"...a remarkable thing in this vicinity".
I keep the historical matters of my upbringing and the strain of my direct parental relationship from my stepchildren totally. They're children. They'd seen me experience psychosis, although usually they would be off at school, or otherwise distracted totally be the entertainments of the front lounge, and I would always quarantine myself elsewhere as soon as possible. We would both take steps to ensure that they remained generally unaware, only fully noticing in practice when a herd of Police and NHS psychiatric employees would smash rudely through the door, pounding across the living room and off into the house to rip me out of whatever tiny, discreet pocket I was hiding away in and leading me downstairs like a condemned man to be plonked back onto the sofa and interrogated in full view by frowning care workers, before the inevitable rag-doll yank into the back of a van pulled up outside in the centre of the street, always with the engine still running. A set of mysterious disappearances on my part, left missing me and wondering if I was ok. Nothing else, thankfully.
They're not my sounding boards though. I'm glad they cope with me still, and seem to quite like me, in a way most adults don't, totally unjudgmental at root, having experienced me be kind to them, or just potter away quietly upstairs over long hours of disciplined academic concentration and self-study. That said, as they get older, I see the influence of the State school programming, and the political nudges of the media on them more and more. It seems their friends all share this brainwashed mono-perspective. I can't imagine anyone subjected to contemporary 21st Century education would come out in the end as anything but a political radical for the cause of anti-European identity politics, unfit culturally and academically as well as physically unhealthy, psychologically hindered, increasingly narcissistic and prone to high stress and passive aggressive conflict avoidance, and unable to assist their own preservation in the real world outside of the British economic framework, the last failed gasp of a callous, bankrupt, spiritually dead country, into which, after all, anyone – no matter how soul dead or incompetent – can be plugged for the sake of exploitation, all high school leavers matching to this pattern bar a tiny, persecuted minority of adolescent free-thinkers, so very rare to find in the data statistics.
Intelligence itself is irrelevant if one has no racial bond. The complicit productivity of the rest does nothing to assuage their terminal decline under threat as - though it is often difficult for the employed to accept this - working to death throwing money at this problem cannot solve it, much as the danger level is unaffected by the piling up of private material wealth.
I don't really understand the children’s obsession with YouTube amateur Dadaist mini-cartoons, full of crass, absurdist, heavily self-referential meta ‘humour’, as more than a desperate, unintelligible, unfunny response to a dead, cultureless world they cannot really interpret from day one, and a terrifying broken future, but I resent the progressive ‘black-washing’ expressions they come out with more. Seeing white Barbie dolls named Falisha by them and being told that we are not 'sassy', delivered in heavy faux-BLM dialects can be grating, much like the frustration of being informed, on and off, that they are lesbians and that many of their school playmates are the same, or that the latter are indeed ‘now’ the opposite sex, a very unlikely occurrence given the statistical prevalence of those subscribed full time to this belief in the UK, and impossible to discern as an idea in children of that age (or for others to decide for them and encourage), if not also impossible altogether provided one can bring themselves to be sensible enough not to throw biology out the window, casting themselves down with it plummeting into their pre-dug abyss, prepossessed by the childish novelty of a destructive call to sexualized narcissism and a desperate, enervating fad, popular with the same female teachers and middle-class professionals who like European children not resisting the aggressive mockery and violence of foreign bullies and thuggish gangs, bending over backwards to appease any social movement that will impair the hope of the innocent minds under their charge, dissuading them from trusting their own families, or continuing them naturally into further generations, left to have a good time, pay their way, and die out forever, filing reverently into extinction, cautious to be nice and polite and agreeable.
If someone really must insist that they consider themselves transsexual - much as ‘-gender’ is the more popular alteration to this literary fiction if not just the colloquial “trans-” prefix alone, capitalized and floating vaguely in space - it would be nice if, having already informed others of this at some length, they closed the matter as an avenue of conversation and indeed moved on to discussing, or indeed contributing, something of civilizational value, an invention, say, or a great masterwork of fine art or high culture, perhaps some grand vision or regenerative paradigm shift, a magnificent life’s work or a dedicated career of compassionate action. In a nutshell, I'd rather that they could cease the obsessive addiction to discussing nothing but their transsexualism, and the many weary themes of this malignant, highly competitive cult of self-glorification, another wide, jealous branch of well protected activism for the megalomania of perpetual victims who do not seem to want to be anything else. It's the mono-minded narcissism that gets me more than any other factor. I have about as much interest in them as I would in any man or woman doggedly lecturing me for years about nothing but their joy in being male or female, a topic of conversation so rudimentary, so superficial, and so f**king boring that it leaves me asking “So what? What have you achieved once you turn your gaze from your own body? What is your contribution to life beyond noticing you are alive? Is simply magnifying your one coarse grain of inert quartz, this single issue of your conceited solipsism, really all you can do for the universe?”
Recently, the youngest girl asked my partner for a black Barbie and was refused. She looked very disappointed and asked why. Abby replied, "Ben would not approve" before tactically adding "and neither would your father, most probably". She was totally correct, as he refuses to let them play with dolls and toys and regularly confiscates and destroys their property, complaining that toys take up space, as his newest partner insists that the eldest should “go out partying” instead, much to her dismay, although I wish Abby had gone full hog and adopted the position herself, for solidarity. This response prompted the eldest girl to state "I don't see why everyone has to be so racist! We need the Ku Klux Klan to protect black people from evil racists!" This statement confused me later when I found out. I was glad she still wasn't paying much attention in class, a gift I had previously commended her for.
