I recently watched an interview with John Mearsheimer discussing the Iran War in which he expressed his concern that the Jewish people, rather than merely the “Zionist Lobby”, will be blamed for the debacle. Mearsheimer’s now-famous book, The Lobby, detailed the extent and political power of Israeli-aligned power players in shaping American foreign policy objectives, and their sprawling network of censors and incentives to ensure that everyone stays in line and doesn’t ask too many questions.

Those questions are certainly being asked now. As I noted to Millennial Woes recently, we seem like squishy moderates on the issue compared to what people with far greater platforms than ours routinely say.

When I first began consuming content on the “JQ” around 2013, YouTube was a far freer, less restricted place, though actual white nationalist content didn’t amount to much more than perhaps two podcasts and five articles a week. William Luther Pierce’s monologues, mash-ups of Hitler speeches and documentaries questioning events in World War II, were commonplace. A documentary on the history of Hollywood and the content of the movie industry, called An Empire of Their Own, made an impression on me, as did Kevin MacDonald’s Culture of Critique.

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In this month’s round-up, I read through March’s articles and offer some thoughts on the growing animosity between Europeans and Americans. Despite the venom being spewed online, I still don’t actually consider myself anti-American, but that doesn’t mean I stay silent while the Trump movement goes insane.

My stream Auron on Spengler’s Second Religiousne…

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On the day Donald Trump descended his golden escalator in 2015 and announced to the world that he was running for president, the world knew that we were in for a good show. Left-liberals had a perfect embodiment of a villain, and right-leaning conservatives and nationalists finally had a great, loud, politically incorrect champion.

The idea that politics was mere entertainment was not new when the Trumpian age began, but there can be little doubt that the TV show aspect came to the fore. Indeed, the hallmark of the Trumpian age is that there was almost nothing outside of the sales pitch and the various narrative threads. The comparisons to Jerry Springer or professional wrestling were both legion and entirely accurate. There were storylines instead of strategy; heel-turns and enemies of the week rather than ideology. There was even the archetypal three-act structure of New Hope, backlash and defeat, followed by triumphant return.

Trump’s uncanny knack for creating new perceptions of reality through force of personality and bombast often seemed to contain reality itself, like sitting in the cinema and becoming so engrossed that you forget who you’re with, or where you’re sitting. The last ten years were a bewildering storm of imagery and iconic photos of Trump. The “fight, fight, fight” defiance post-assassination attempt, the mugshot, the sombre, gloomy walk toward a podium in an aircraft hangar, Trump barking at the boy mowing the lawn.

Yet, ever gnawing in the back of the mind, at least, was the question of where this would all end. Would Donald Trump simply shuffle off to play golf after the second term? Would he be impeached at some point? Would he enact the mass deportation schemes?

Fundamentally, we now see that the final act of the saga is ending more like a tragedy. The war with Iran has untethered Donald Trump’s nemesis, his greatest foe: hard material reality.

The Venezuela escapade that preceded the Iran war was typically Trumpian - no casualties, amazing visuals, cartoonish bad guy snatched, back in time for cornflakes. This Tom Clancy-style derring-do likely increased the administration’s confidence to take the next step, to go for the Big One.

Unfortunately, the nature of the bear trap that Trump has ensnared himself in is entirely his belief that he could talk, shout, and post on social media his way out of any situation. Some of the old magic still lingers, such as manipulating markets through statements to quell their panic, but that’s dwindling.

The idea that you can announce negotiations that aren’t actually happening, to sway public opinion, now seems farcical and insulting. Demanding “unconditional surrender” because of its connotations with World War II and Eisenhower also falls flat.

The military bases remain wrecked, the military personnel remain dead, critical supply chains remain blocked, and Iran’s hypersonic missiles remain active. The Epstein Files could be ignored or tampered with or downplayed, but a farmer’s inability to spray fertiliser on his crops cannot, nor can empty petrol nozzles.

The Trumpian Age, as a grand saga, is becoming a tragedy and a cautionary morality play. It is the story of a supreme narcissist who came to believe that he could flout the laws of nature and physical constraints through sheer force of personality, like a wizard or an illusionist, conjuring memetic spells to hypnotise his legions of followers. Yet the nature of the bear trap negates any such rhetoric or bluster because it is tethering MAGA to a different form - a different, harder existence.

