There will be blood.

Posted by Pointman on May 29, 2018 · 37 Comments 

I’ve been a blogger for a number of years, and have occasionally been asked why I do it by the few people who know that I do, or can connect me to the Pointman persona I habitually blog under. I always give them the same answer; I want my voice to be heard because so often what I want to say is forbidden in the frighteningly Orwellian dictatorship of the mass media.

An old Baptist hymn called who will sing for me comes to mind. You have to stand up and try to sing your own song, because if you don’t, my experience is nobody else will. Longevity and bloggers rarely go together, because it’s no good doing the ego trip, or ranting and raving at the moon or just blogging over nothing of any consequence. You very soon run out of the passion you never had for it, and therefore splutter to a halt after a few pieces. In essence, it isn’t about running from something, but rather running towards something. There has to be a definite thing you want to achieve that’s a bit more aspirational than just everyday hate or spite or self-love or over some sort of bone you simply just can’t help but keep chewing on.

The other and increasingly unfashionable side of the free expression the internet enables, is that you have to allow differing and sometimes totally opposing viewpoints on stage. I think it was Voltaire or Jean-Jacques Rousseau who said I disagree with every word you’ve said, but I’d defend to the death your right to say them. As ever, there’s always wars about who came up with such a succinct saying, but my money’s on Rousseau on this occasion. If you’ve ever read the social contract, there’s that same economy of expression that’s unique to him.

Increasingly, there is a horrific assault on freedom of thought and expression, around what was thought to be post-enlightenment western civilisation, and contrary to what you might expect, it’s not being led by assorted gangs of street thugs but by what passes as the establishment, also known as the deep state these days. It’s become obvious to any thinking individual that this nominally liberal establishment is totally intolerant of any viewpoint other than their own, and will go to great lengths to suppress it as well.

It’s tempting to say they’re the worst generation of leadership Britain ever had, but they’re simply a symptom of a phenomenon that’s occurred several times before when a bald truth was staring them in the face that they simply couldn’t accept because it ran contrary to all their pet delusions about how the future was going to be, just as long as they could silence any dissenters. The previous and worst example of that cowardly mentality was in the years leading up to the second world war.

It was obvious to anyone with two brain cells to rub together that a clash between the real democracies and fascism was inevitable at some point, but the establishment of the time had fallen in love with the turnaround Hitler had done with Germany, and Mussolini getting the damn trains to run on time again, as if that was some yardstick of political rectitude. The people who saw that war approaching turned to all the deeply unfashionable things that seemed to be the only solitary voices of dissent against the creeping forces of totalitarianism.

For nearly a decade, fascism didn’t have to win any wars of aggression, because it was already winning via a mix of bluff, bullying, appeasement and cowardice on the part of those who should properly have been its opposition. As Peter Clemenza said to a Michael Corleone who’d just got back from serving in the war, Hitler could have been stopped in 1933 with one good hard slap. He wasn’t, and 50+ million people died as a consequence.

The deeply unfashionable opposition joined the Communist party or went to Spain like Orwell to fight against Franco, or they just kept on slugging away as Churchill did. In the ten years leading up to the outbreak of war, the BBC establishment managed to keep him and his unpalatable viewpoints off the air to the tune of one single appearance a year. Despite all the censorship and exclusion of the warning voices, the war did eventually come because it was doomed to happen since as with all fanatics, and the Nazis certainly being no exception, they just didn’t know when to stop. They’d just keep pushing until the inevitable conflict ignited.

We are in a similar situation with the migrant flood and the resultant rise of a militant Islam in Europe, and the establishment’s reaction to it is to simply duck all the confrontational aspects of it that run directly contrary to what are the traditional European values established over the centuries. Muslim rape gangs traffic white girls, but are untouchable for nearly twenty years because while the police, social services and all those organisation charged with a duty to protect children knew all about it, they chose to turn a blind eye rather than run the risk of being accused of being racist.

Chop the sex organs of prepubescent girls? That’s okay. Even though it’s been officially illegal for 30 years, not one prosecution has ever been brought for what’s well known to be common practice. Integrate into the society, and at least making some attempt to merge in? Never happened. What did actually happen was the establishment of fiercely defended no go areas you’d think twice before venturing into if you weren’t Muslim.

The schools within those areas bear little resemblance to any concept of a western school. They’re madrassas in all but name, where there’s only one subject on the curriculum, and that’s the rote learning of the Koran. Boys and girls are strictly segregated, with the latter’s formal education skidding to a screeching halt at eight years old because as everyone knows, under sharia law a woman is only worth half a man, so who gives a damn if they can’t read or write. Is sex with a ten-year old child totally abhorrent? Not if it’s in your cultural tradition, a Finnish judge recently ruled, and the migrant pedophile walked out of court. The list of insanities runs on and on.

