I don’t really do holidays but I have taken a few days out to go and watch aeroplanes. Again I’ve been camping on the end of Lakenheath runway looking that perfect photograph. The above F35 is one such example.
As you might imagine, after three days of bingeing on jet fumes, I’m having difficulty getting my head back in the game. One look at X after a little time off and I wonder how it it that any of this occupies even a nanosecond of my time, let alone consume all of it. Apparently, Sydney Sweeney (an actress) has appeared in a jeans advert which now makes wearing jeans “far right”. I struggle to accept this insanity is my normality, so until my head is properly back in the game, I thought I’d re-post an article I committed to X earlier today…
Last year I was invited up to a New Culture Forum meeting in Newcastle. It was shortly before the general election. Since I don’t get up there very often I decided to make a day of it and have a look round the region. Out of curiosity I made a stop at Sunderland. I make a point going to Britain’s forgotten corners whenever I can. They have many tales to tell.
Close to an election I expected to see Labour posters up and around the place. Not a sausage though. There was outward sign that an election was happening at all. This was a sharp contrast with Bradford, my place of origin, where the whole of the Great Horton Road was plastered with election material, all featuring the flag of Palestine. This tells us something. The white working class has tuned out of democracy, while the Pakistani immigrant communities see it as a means to take control. With turnouts being so low, the spoils go to those who turn up.
This is a problem. Ethnic minorities are now overrepresented in politics, and as we have seen from the new independent MPs, they are here to represent their ethnic interests. If you happen to be a native, and have the misfortune to live in a Moslem area, you have no representation. You are outside the tribe, and the winner takes it all.
What you see on the surface, though, is just the tip of the iceberg. What we’re looking at is parallel society with its own power structures and values. Assimilation is minimal and interaction with the natives is also minimal.
Central to this problem is the mosques themselves. They are not, as we might imagine them, places of worship like a church. A desert religion has no need of them. To worship in Islam, all you need is a prayer mat and you can pray anywhere. The mosque, in the British context, is more akin with a town hall; a social focal point through which business and politics are conducted. Lots of fingers in lots of pies. From legitimate enterprises, through to organised crime - including money laundering, narcotics, counterfeiting, prostitution, and grooming. Crime networks are tied to family and ethnicity. Were mosques surveilled properly, we would not be at all surprised by the findings.
That Moslem owned enterprises are less than above board is news to nobody in Bradford. The signs are all there is you choose to look. I mean, why would there be an ice slushy café on a main road, open in early April, with three middle aged Pakistani men sat at a table in the middle of the day with new Audis parked outside? Is there something these men know about running shops that has eluded the natives that they could be so wildly successful - despite the obvious absence of customers?
This is where authorities should be looking for corruption but presently we’re looking in all the wrong places. Ever since the election of Donald Trump the British right has been infatuated with idea of a DOGE, prompting Reform’s Zia Yusuf to go at council books with a red pen, in the hope of finding massive corruption and waste. It’s turned out to be less fruitful than they’d imagined. Reform controlled areas are not where the mother lode is to be found.
What we actually need is an independent anti-corruption squad with teeth, that isn’t in any way encumbered with sensitivity to diversity. We should recall that while there are different strands to the organised crime, a rather large component of it is the trafficking of teenage girls as a business. It’s a child prostitution racket and there’s serious money involved.
On the scale we’ve seen, this is not a dark underbelly. It’s an open secret, as is the drug trade and the money laundering we see on our high streets. You don’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to uncover it. The bottom line is if you want to get a grip on organised crime, your first port of call for surveillance is the mosques. They’re at the epicentre of electoral fraud, sectarianism, extremism and crime. Grooming being just one criminal activity in a spectrum of crime types, the common factor being the Baradari crime syndicates.
With this in mind, when Kemi Badenoch talks about the need for an “integration strategy”, I have to assume the good lady is away with the fairies. We are dealing with an immigrant cohort that couldn’t possibly integrate if it wanted to, has no incentive to do so, and so far as they’re concerned, they’ve got everything the way they want it already. The have control over local politics, they’re a law unto themselves, and so long as they can pull the race card, they’re virtually untouchable. As such, they are not immigrants. They are settler colonists.
Unless we are prepared to unshackle ourselves from the binds of political correctness, there is no end to this. The Westminster bubble and its adjacent quangos talk about establishing a shared idea of Britishness, and promoting it with a view to repairing social cohesion. These people are simply not on this planet. There is no social engineering solution to this. There is nothing a nudge unit can do to make Moslem communities abandon their entire social hierarchy.
There is only one approach to this that stands any chance of working. It must start from the premise that these people are not wanted or needed, and were certainly not invited by the British people. They are not welcome. Nothing of their contribution would be missed. We must use every means at our disposal to encourage them to leave.
This starts with hostile environment measures. We must obviously ban the burka, scrap translation services, ban cousin marriage, shutter mosques for any infraction of the law, and employ every enforcement arm of local and national government to close down their criminal enterprises. If at the end of that we have to bribe them to leave, then that would be money well spent, because the alternatives are a magnitude worse.
Left unchecked, there is no end to the grooming, the crime, the sectarianism and political corruption, and soon the Moslem bloc vote will ensure the main parties are dancing to their tune. We have already seen Labour MPs in marginal constituencies bending towards the Moslem drive for blasphemy laws, and it won’t stop there. Here begins a salami slicing of enlightenment values. Any society that allows it a foothold has a death wish.
These migrant ghetto areas in our cities, so often Muslim based around their own mosque, are like cuckoos in another birds nest - growing bigger by the day feed by the resident bird with the ultimate aim of taking over the nest having kicked out the natural chicks.
To those with eyes to see this is obvious but to our political class, through one or all three of these trio of evils inflicting them, namely being woke,gutless or ignorant, nothing gets done.
Established Britons need to wake up before it is too late to prevent the serious civil unrest at best or civil war at worst.
We had a Muslim move in next door to us. She was surrounded by teenage girls, one in an abayyah who sat and had their duties explained. When I asked her who they were, she told me they were her "cousins".
She was also into drugs she proudly told me. She had three children all under 10. She also told me she had just come out of prison. She was a traveller.
Every now and then her husband would turn up in a huge Mercedes with recent number plates. Then he would go.
She was here for two ghastly years. I tried to report her to the police but could not do so. They live some twenty miles away and doing it over the phone was not a good idea. During that time, she paid no bills at all - leaving them all to the landlord who now lives there himself. He was furious with her and her absentee husband.