I see the State school is continuing to fixate on traitorous race activism in its English lessons though. School events and dances always utilize some trendy ethnic element, as if virtue-signalling white middle-class female teachers - almost all British primary school teachers and most secondary school teachers are female - could look cool and 'with it' in front of their students by playing Rap and Hip-hop to them as they dance along as well. It's more than that tragic insecurity though. These vapid, airheaded teachers are generally susceptible by the nature of their inherited values to any random novel introduction of any of the stupid, reckless, cynical bohemian causes artificially promoted to tickle their vast, naïve, paranoic ignorance, this optimistic, self-conscious paranoia common to the authoritarian natures of moral dogmatists, as the bright, grey, blinded research teams of Bernays enthusiasts cloistered away in the Department of Education's applied behavioural science offices somehow know quite well already, the propaganda media heaping official praise on top of the natural egoism and ‘look at me!’ showboating of this new breed of hysterical obedience counsellors.
I have established over time and at length that there is indeed something sickly to the European natives, and that oppressive air of trademark British callousness is ever present, the greedy, standoffish Protestant work ethic's impatience around and indifference to suffering and any impediment to ‘productivity’ or to ‘paying your own way’, but I wish they wouldn’t act in schools to compound the destruction, given that it’s races sensitivity, homonormative sex, and feminism that seems to be their single intertwining trilogy-point of concern, especially that races sensitivity (and most certainly not for the sake of their own).
For example, I don’t see them getting up in arms about vivisection and medical testing on animals, extensively exposed by Bernard Rollin in The Unheeded Cry: Animal Consciousness, Animal Pain and Science, and by Tony Page in Vivisection Unveiled: An Expose of the Medical Futility of Animal Experimentation, or indeed C. Ray Greek in Sacred Cows and Golden Geese: the Human Cost of Experiments on Animals, just in case the terrible cruelty inflicted on the bred-for-testing animals in question is somehow not cause enough alone for them to accept the words of Mark Hawthorne in Bleating Hearts: The Hidden World of Animal Suffering or assimilate Matthew Scully’s masterful calls to mercy in Dominion and Fear Factories, the sad plight of farm-to slaughter animals bolstered by Gail A. Eisnitz’ Slaughterhouse and the true-life autobiographical confessions of Mark Moore in The Dark Secrets of An Animal Farmer, and in the thick compendium of haunting photography and investigative journalism by Jo-Anne McArther titled Hidden: Animals in the Anthropocene.
It’s a shame Savitri Devi’s original masterpiece, The Impeachment of Man - perhaps the only written work truly necessary for understanding the long barbarity of our treatment of animals and the unforgiveable torture we continue to subject them to - is ignored. Perhaps the biologist and cognitive ethologist Marc Bekoff’s crucial scientific analyses into the depth, beauty and fullness of animal consciousness and their expression of joy, sorrow and empathy revealed in The Emotional Lives of Animals and in Minding Animals: Awareness, Emotions, and Heart could impress upon them, or their high intelligence and the meaningfulness of animal friendships in his book Why Dogs Hump and Bees Get Depressed, seconded by The Genius of Dogs by Brian Hare and Vanessa Woods, or a further examination of animal emotional lives in When Elephants Weep or Dogs Never Lie About Love both by Jeffrey Masson, a useful accompaniment to his arguments in The Face on Your Plate: The Truth About Food, and in Meat Logic by Charles Horn, and in Melanie Joy’s Why We Love Dogs, Eat Pigs, and Wear Cows, a mutual consideration of the necessity of Veganism and the denial and cognitive dissonance that prevents us recognising that we are consuming pieces of the body of a farmed animal that we have abused (or have had abused) and mistreated for the entirety of its cruel, artificially-short life, raised by us at all only to be painfully slaughtered in the dark, packed, terrifying confines of brutal factories, and then dismembered and passed down to our plates, the pieces of their tortured corpses designated by us only as “meat”, an inert ‘product’ for our dietary addictions and convenience, and their skin and fur torn off by us so they can be treated for belts and shoes and handbags or worn as fashionable garments.
Mothers continually mated and then separated forever from their own offspring at birth, penned up in the cacophonous darkness of tight, filthy cages and sheds and forced to provide us with the biological nutritional secretions their bodies have evolved to produce for the feeding of their own young, the cows we exploit for our dairy farming hooked by us to machines that remove their milk after we clip off their tails without anaesthetic for easier machine access to their udders, milked until they bleed and develop ulcers and prolapses, and the strain of the forced pregnancies, artificially inseminated within weeks of each birth, leading to severe calcium deficiencies that damage their bones causing chronic pain, abscesses and open wounds, and broken legs and collapses.
We deprive hens of the eggs they lay and that we have ensured they can never nurture, cutting them off from their natural instincts to breed families, mutilating their beaks and causing them excruciating pain in an effort to prevent them from the understandable reaction of them fighting and harming each other - a policy enacted for the sake of maintaining their rate of egg laying - in the debilitating chronic stress of their mournful, agonising environment, deliberately forcing them to molt and thus produce bigger eggs at a faster rate by depriving them of food and water, only enough fertile eggs saved to maintain breeding stocks, the general practice in the West being to kill all male chicks that hatch, usually by grinding them to death by machine, modern selective breeding having separated egg-laying birds from those food strains raised to be put to death and devoured a mere six weeks after their hatching, though all females of the egg-laying strains are also disposed of, suffocated as soon as their ability to lay eggs starts to dwindle, usually killed before the age of two, over seven years short of their natural lifespan.
