Friday, 25 December 2020


Be afraid, be very afraid...

The last four years have been miserable, an era of uninterrupted bipartisan fury, fake news and endless propaganda. It was about Brexit, and to some extent Donald Trump. I got so weary of it that I stopped watching BBC news altogether. The year of wrath 2020 has been not only no different to this but much worse. Now the issue is a mysterious malady, with an infinitesmally small mortality rate (something like 98% of people recover), from which governments the world over have run scared as from bubonic plague (which has a cure), and enacted revolutionary and damaging policies which have effected virtually all aspects of public, and indeed private, life. To foment the right amount of fear in the gullible public, to wear down complacency and to ensure that mavericks like me know their place (at the very bottom of the social ladder, ignored, penniless, not very important...who needs the gulag?!), this government, once thought of as a right-wing junta by some, has spent billions of non-existent money on propaganda. Like this:

And this:

It's worthy of Eisenstein, and most people swallow it! I've had a few memorable interactions with customers at my place of work that convince me, as they would convince O'Brien, that resistence from ordinary people to the revolutionary confiscation of their connoted liberties, is just not an issue. One silly old fool, an elderly woman whom I asked to temporarily lower her damp, loose-fitting face muzzle so that I could understand her, said with surprising conviction: "I'm not taking it off!" I heard that! Others, totally unphased by the universal quarantine of perfectly healthy people, go about thinking that they are doing their bit by supporting the deliberate destruction of private proprietorship, by consciously avoiding their own families and generally acting in a paniced, unnatural way. Years from now, say when I'm in my 70's and people look back at this period and they ask some doddering old contemporary what life was like before, do you think they'd be able to say? Would it be like the old man in Nineteen Eighty-Four blabbering about top hats? If some curious mind asked me, I would remember simple liberties; the ability to embrace loved ones without fear of some toxic menace, or to take a drive into the country and not be stopped by police and asked intrusive questions.

I began this post over a week ago. Since that time we've heard that Lord Protector Johnson, like his Commonwealth predecessor, has cancelled Christmas. This after a lightly-made promise of five days of relative freedom to enjoy a long-hoped-for Christmas with loved ones, all at the bounty and grace of the nanny all-powerful state. It seems that there is a new, more contagious mutation of coronavirus. No more deadly than its cousin, but enough to exact a terrible penalty on small businesses and ruin the festive plans of millions of people. I see no end to this. It's the biggest confidence trick in the history of civilisation. People talk of the vaccine as some kind of panacea but it will make no difference. We have been sleepwalking into a despotism the moment we acquiesced to the first lockdown. Who knew that it would drag on for as long as this?! Since March I have seen one friend, once, for about five hours, back in August. This is the year in which my dear mother passed away. When my dog Lucy died in 2013 I remember clearly my friends gathering round me. I have had no such succour this year. I'm also clearly suffering cabin fever because I've fallen head over heels for a young man at work whom under normal conditions I wouldn't look twice at. Life just seems a long-drawn-out sequence of despair, to the extent that I am doubting the existence of Hell because I can't see how it could be worse than the present life. We truly live in revolutionary times.

How did this come about? The last century was hellish enough, fluctuating between sacrilege (the slaying, by Jews, of the Romanovs) and gross hedonism. We had an overabundance of ideas, we've seen the greatest misallocation of capital in the history of the world, and three or four generations of materialism. These are much better conditions for revolution than Orthodox Russia in 1917. Add to these conditions the brave new world of technology, the automisation of manual labour and mass surveillance, mass immigration, etc. It's all very worrying.

I've no doubt you've heard of the "Great Reset" at some point recently. Klaus Schwab, a German globalist not dissimilar to the late Peter Sutherland, has written a book purporting to use Covid-19 (or rather the global response thereto) as the stimulant for a revolution in capitalism and to "reset" things. There is little doubt in my mind the sort of world he wants to create. It will be a totalitarian world in which all wealth is concentrated in the hands of an elite of corporate types like Jeff Bezos and Mark Zuckerberg. There will be no national governments, only One World Government (perhaps headquartered in Jerusalem) with regional governors. It will be a collectivist world in which poverty is the norm; light, heat, water, and electricity will be rationed. Workers will have no rights and there will be no private proprietorship. In fact private life as we know it will end; there will be no marriages, no home schooling of children. The state will be all powerful. There will be no culture, no galleries, no theatres, no music. All human contact will be forbidden; on your rare state-permitted trip to the supermarket (no more greengrocers or fact consumption of meat will be forbidden too) you will be tracked on your mandatory mobile device, which will be necessary to make payments and engage in other formerly free routines of daily living, and you will be forbidden to touch anyone or look at anyone, or engage in small talk. Drug use and alcoholism will rise exponentially, as will suicide. Horrible diseases like cancer will rise due to the chemicals the Big Supermarkets put into food; growing your own produce will be forbidden.

In some ways this horrible reality was here before the virus came; we just didn't notice it or chose not to because of its comparative softness. We exchanged liberty for something else, whether belonging or feeling relevant. Having made that sacrifice for consumerism the state was poised to take more. And it is simply against nature. It is the essence of Marxism: ideologically it seeks to extract human nature and mould it into something else, and it repeatedly fails. But it is relentless. Winston Smith put his trust in the Proles. O'Brien dashed that vain hope, and O'Brien is right. There is no hope in ordinary people, like the doddering old woman mumbling behind her mask. There is no silent majority. Schwab is right, we do need a "great reset." But we need a Scouring of the Shires, not more ruffians and more gatherers.

My heart goes out to you this Christmas if you are alone. I'm fortunate that I have my father and brother around me today. I suppose all we can do is take comfort in the Christmas message as we await the coming of a new civil year, and a Spring of little hope.

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