All of these vile practices have been happening not in some dark recesses of our society, but out in the public and if you chose to speak out about them, you got labelled as being islamaphobic, which gradually came conflated with being racist, although it was obvious Islam is a religion not a race, but it became the go to slur to be hurled at anyone objecting to this headlong career backwards into the medieval ages.

Back to treating women as little better than breed cows? The feminists rushed to Islam’s defense every time. The casual mass rapes of, and I’m going to use the forbidden words, of white girls? Well, let’s keep that out of the news; they were probably asking for it anyway. Cutting the throat of animals and watching them slowly bleed to death in the street? The animal rights activists rushed to the defense of the practice. Blowing us up in suicide attacks? Time after time, assorted libertarians insisted it wasn’t symptomatic of any deeper malaise. Blow up our children with nailbombs when they’re queuing up to get into some teeny bopper concert in Manchester? Well, these things happen. Running the daily risk of being killed in a terrorist attack? Well, these things are part and parcel of living in a big city announces London’s smug Muslim mayor who’s presided over a rise in the crime and murder rate the like of which the city has never seen before.

All across Europe, these things and other equally objectionable practices have seemingly been embraced and protected by the establishment, but though they don’t want to acknowledge the problem, it’s real, it’s present and it’s slowly growing towards a confrontation. Across Europe, attitudes are hardening and despite the best efforts of the establishment to kid everyone there’s no problem, it just isn’t washing. What used to be the Eastern European states have learnt the lesson from Sweden’s cultural suicide, and have slammed the door to all migrants. When a flash crowd of hundreds of Muslims turn up to pray in your church grounds, it’s a declaration of war.

As a minor part of my blogging activities, I do provide links to the few stories that are available concerning some of the above the law excesses of the laughably named religion of peace. Those stories will never make it into a major MSM publication or onto the BBC prime time news, because they don’t fit in with the establishment narrative, but they are real none the less.

There are a few independent reporters and activists who are on it full-time. Needless to say, they get hell from the establishment for just reporting what’s actually going on. One of the most prominent of these goes by the pseudonym of Tommy Robinson. If you research him in the MSM, you won’t find much good being said of him. He’s had the  usual character assassination hatchet job done on him; racist, islamaphobic, white supremacist, etc etc, but if you can find some unedited footage of him interviewing the victims of sexual violence, he comes across as a decent and caring bloke.

Given the touchy area he both reports on and is also an activist in, you don’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to realise he was always going to be targeted by an establishment who didn’t want the stuff he was reporting on seeing even a dimmer version of the light of day. He’s had a number of brushes with the law for doing what all the political activists, previously know as journalists, should be doing but know it’d be too dangerous – reporting.

He’s been slung into jail once already for doing nothing more than his job. The warden of the prison, a real bitch by all accounts, had him assigned straight to the Muslim wing of the prison on his first day, where he was nearly beaten to death. He survived though minus a lot of teeth. Despite that experience and exercise in near fatal cruelty, he wouldn’t back off when he was eventually released.

He was grabbed by the police last Friday, and in an unprecedented display of judicial thuggery, in one day was arrested, confined and will now serve a 13 month suspended sentence without even being given access to a lawyer to conduct some sort of defense. So vicious has been his treatment, the authorities won’t even tell his wife and family where he’s been held. Just like that, all in one day. There’s not even a pretense at some rule of law.

What was his crime that deserved such swift and decisive justice? Well, he was outside a court and reporting on the trial of a group of Muslim men charged with sex trafficking of minors amongst other equally disgusting things. Since when has reporting on a criminal trial been an arrestable offense? Well, as it turns out, it is if you’re Tommy Robinson and doing nothing more than reporting outside a court.

As if to cover up what is a dark and scabby day for British justice, the judge has issued a gag order to the media over the whole thing, and on the flimsiest of excuses. The reporting of his arrest is being scrubbed from the media. Even amongst thieves there’s rumoured to be some honour, but obviously the same doesn’t apply to journalists, who really should be rallying around a reporter under the establishment cosh rather than rushing to pull already published articles about his kangaroo court victimisation.

If his treatment in prison is as brutal as his last experience inside, it won’t be a prison sentence, it’ll be a death sentence, but as the judge in question reputedly replied when informed of the risk “Well, he should have thought of that, shouldn’t he?“.

©Pointman

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