Our treatment of fish and other aquatic animals taken by us from the oceans or imprisoned in hatcheries and aquafarms is equally appalling, attacked and abused by workers in putrid conditions, the fins of farmed fish clipped apart, developing spinal deformities and fungal growths that consume their faces in the extreme stress and overcrowding of their tiny tanks, pulled out and thrown into buckets to suffocate in terror in a pile of dead and dying fish, stamped on, or slammed against the ground, or slit open alive.
Jeffrey Masson is also the author of a damning inditement of the corruption, steep financial demands (or two-yearly NHS waiting lists), abuses of power, and dangerous fundamental errors that render the practice of psychotherapy useless as much as damaging to patients, titled Against Therapy: Emotional Tyranny and The Myth of Psychological Healing and has contributed an expert rebuttal of the pseudoscientific fraud Sigmund Freud and the terrible impact of his dismissive psychoanalytic nonsense-theories on the frameworks that, despite bio-reductionism's lucrative neurotransmitter distractions, still underpin the erroneous fallacies of psychiatry in The Assault on Truth, documenting Freud’s role in the shifting of blame from the empirically obvious idea that the parental sexual abuses they experienced were responsible for his female patients’ emotional trauma, instead accusing the children of fantasising their horrifying, moving testimonies, then blaming them - solely for expressing this ‘fantasy’ distress - and this “blame the victim” mentality is now pervasive in our culture, and officially adopted by the iatrogenic reductionists of modern punitive medicine, a face-saving assumption underpinning the promotion of the toxic pharmacological treatment model applied by psychiatrists to all psychiatric victims of childhood and adolescent abuse, the very definitions of child abuse often misunderstood and diminished.
I take it the schoolteachers have no interest in considering the treatment of psychiatric patients, or indeed teaching anything substantial on true child abuse, not even just the disgusting sexual molestation of paedophiles and the international child trafficking operations, and the sordid criminal histories of protected peers and MPs and the staff of State institutions and of the foster care system and the undisclosed pipeline to the red market for illicit medical test subjects and organ transfers, or even by discussing the Islamic gangs that drug, rape and torture British schoolgirls, but fundamentally (and divorced from the safe, familiar scrutiny and sensationalism that, though not incorrect, still piles child abusers into neat little out-group boxes as it passes the buck by default and continues to let ‘normal’ natives off the hook) locked so far into providing a limited appreciation that does not quite match the full, endemic realities of this problem, inadequate in addressing the soul destroying emotional trauma inflicted on children by their own parents, the worst, most destructive form of child abuse, and a total taboo even in a field that is rarely discussed too thoroughly at the best of times, if at all, somehow unsuitable for public or polite company, unlike, say, yelling at a small face not to be so racist, and intolerant, and monstrous, and disappointing, and to have some respect, and goading them sobbing from their desk into a side room before the appalled scowls and jeers and tut-tutting of the class, slamming the door and then reaching for a phone to alert the Police, just in case, ready for their parents to repeat the process once they get home.
Additionally, it would have pleased me a little if they could have felt any concerns over the history of Bolshevism and Stalinism in Soviet Russia and the Communist regimes in Eastern Europe in the 20th Century, let alone a detailed and accurate portrayal of the ramifications of the Second World War on the West, including the role of their own country (and their own recent ancestors) in finalizing pan-European destruction, with a little subsequent self-reflection on their parts as to why their civilization is now irreversibly corrupted, having been sabotaged long-term from far before, regardless of the history of black experiences across the centuries of the African slave trade or of Adolf Hitler’s campaign of Jewish extermination in Germany in the 20th Century, much as the last world war was the final straw.
I don’t personally deny The Holocaust as it is conventionally accepted i.e. a systemic mass extermination, though I think the proposed execution figures are off by two million or so, a little more (so still quite a few deaths then, as historical exterminations go). The Auschwitz-Birkenau site Museum agrees with me on that in hardcopy physical evidence if one would like to verify independently, and unequivocally (and their curators’ calculations seem roughly reinforced by David Irving and Mark Weber, the latter of whom posits between 2 and 4 million deaths), if one could only read their fine-print signs as opposed to gawping for a few seconds at that familiar crematorium chimney the Soviets erected post-war, as their heartbroken English teacher encourages them all to cry. I gather that, in addition to the death camps, quite a few Jews died in the conditions of the Warsaw ghetto, and in other ghettos, in addition to those executed by the einsatzgruppen.
I’ve read quite a lot of the revisionist authors and researchers also, lingering with their presentations to examine some of the finer details, but I get the impression they’re misinterpreting Hitler’s sincere intent in a desire to present him in a framework more easily acceptable to their own timid sensibilities, pushing the debate away from the actual worldview expressed by National Socialism, disrespecting him more than they are exonerating him, much as Holocaust deniers do genuinely seem to desire the latter also, a mentality not so different at all from that of Christian apologetics. Their racial focus is completely off. It’s the same way that I have reconsidered my thoughts over 9/11 and now accept the perpetrators as disgruntled Islamic militants genuinely opposed to the American government, rather than a desperation to shift all Anglo-American system blame onto Jewish omnipotence. Much as I don't in any way favour them, you can see why these non-Europeans don't like America. I am of the same mind regarding the Russian Federation. Three sets of opposing anti-European enemies; one somewhat closer to us.
