This is the part of this little trilogy that I found the hardest to write, because it forces me (and thus you) to confront the possibility that we, as a nation and as aware, responsible individuals, will be unable to thwart the threat that Islam now poses.
If we fail to wake enough people up, we will assuredly go under; demography alone makes this an entirely inevitable outcome.
Even absent further acts of terrorism, even absent any further growth in the rate of murder, rape, violence, drug abuse, drug dealing and petty criminality endemic to the Religion of Peace, its adherents’ near to 4:1 reproductive advantage over us means that by the end of the 2040s at the very latest, their numerical advantage will be impossible to overcome. Muslims will become increasingly able to shift voting patterns (as we saw in the most recent General Election), ultimately giving them a decisive say in setting public policy. At this point, life for non- Muslims in this country will become very unpleasant indeed.
Freedom of speech will vanish entirely, and we are already starting to see the early signs of this. This weakens our ability to put up a fight, and we must fight tooth-and-nail to resist it.
We are talking, at the outside, 25 to 30 years before this becomes a reality. As I expect all of us have done from time to time, I used to wish that I were younger than I am; no longer do I.
I’m sorry to put this so bluntly, but this is going to be a fight to the death, most likely in my lifetime and in yours.
One way we may prevail is to raise awareness as much as we can, and I guess this is really my mission; this is why I write, and why I talk about it to the people I meet in my life.
I’ll tell it to a doorpost, if I can get it to stay still long enough, I’ll tell it to my dog, just to rehearse it.
One thing I have noticed, is that talking to younger folk about this issue can be challenging, to say the least, and I’m not talking about people that much younger. For the most part, they are late 30 to late 40 year-olds who do not even want to contemplate the issue.
There seems to me to be a clear generational divide, in terms of perception and understanding of the problem, and I’ve picked up a real sense of avoidance and unwillingness to engage in it. These are good friends, good people, and I know if I push too hard, I’ll lose them, in the debate and possibly as friends, too. I need to play a long, long game with them.
I have some theories as to why this might be: I read books, they don’t; they are hooked on broadcast TV, while I am not – I loathe it; they will take at face value, practically anything that the mainstream chooses to tell them, while I question practically everything I hear from it.
We do have some great younger people on side, and that gives me a lot of hope. Paul Joseph Watson and Tommy Robinson are both in their early thirties. At last Friday’s GP dinner, I was very pleased to meet people much younger than me who really do get it, and who are already bringing the fight.
The people I referred to earlier, though, are childless. And this brings me to a particularly contentious point: how should we raise the issue with people who do have children and grandchildren?
I think we must find ways to do so. It may be that some of our childless friends, particularly our younger ones, are unreachable, and it is certain that those with children can be reached, and can be persuaded. We need to find kind-hearted ways of breaking what will likely be very frightening news.
I freely admit that I find this very difficult. I have friends with young children, and I don’t want to ruin a nice weekend afternoon in the pub scaring the shit out of them. Contemplating this issue has cost childless me many a sleepless night, after all, and there is an established track-record of the bearer of ill tidings to be, if not shot, then ignored.
But we absolutely must still engage with them, without alienating them. We must play a long, subtle game here. I suppose we could steal a phrase from our government here – we have to use “nudge” tactics.
And if we still lose? Then the timing will be critical, and the destination, final.
Timing: What would be valid grounds for bugging out? What will the early warning sirens sound like?
We are already hearing them, in my view. The ever-increasing attacks, for one thing. The ever-increasing limitations on our freedom of speech, for another. The ever more deafening propaganda from the mainstream establishment media. More evidence, if ever it was needed, of the on-going infiltration and corruption of our legislature, judiciary and police, our civil service and our educators, by forces that clearly do not wish us well.
Add to this, the invasion of Europe that Merkel has encouraged, under the pretence of an imagined humanitarian ideal and in atonement for German war-guilt. The unwillingness of our governments (all of them, and for years) to even acknowledge, much less tackle the problem. The utter ineptitude of Theresa May as Prime Minister and formerly, Home Secretary, and the utter ineptitude of her lamentable successor to that post, Amber Rudd.
And finally, the possibility of a government lead by The Right Honourable Jeremy Bernard Corbyn, MP (Islington North), something that our current Prime Minister, through her incompetence, has made more than passing likely.
This latter is something of a red line for me. Some here have said that maybe it would be a good thing – that maybe the realities of a full-on socialist government under Corbyn’s leadership would teach the British public never to vote Labour again, that maybe we could survive it.
