Right now, I have almost everything going for me. I am free of debt, I have good health, and I live in a small village in a very nice part of South Somerset, an area so agreeable that it merits a future GP “Postcard From” article.
It’s a good place to be: there’s an excellent local pub, another one on the hill for when ours is closed, and another one in the next village when I get bored with the first two. There’s loads of good walking to be had, a good thing as I have a dog who likes long walks. The land is very productive, with all forms of conventionally edible animal represented (including one of my favourites, the pig) together with a good variety of arable and fruit farming (including apples, for cider). One might accurately describe the area as being prosperous without being enriched.
Every time we go for a walk to go to one of the pubs, or just to walk, we will end up meeting people we know and like. There are many reasons to stay put, but good walks, good pubs and good company have to be some of the best ones.
If I knew no better, then I would have no cause at all to even ask; I should clearly stay. And yet, I do ask, because I do have cause to.
With all that is going on elsewhere, well away from my currently very safe space (to hijack a pet phrase of the Left), with each new “incident” reported, or more likely, either not reported at all, or minimised by the mainstream, I find myself asking this question more often.
I am compelled to ask, at least in part from having travelled a fair bit, throughout both the civilised world and the islamic world, and having studied the rise of the “religion of peace” for the past twenty years, particularly closely in the past five. I have seen for myself how quickly things can go wrong, how quickly they can unravel like a cheap sweater, and how appalling the effects can be. History and travel are good tutors, and we ignore their teachings at our peril.
I have arrived at two positions on this matter, which I have often stated here on Going Postal, and on Fatbuddy’s site, and on twitter, which are as follows:
• I do not wish to live in a rapidly Islamising country
• I do not wish to live under a Corbyn-lead UK
Both of these positions are non-negotiable as far as I am concerned. So fervently do I hold them that there is literally nothing that anyone, anywhere, no matter how influential, well known or well placed they may be, would be able to do or say to shake me from them.
I consider the realisation of the first, absent a major change in public policy direction, to be inevitable. This country, as is most of the wider European region, is rapidly Islamising.
Corbyn ascending the Downing Street throne, though not yet inevitable, if realised, will rapidly accelerate this trend. The reality of Corbyn as PM will make an already perilous situation far, far worse, and will make it practically irreversible, if it isn’t already.
Even absent Labour’s well- established reputation for economic mismanagement, theirs and the wider Left’s current infatuation with all things Islamic, together with their never-ending eagerness to find excuses for the many excesses of the so-called religion of peace poses a significant risk to the UK, and thus, to me, and to the places and the people I care most about.
Our political and media classes are utterly unsuited to the task of confronting those who pose that threat. They rarely name them or their cause, and when events make naming unavoidable, they use establishment- approved speech code (“so-called Islamic State”, “nothing-to-do-with” and “the vast majority/minority of” being well worn, if not by now, to us at least, thoroughly worn-out examples).
Worse, lately, state and media have started to collaborate in a joint project to suppress free speech expressing any concern about mass-migration in general and muslim migration in particular, and as such, are collaborating with those posing the threat, to the extent that they have themselves become a part of it.
Jon Snow pumping out pro-Islam puff-pieces on Channel 4 News at 7pm, five evenings a week, for God knows how long, clearly was not enough for them. Now they’re all at it: all of the UK’s TV news media routinely lies to us too, on the hour, every hour. The deception takes many forms, one of which is simply not to report at all, if the latest outrage is small enough to ignore, if the body count was lo/no, regardless of the forever changed lives of the mutilated survivors.
If the atrocity is so horrific that it can’t be ignored, then it will be lied about and spun (Manchester); minimised (who, apart from people like us who actually do care, know who Ebba Åkerlund was, or how old she was, or exactly where and exactly how she died); information will be completely flipped or withheld (The Poor Rohingyas) and then shut down as soon as possible (Parsons Green), usually as soon as the next anti-Trump or anti-Brexit bash-fest bullshit can be manufactured from whole cloth.
#FakeNews may be clumsy terminology, but it’ll do. It summarises how truly crap, how compromised, and how corrupt our news media has become. #C4News is the still state-owned, slightly retarded and inbred first cousin of #AnotherBeauty, the SCBBC, the one that forces its audience to fund it, regardless of whether this same audience wants to watch it or not. Sky and ITV’s news output is no better.
UK network TV news, practically all of it, is a disgrace, an affront both to the truth and to the very concept of free speech. The last major player with any integrity, Andrew Neil, is gradually withdrawing from appearances on the BBC’s Daily Politics, citing his age (he’s 69) and a desire to get his life back – reasonable, though I suspect that there’s a lot more to this than either he or the BBC will ever tell us. Whatever the real cause, Neil’s departure from the circus is hardly good news for us. Most of his colleagues are political and intellectual pygmies.
Our media class regard themselves as our rulers, and without doubt, they are far too close to those we’ve elected to be our actual leaders and our legislators, our MPs and also to our unelected masters in the HoL and the civil service. Because of this closeness, because of this very blurred line, our political elite, in a kind of horrid lockstep, a sick, symbiotic relationship with the media, become more corrupt, more compromised and more complicit, almost with each passing day.
Can we hope for any of the legacy parties or the media to dig us out of this hole? The one that they themselves have dug for us?
I doubt it. They dug it, probably deliberately, for us to fall into. We can hardly expect them to reverse course and fill it in.
I can leave. I’m lucky. I can get out, if I need to or want to.
So what should I do? Go, or stay? Flight or fight?
I love this country. I love where I live. I care for the people I live around. These are my people. This is my country. They are both worth fighting for. And we face a threat unprecedented in modern times.
I bet I am not the only one here wondering and pondering. I bet I’m not the first one here thinking ahead, thinking SHTF scenarios. Thinking, I might be able to go now, but what if that changes?
Thinking “how can I prevent what seems now to be inevitable, what can I do?”
I have some answers, and I’ll consider them in the next part. In the meantime, I hope that this one provokes some discussion. This is what GP is all about … free speech, the free exchange of ideas. Feel free to comment – no-one reads them anyway.