These Neochristian (and Christian) revisionists aren’t really so different from the anti-European teachers I am appalled by, those for whom Thomas Goodrich’s Hellstorm is out of the question, or indeed the history books of James Bacque titled Crimes and Mercies, and Other Losses on the crammed death camps established by the invading American armies on the meadow banks of the Rhine in which German prisoners of war, and indeed German women and children, were penned in by thick barbed wire fences and left to starve in the deep, wet mud, totally unsheltered from the elements, medical supplies and international food relief deliveries banned, and locals discouraged from delivering rations to the inmates by the threat of immediate execution by the rifle-fire of the armed American guards stationed all around the camp perimeters day and night, and then the dire inhumanities of the French prison camps.
F. J. P Veale’s Advance to Barbarism traces in detail the escalating disregard for life in the parliamentary policies and military tactics of British and American warmongers from the adoption of the term 'democracy' as an empty yet useful political slogan, to the initiation of the First World War, through to the total horror of their dispassionate civilian target fire-bombing campaigns against German cities in the Second World War, to the manipulation, hypocrisy and lies by omission of their war crimes tribunals against the German military officers and political leadership and their use of humiliation and torture on the defendants whom they had imprisoned in solitary confinement, their American guards ordered to ferociously beat and kick them, crushing their testicles, breaking their jawbones, or holding them down and gathering black soldiers to take turns spitting into their forced-open mouths, along with the undisclosed war crimes of his Crimes Discreetly Veiled, and with David Irving’s painstakingly researched accounts in Nuremberg: The Last Battle illustrating the hypocrisy of the Allied prosecuting the Germans for war crimes they too had committed and could have been found guilty of.
David Irving’s research in The Morgenthau Plan 1944-1945 documents the extents of anti-German hatred and indifference to suffering present in the attitude of the American government and the Allies’ supreme command under General Eisenhower, and narrates the history of the policy proposed by the secretary and assistant secretary of President Roosevelt’s US Treasury department suggesting that conditions should be established in the two years following the end of the war that would in practice lead to the deaths of 10 million Germans, and, much as that one particular plan – signed ahead without a great deal of concern by Roosevelt and Churchill – was only partially implemented (unlike the rarely mentioned Stimson Plan), nothing was saved regardless as the structural dismemberment of German society continued unabated with deliberate destruction of German mining operations, industrial plants, scientific research facilities, academic foundations, and medical centres, and the wholesale theft of their technology, down to the structural material of their buildings, their industrial supplies, and their raw resources stockpiles, all stolen for export by the British along with everything necessary to allow the survival at all of the German people, their nation systematically razed to the ground, documented in Gruesome Harvest: the Costly Attempt to Exterminate the People of Germany by Ralph Franklin Keeling, Unfinished Victory by Arthur Bryant, and The High Cost of Vengeance by Freda Utley.
One can, as with Crimes Against the Wehrmacht by Franz W. Seidler, consider Alfred-Maurice de Zayas’ English-language translation of Wehrmacht War Crimes Bureau 1939-1945, the 226 filed volumes documenting reported cases of war crimes by the Allied armies, these volumes confiscated by the Americans after the war and classified, only released back to the Germans in 1968 and published 5 years later, or indeed his Nemesis at Potsdam and A Terrible Revenge: The Ethnic Cleansing of the East European Germans, recalling the enforced post-war expulsion of brutalized German civilians driven from the ruins of their confiscated homes into the East, three million dying of exposure and exhaustion along the way, or their compounded slaughter in the massacres and gruesome public spectacles of mobbed crowds of partisan torturers in Poland, Ukraine and Czechoslovakia, and across Eastern European, the remaining prisoners of war and German civilian men taken up by the American, British, French and Russian forces for the purposes of a decade of bitter slave labour abroad, a great many of the Russian-held captives enslaved indefinitely, never to return, dying in the freezing gulags of Siberia, so many millions of German families never accounted for at all, all traces of their existence disappearing, their lives lost to history and forgotten, no closure provided to the grief of their tormented relatives and descendants.
The massed rapes and sadistic murders of hundreds of thousands of German women - some pregnant - and little girls by the feral Mongol torturers of Stalin’s advancing Bolshevik hordes, and the killing of their babies, are recalled again in The Tragedy of Silesia 1945-46 by Johannes Caps and Ravishing the Women of Conquered Europe by A. J. App, Crimes Unspoken: The Rape of German Women at the End of the Second World War by Miriam Gebhardt, and Orderly and Humane: The Expulsion of the Germans after the Second World War by R. M. Douglas, despite the misleading allusion of the title.
Andrew H. Beattie examines Allied Internment Camps in Occupied Germany: Extrajudicial Detention in the Name of Denazification, 1945-1950 and Kenneth Goff’s Brainwashed into Slavery goes into further detail on the long-term ramifications of the soul-destroying re-education program violently imposed on the conquered Germans, as does The Brainwashing of the German Nation by Udo Walendy, and in Media Manipulation and Propaganda in US Occupied Germany, 1945-1949: Controlling Information by Larry Hartenian, and Ulrich Marten's The Gulag in East Germany: Soviet Special Camps 1945 1950. Claus Nordbruch relates the testaments of German victims in the aftermath of the Second World War in Bleeding Germany Dry. One can further peruse the full death statistics, as so far accounted for, in The Other Price of Hitler's War: German Military and Civilian Losses Resulting from World War II, compiled by Martin K Sorge.
