified as WrongThink. ‘Ah. I see here that you Tweeted, let me see, yes, seven years ago, that Nigel Farage had a point about immigration. I am afraid you have been unsuccessful in your application on this occasion. Plus, the police are waiting outside as I already called them’.
Don’t be like the boiling frog.