Frankly, I could not disagree more. Just a single year of Corbyn, with McDonnell as Chancellor and Diane Abbott as Home Secretary (just think about that last, for God’s sake), would mean a rapid decline in our fortune, and in every possible sense of the word, spell disaster for us.
We are, after all, talking about people who openly supported the IRA during the Troubles, who openly supported Hugo Chavez and who now openly support his successor, the odious Nicolás Maduro. We are talking about a potential Prime Minister and Chancellor who happily shared platforms with Hamas and Hiz’bollah representatives as “friends”. And, while we’re at it, let’s not forget whose Member of Parliament, councillors and paid employees in Rotherham Metropolitan Borough Council it was that turned a blind eye to the rape of 1,400 children, until they could no longer get away with doing so or were forcibly, belatedly removed from office.
A Corbyn government would most likely motivate me to bug out, sooner rather than later. Sooner, because were I to delay too long, such a government could make escape difficult and possibly impossible.
Destination: A good question, and one that vexes me greatly.
I am no stranger to relocating. While often very expensive, and always fatiguing and tedious, moving to a country that enjoys and sympathises with commonly held core cultural values should not be a problem.
Much depends on how the political landscape lies now, and may lie in the future in your choice of new home. One must look at countries with long term prospects of being able to withstand the migration onslaught.
I have previously lived in the United States and in Canada. For political reasons, Canada is not on my list, but the language and the culture in the US should not be considered an obstacle. The US has two additional lures for those of our political persuasion, the First and Second Amendments.
There are other, more significant barriers to entry to the United States, though. Age is one, money is another.
Unless migrating to the United States for marriage to a US citizen (the K3 visa), there are currently few options for UK citizens. People with exceptional (meaning, marketable and taxable) skills can migrate under the OB1/2 visa programme. Milo Yiannopoulos has followed this route.
The only remaining option, as far as I can see, is the so-called retirement visa, the EB3, which is not a retirement visa at all, but the promise after two years, of a residency permit in exchange for a $500,000 investment in a USG -approved business, a business targeted to provide employment in deprived, mostly urban areas, with all the problems, and all the risks that such an investment might bring … including the total loss of your half a mil, if the government regulated business goes belly-up. As if that wasn’t enough, there are also legal fees to consider in obtaining an EB3 in the first place.
President Trump has signalled that he wants to roll back the 1965 Immigration Act. I doubt that this can be achieved in a single term, so here, much depends on him getting re-elected in the ’20 election, and not getting overthrown or murdered by the Left beforehand. If he succeeds in this ambition, it could make a major difference, by making emigration more viable and less expensive.
So where else? As a child of the Cold War sixties, I am amazed to find myself looking toward the East, toward the Visegrad nations, as the only four European countries with the will and the stamina to resist the siren calls of the EU Commission to accept Muslim migrants.
Hungary is particularly attractive, as is the Czech Republic, but in each there is a high language barrier. Their languages are difficult to learn. The financial barriers are much lower, and with finessed timing, there should be fewer visa barriers as well. In all four countries, much depends on the staying power of their leaders. If Victor Orbán manages another term, then so much the better.
I don’t want to move. Moving is a bugger, and the older one gets, the truer that becomes. I don’t want to be a stranger in a strange land, but by the same token, I don’t want to become a stranger in my own land.
I want to make it clear that there is only one thing that is causing me to even think of relocating, and that reason isn’t based on race. It’s not even based on an individual’s religious affiliation. I will always take every Muslim as I find him. I have only one reason for wanting to leave, and that is the rise of a so-called religion (really an ideology), that wishes me and mine harm, and our government’s and our co-opted media’s apparent whole-hearted support of it.
I don’t like seeing comments of the basest kind directed against a Conservative MP, Kemi Badenoch, based purely on the colour of her skin, as I recently saw online. Such comments degrade their authors, and do much to discredit and damage our cause. Even were Badenoch not on our side, brexiteer, small-c conservative as she is, such comments are shameful, and, furthermore, serve only to give the Left all the ammunition they could possibly wish for.
David Lammy and Diane Abbott are as they are, because they are corrupt, thick-as-mince time-serving opportunists, and for no other reason. There is still a handful of decent Labour MPs, and there are still some voices on the Left that can be trusted. We must become colour-blind, in my view.
Some people might not like me saying this, but I just don’t care. This struggle is about one thing, and one thing only, and at the end of the day, we all know what that thing is, and we know that race and race-baiting must have no part of it.
Let’s win this. Let’s at least try to. For, if we lose, we will not be given a second chance.
Parts one and two here.