Was this worth it do you think? The American and British descendants of Germanic tribes bloodily exterminating the German descendants of those very same tribes, that same race, to save Europe’s Jew population (who may not be totally innocent of their own machinations in all this, one might readily think)? Have a little think about that. It'll show you how much you hate yourself and your kind if it's not obvious that there's something morally amiss here. Perhaps you should stop defending Palestinians while you're at it. Do you think they love you the way the Jews did?
All helpful Semitic auxiliaries, our greatest generation Europeans. Ethno-traitorous Jew-owned slaves, the lot of you. You are merely useful to them, your sole, overarching expression of humility, a humility otherwise unavailable to you in your dealings with your own people and rendered non-existent. As expressed by Richard Wagner also, why blame the Jews for this? You bring it on yourselves by your lack of racial soul. You let them do this to you.
Indeed, the most terrible thing of all to note is that the worst of these unimaginable crimes conducted by the British and Americans and their Russia war allies against their German racial kin occurred in official peace time, the war having been declared by them to be over in Europe on the 8th of May 1945, ecstatic crowds having gathered then on the streets of Britain and America to cheer and laugh and embrace each other, waving flags and celebrating, to the sound of extravagant fireworks displays and marching bands, and the swift bustle of jubilant bankers and traders keen to return to business, and the returning soldiers reuniting with their wives and girlfriends, in a thriving American post-war economy that stimulated the boom of new children born to their families, the continent of Europe in ruins, the subjugated Germans locked in abject misery and death.
Much is made of Hitler's true extermination program. The Allies’ own comprehensive response program, the very conclusion of a reestablished First World War they started themselves, far more destructive in its criminal ferocity, and aimed instead at their own race, is never taught, or even admitted to out loud. Their atrocities are hidden. Their guilt has never been recognised.
The children at the school can't really read or spell anything not dumbed down to modern incompetence, and certainly not anything challenging in its presented viewpoints, and they show no interest in non-fictional reading, or cultural literature or creative writing, although they're certainly shaping up to be profoundly ignorant anti-European dogmatists. I was under the impression that the KKK my eldest stepdaughter mentioned was a fading American phenomenon, kept alive in memory by a few out of touch conservative enthusiasts of advancing years, and hardly a puissant political force in the 21st Century, and that there were a couple of internal controversies regarding the rumoured influence of intelligence agencies on the general initiatives of the dying organization's leaders. American import ideas annoy me. Europe is already a unified vassal state to them.
I don't imagine they ever get around to teaching the children positive English history, culture, or folklore, or anything broadly pro-European, some Europeans being profoundly better in character than the historical Anglo-Saxons after all, healthier and less corrupted racially, and especially given this atrocious Anglo-American conduct in the last world war.
However, much as it had been consistently attempted up until then, I'm categorically banned, to a legal violence level, from injecting any counterprogramming into them by their father, who despises me and routinely badmouths me to others in perjurious disgust, defamatory armchair opinions (and quite some outright lies) put confidently as facts to a grumbling room of nodding dignitaries respectful of their own good characters in the gleam of his equally respectable position of professional social authority, and I am under direct, heavy ongoing pressure from the State not to educate them. They certainly nipped that in the bud with extreme prejudice.
I don’t like Julian Assange, annoyed by some of his history comments and sensing a partisan somehow, or some modified limited hangout, given that his Iraq wartime abuses material was already fairly well-known known at the time of his ‘disclosure’, much as I don’t see him – or any of these much-touted Western whistle-blowers – commenting on the Second World War from a position that takes more than Jewish suffering into account, but I do empathise, in my own measured, down-key way. If only they weren’t such inveterate liberals. One would not have to look as far as celebrated whistle-blower cases to find examples of systemic Anglo-American torture.
I tried to shape the children's boundaries to limit their phone use, and their TV and YouTube screen time years ago, and to assess what they were viewing. Following ideas of an Edward Snowden tier (well, obviously not his ridiculous enthusiasm for Bitcoin; and a little more of that rat-sniffing over this particular employable gentleman, given my mind), and a little more obscure in my referencing at times, I put forward that smartphones are not a good idea, or even a worthwhile or necessary purchase, and unlikely to be employed for anything constructive, or even for the purposes of traditional communication, often standing directly in the way of any fading desire on the part of children (and adults) to engage in real life with their friends, an addiction, sapping willpower to approach the outside reality.
I also didn't like the idea of the house being chocked up with insidious, perpetually-recording portable surveillance and data harvest systems, the fundamental snooping technology that initially helped - significantly - in drawing in the usual generous investors that propelled their development, design, and mass-market release along at all, now bolstered by additional software stealth-updates disguised as patches, and all sorts of hacks and exploits and phishing, the backdoors helpfully implanted gratis, or for a small fee, each time the children add another irritating app. The rest of the adult family ganged up on me though and quashed my concerns, telling me I was a conspiracy theorist, even as I quoted official NSA documents at them and explained the infrastructure of global surveillance and data brokerage and signals intelligence, and in obscene detail.
Telecommunications past a 2nd Generation boundary irritates me also, considering internet development from the intelligence community's Massive Digital Data Systems Working Group and the CIA-NSA core technology to the DARPA-NSF grant that further enabled the research of Google's co-founders and then further still through the Special Source Operations division to Rampart-A’s XKeyscore Deep Dive and the Tempora system, the Communications Capabilities Development Programme and the Interception Modernisation Programme's deep packet inspection MTI project, PRISM and Muscular and Stateroom, Squeaky Dolphin and Karma Police, Echelon and Windstop, Boundless Information data visualization, Bullrun and Edgehill decryption, and the Penetrating Hard Targets quantum computing program, the Office of Computer Network Operations network tapping, JTRIG COINTELPRO, Project Alpha, and the IPA16’s Internet Connection Records collection trials and RIPA2000 interception, currently bolstered by the totalitarian censorship of the Online Harms White Paper legislation and the Online Safety Bill, a ridiculous title in the context of all this (providing me a near 28-year compliment of abstract gloom, and lots of battered little cheapie phone models marketed for patronized pensioners and the technologically illiterate and inept), and I view all Smart-systems with contempt. Ultimately, I'm glad quantum computing is a theoretical waste of time. However, this whole wretched country often feels like an extension of Hut 6, a target range before a reinforced one-way observation window.
I have a notable disdain for 4th Industrial Revolution tech developments and their interplay with the pipedream of a technocracy. The unrealistic switch to an irreversible bioengineered 'Internet of Bodies' and most of the modern work of DARPA. In general, I dislike the older potential internet’s slide into becoming a mere shopping platform for convenient vapid consumerism, extensive corporate data mining and databasing and government social engineering, and heavily censored show-and-tell social narcissism, as if the entire internet was now a military intelligence honey trap (provided the latter was not always the case, to some degree). I like GSO satellite phones and terminals though, just about, some model compatible with Inmarsat networks, seeing a slight coverage bonus over Thuraya and (low earth orbit) Iridium. Pings, speed tests and unexpected geolocation requests are a menace. On the ground I’d usually stick to a Nokia 105 or a 216 at a stretch. One can take out the battery for privacy at least. In best scenario, no phone at all. I never take mine out with me if I’m walking in public, or at least, very rarely.
I was surprised that my Dad, an extremely competent ex telecommunications engineer of that over-optimistic Arthur C. Clarke How the World was One mentality, did not agree with me on this move to limit the children's engagement with tech, and to cut down their screentime, as if the empirical evidence placed right in front of him was a matter that could be 'disagreed on', and not just an obvious technological truth he was ignorant of and didn't like to know. Also, I was forcefully reminded by Abby that social workers and the school nurses who report to them consider not owning a TV or a contemporary phone to be a warning sign of neglect and child abuse, and otherwise told I was worrying over nothing, impeded every time I took matters into my own hands, and warned against "upsetting the children" and "altering the normal routine."
I was forbidden to raise my voice to a dominant tone to discipline them with any proper authority and gravitas if they played up. Abby, however, reserved the right to snap and lose her temper regularly with them and indeed to shout at them now and again, in that belligerent, nerve-wracking, high emotions pedagogic manner that short-tempered modern women utilise very easily, always the feeling that this choice is only temporarily effective in the moment by behaviourist brute force, its efficacy swiftly diminishing in the long-term (if effective at all beyond teaching the children to playact compliance, just so the noise stops and they can hear Fortnite again at 78 dB). Screaming frustration at dogs like this doesn't help either, if one wishes to preserve consistent good behaviour.
I get the idea the preferred position these days is to sit back beaming in joy and proudly let them do whatever they want, no matter how destructive, disruptive, dangerous or ill-advised, provided they cannot be accused of being racists, and to treat them to all intents and purposes as wise, competent, liberated mini-adults, in full consenting understanding of their actions and their consequences, and superbly equipped from the first second of their birth to handle the fullness and glory of their inevitable victorious destiny, rising bright and blazing across the future in meteoric individualism, and just leave it all to their teachers, or face the wrathful paranoic glares of the bleeding heart social worker brigade, scalding out in fierce ever-scanning malignance from the dark, baleful towers dotted across the benighted horizons of their panopticon. I note that the enforcement of this rule is only applied on parents and guardians, much as a great many simply don’t care anyway.
It’s quite evident, behind all that liberation, that these educators don’t trust children to think for themselves, much as it’s nice - in my personal experience at least - to inform them on things once they have that ability to understand how to think, and not just what to think, and to learn what they have to say on any matter properly, not just the sole perspective of others that they are psychologically coerced and bullied into merely repeating.
Naturally, granted the approval of their supervisors, left standing some metres away tapping their feet in a stance of disapproval and meekly threatening to hand out yet more hour detentions, the predominantly white students of Harwich can also decisively continue freely consenting to tearing themselves to pieces at school, rousing temporarily out of sullen, disaffected inertia, like a horde charging pitiless out of the East, or the complicated eddies and rising feedback loops of a now chaotic cosmic cycle, biting, bruising, kicking, hair-pulling, and ganging up to try and stab each other to death in the corridors over the loss of a unicorn fidget spinner or hanging around after lessons in a swarming cloud of posturing expletives, pouring into the road clutching their spliffs and smartphones, blocking up the traffic, the leader of one group of whites and their black friends driving her brother's bull-mastiff growling onto the prone body of the small weeping white girl with the bleeding nose lying outside the school gates, on account of the persistent wildfire rumour that, apparently (just my little conceit), a girl the latter girl once knew in another class "once might have compared the appearance of a black boy..." that had kicked away her chair “to a chocolate bar" after he had finished spitting on her face. A true anecdote.
I continued to take the children out on country walks and talk to them about the world openly up until the point that their estranged father, a Police officer, threatened to come round and beat me up and then to have the children forcibly removed and put into care, including his unrelated stepson, having spent the years prior to that (and indeed on afterwards up until very recently) lying to his face and to the other children, claiming at first to be his biological father, then, upon confrontation by Abby and her public re-acknowledgement to the girls of his historical lie on Abby’s son’s birth certificate, claiming to the girls beside her, and quite assuredly, that he was completely unaware that he wasn’t, and that this was news to him, much as he didn’t appear particularly shocked as much as calmly dismissive, standing there with a faint, smiling smugness to his face and just shaking his head again and again slowly, telling the girls “Mummy is lying”, a futility somehow to his cold-hearted, broad daylight deceitfulness over the matter however, given that the girls themselves had known the truth about it for many years already, as indeed had Sterling, and had no suspicions otherwise, being well informed on the events and also having noticed a lot else about their father for themselves, and it doesn’t present as a particularly sapient long-term claim on Andy’s part, given that Abby was visibly pregnant the first time he met her, and had indeed been immediately informed by her as well, just in case.
I wonder if he suspects they have forgotten the time of his affair with Anna where he punched a distraught Abby hard in the face, leaving a black eye and facial damage requiring hospital treatment, then lied to his fellow officers at the scene and had her removed from the tenancy register of their own rented property, rendering her homeless.
Oddly, he’s changed his mind on his fatherhood story to the girls since and claimed that he knew the young boy he dumped in the house to be raised by Abby alone for most hours of every single day along with Andy’s three daughters by her was not his son after all, but only at his birth. It’s odd that he could spot that in a newborn baby, considering he has not mentioned any paternity tests, again raising some confusion as to why, in declaring that he did indeed know this clearly back then, he still insisted to Abby that he wanted to sign himself down legally as his biological father on a second long-term birth certificate document he pleaded, cajoled and manipulatively demanded her to enter into the UK birth registry 11 months after her son’s birth, much as, prior to changing his mind, he - understandably from a legal perspective - didn’t sign the original birth certificate she applied for at 6 weeks. I see his consideration that having them all abandoned into the merciless abuse of the foster care came easier to him as a practical solution that actively desiring to look after the four children himself, even, and I was appalled by the callousness, petty jealousy, and sheer lovelessness of his remark.
I’ve noted long term that he puts his work first, spending long hours away, barely spending time with the children even now, and distracted, habitually dumping them into the sole authoritarian parenting care of spiteful new girlfriends, or on his parents and siblings, sometimes away overnight, throwing himself into long weeks on busy cases that he arranges to take on without hesitation, or returning to his home for a scant hour or two late on each night, or less, just time for a quick bite to eat at times, and often feeding them a pack of crisps or a pot noodle each as their sole dinner, or making them cook their own meals, and then immediately going to bed, the X-Box a very useful invention to him, as with the smartphone, not particularly different from the mentality of Abby over interaction.
If I didn’t engage with the children, it was solely because other adults had forcefully got in the way of that, encouraging them to exist in discrete group independence, left to their own devices, noisily plugged into the entertainment purposes of their machines for every available hour not stolen by the school.
I had been lecturing the eldest girl about whistle-blowers at the time, and giving a child-friendly overview of the persecution of Melanie Shaw, the propagandistic martyrdom of George Floyd for the purposes of developing a pan-spectrum strategy of State-backed anti-European activism, and a gentle reminder of a couple of rarely mentioned cases that they could share at school in which unarmed white people were genuinely murdered by Police, or indeed by blacks and Muslims, and why it's strange that this criminal activity is often ignored and covered-up but makes sense once you realise that the establishment is run by greedy, incompetent psychopaths with grand visions and its masses of paid followers aren't very intelligent or pleasant people and that the former group has spent considerable time and money training up the latter to unquestioningly carry out a long-term campaign of soft genocidal ethnic cleansing and is prepared to utilize any dark, underhand tactic-set necessary to achieve what they want.
After all, the 1948 United Nations Genocide Convention defines genocide as any of five "acts committed with intent to destroy, in whole or in part, a national, ethnical, racial or religious group" including Article II(c), “Deliberately inflicting on the group conditions of life calculated to bring about its physical destruction in whole or in part”, and Article II(d), “Imposing measures intended to prevent births within the group”.
Given that the Western press, academia, popular media, and education system has nothing positive to say about Europeans as a collective racial group, denies European civilization’s long history of cultural prowess and world-changing scientific and technological contributions, and indeed constantly criticises European historical actions as the root of all human evil whilst making a terrible fuss about non-European purity, benevolence, and genius, putting legal structures in place that heavily benefit non-Europeans over native national populations, and constantly promoting miscegenation in televised media and standard advertising and photoshoots whilst simultaneously encouraging European (and solely European) childlessness for reasons of climate change mitigation, tolerating legal abortion as a female right more than an act of homicidal violence, and indeed continuing to facilitate the huge yearly immigration of non-Europeans into the modest territories of historical European countries, to be immediately awarded citizenship and placed on State benefits, or to compete for jobs they are favoured over anyway, and to take up prioritised housing spaces and the beds of strained hospital services, and given that there is no end in sight to all of this, one finds that genocide is indeed not too strong a term for this generational government-led mission. There is more to that understanding than simply murdering civilians outright, a subtlety in the long-term offering plausible deniability.
One can easily observe the Lemkin formulation of a cultural genocide which removes the evidence of a people from a specific locale or history and where the past and its associated culture is deleted and history is officially revised, as anti-European historians, archaeologists, anthropologists and museum staff (and all State educators) increasingly publish claims that diminish the historical presence of Europeans as a homogenous civilization-founding native society whilst modern artists, writers, and progressive theorists subvert European culture and criticize great works of European thought, the art and literature deemed irrelevant and even dangerous, on account of its “whiteness” or “white supremacy”, an unwritten policy no different fundamentally to the “Year Zero” decree of the Khmer Rouge in Cambodia in 1975.
I was interested in her thoughts on these matters, her own opinions, and whether she had observed anything that resonated with this understanding, or indeed any disagreements. She engaged with me on this, and showed genuine interest in talking about the new information she was discovering, and which made an awful lot of sense to her in adding detail and context on top of what she had noticed already anyway, all by herself, the pet theories and cursory suspicions of a shy, intelligent young girl not blind to the outside world she observed physically around her as much as she was also very familiar with the mere words and insistent, angry, unsubstantiated claims of the “really irritating” 'decent, civil, normal, democratic, law-abiding' people in it.
I followed, at length, with a critical introduction to Bolshevism historically, again and as always in a manner that was toned to being suitable for her age, observing how graphically the school in the background would describe their contemporaneous Holocaust and Transatlantic slave trade materials as a mental template to advise myself from, shielding her from the grisly horror, but not as dumbed down and patronizing intellectually, then an interactive question and answer brainstorm quiz on the dangers posed by the points put forward in the name of sustainable development and net zero, an ongoing warning about the pharmaceutical industry in general, a further discussion on how and why the British establishment's media and State school systems are designed to lie to people down to the nature of the syllabuses and in the initial education provided to teachers-in-training and journalism students, as with the rest of the modern college schooling and university higher education, and staffed by ideologically possessed idiots and dogmatic moral zealots, and why it is always important to stand your ground, think critically, and tell the truth, even in the face of impossible odds.
We finished with a mild analysis of Israeli belligerence and the traitorous global imperialism of the US-Israel lobby and the American government as discussed by the likes of John Mearsheimer, and the federal reserve and international central banking, and a few list notes on how the world is controlled and run at supra-governmental level, with further notes on NATO and the likes of the Bilderberg Group and various EU councils, legislative bodies, bureaucratic foundations and NGO think-tanks and some ideas on the ‘Five Eyes’ of the Western intelligence community, and a long exploration into what corruption, corporate nepotism, and greed are, and why so many politicians and public sector government employees are self-serving ego-driven cowards.
I had to relinquish the games of hangman I played with them to teach them unexpected new words, the formal rhymed poetry writing competitions, and the drawing sessions I'd organise to test their satirical cartooning skills as much as their imaginative fine art. There will be no more physical fitness workouts in the garden. There will be no more elaborate sandcastles on the beach or swimming out in the summer sea or pushing them on swings and holding their hands along climbing frames or visiting wildlife sanctuaries and animal preserves. No more woodland nature trails or games of catch in the meadow or playing with sticks and swordfights.
Neither am I allowed to begin to teach them how to target shoot anymore. It’s never occurred to any of the professional services hell bent on laying me low that the prime reason I purchased more than one crossbow is so that the children would also each have weapons which they could practice with in an official range setting and own when they were adults, much as the markers I considered easiest for beginners (and indeed myself) could always be replaced or upgraded later. Sports shooting, really, their only current function at the time, although an additional bonus to that long-term prepper’s desire for family survival in an increasingly very dangerous world that can hurt them.
Surrounded and heavily outnumbered by a mob of armed criminals closing in on us with ours deaths in mind, the Police and The British Army overpowered or absent altogether, fighting for their own lives, or, disappointingly, submitting to the whims of that physical mob and effectively becoming honorary hostile auxiliaries to it, I would hope desperately in that scenario that I was armed, for the sake of myself and the sake of every other member of Abby’s family, a slight increase on survival chances for every defender equipped with such, much as a single-shot intermediate crossbow, slow-loading PCP-dependant air-bow, or teenager's hand-bow, or an equally above board non-license commercial air rifle does not offer much hope of relief in a world of military rifles and shotguns, and the automatic carbines and pistols and ferocious blades of gangland.
The pitfalls and disadvantages of being a stepfather are many. One can be resented and ostracised, by the Law, by the State, and by the parents themselves for trying to shape what is best for "other people's children." Always the expression “biological parent” and never “stepfather and estranged mother” (much as Andy again lies to the children informing them that he divorced Abby, a lie one assumes he has extended to dupe his latest credulous girlfriend also, given that she repeats that untruth to them, coyly announcing the idea of an upcoming marriage to Andy to the three girls and sniggering with him, sat on his lap French kissing in full view of the children, having finished loudly making love (of some sort) with the bedroom door opposite the children's rooms wide open, texting the girls later with a "tell Natalie she can rim me when I get home!" and explaining the word meaning to their puzzled, disgusted faces, and yet no divorce having even been filed for by Andy, with no paperwork exchanged, and no record that proceedings have ever been undertaken). He makes an unusual lawman. One wonders if he photocopies the statutes of English Law for use at work so he can take these binding principles into the toilet and wipe his arse with them. The ease with which he commits perjury is breath-taking.
Adopting the term “partner” seems the best that most of this society can do. Much as I acquiesce to it over any other conventions of the vileness of modernity that they could fling out, I don’t see any particular problem with the term “girlfriend” being used for Abby, as I’m sure they see less of a problem over calling me her boyfriend, the term “stepfather” not having occurred to anyone professional, just as they show a slight preference for “biological parent” over “mother” when describing Abby. It’s strange that they seem to have mixed and matched these two basic pairings in a weighted manner, somewhat to my detriment if one thinks about it. I hope my lines on this topic display a cold, sad irony to that flippant, perfunctory dismissal.
I miss my stepdaughters immeasurably.
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