A fork in the road stands before the American Government. One road leads to a full retreat, defeat and flight from the chaos it created, leaving Israel to fend for itself and facing a rout from the Middle East and severe loss of prestige on the world stage. The almighty petrodollar would be brought into question, and therefore also America’s ability to accrue endless debt.

Alternatively, it is the road toward escalation, a full-blown invasion, and stacks of body bags in what would undoubtedly become a bloodbath that could fail anyway.

No anecdotes can change this, no funny little dances, no lambasting allies as cowards and no sad utterances that America can simply leave, nothing can change the paucity of options.

During and after Trump’s last presidential run, his loyalists took to telling naysayers to “get in the crystal”. Yet it is now quite clear that it is Trump and his loyalists who inhabit a separate astral plain.

The options available to Trump within the confines of his own mind seem infinitely more rosy, less existential, and less real. In this fantasy realm, Iran acquired Tomahawk missiles and fired them at their own girls’ school. Iran is on its last legs, and the rebels will storm the offices of the state at any moment. It’s just a matter of time before the fleets of other countries arrive in the Strait of Hormuz to form a grand coalition - under Trump’s sovereignty, of course.

Trump’s version of vainly ordering long-lost Panzer divisions into battle is to regurgitate patter and old one-liners, to do the funny little dance from the rallies one more time.

This, all the while, Trump himself becomes a meme via Iranian AI propaganda.

The man who once held perceptual reality in his hand now finds himself crushed in the grip of physics.

But then again, the same could be said for the West writ large. The postmodern reality television era was only possible in times of plenty, when the circus encompassed everything because we never had to think about the bread. But as fertiliser stocks deplete, inflation soars, and policies emerge to ration fuel, the desert of the real will return.

The intricate lattice of supply chains, critical infrastructure, energy demand and supply, and just-in-time economic models has, like Trump, been revealed as a fragile sham.

Millennial Woes joins me for a lengthy discussion on the Iran War. We discuss the changing discourse around Zionism, the incoherent messaging from the Trump administration, the justifications for the war, Europe, energy, and how this chaos might be resolved, and much more.

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A Scottish guy pontificating about the world we are living in, and heading towards.

It appears that severe economic strain and crippling energy prices are now baked into the near future. I am a pessimist by nature; studying Spengler’s The Decline of the West merely formed an intellectual and philosophical underpinning for what I felt in my gut. Why were great works of art and musical symphonies a thing of the past? What was the eerie hollowness inherent in a zeitgeist that only concerned itself with money?

A difficult question arises if one forms one’s worldview on the premise that things will only get worse, not better. Namely, what is to be done? Or what can be done? Are there no political solutions? What if we were all materially better off?

A few years ago, I wrote an article asking whether the West was an elephant tottering around on fragile stilts. While my focus was primarily on internet cables rather than energy supplies, the disconcerting truth that our technological marvel of modernity is propped up on flimsy balsa-wood foundations has re-emerged amid the war in Iran.

Never a platform to shy away from hyperbole, the Daily Mail carried this headline:

It is impossible to say whether this doomsday forecast will come to fruition, but at least some degree of pain seems unavoidable at this point. What the article will not mention, of course, is that the population is now highly “diverse” and, given enough strain, likely to fracture into ethnic and identitarian lines, drastically compounding the stress on society.

Here, we witness the agonising folly of creating a multicultural society lubricated with debt-wealth and childish ideals conjured up in focus groups. The truth of it is that multicultural Britain has never been stress-tested, not really. A homogenous country can withstand famines and wars, economic collapse, and cold, but a society divided against itself by government decree? A nation comprised of rival tribes and the wandering waifs and strays who washed up on the shore for lucre?

I’m a pessimist, but not a nihilist. To return to the question of what must be done if gradual decline is inevitable, like the changing of the seasons, the answer I came to long ago was that the damage and suffering must be mitigated as much as possible.

Pro-immigration advocates, such as Zoe Gardner, have already made it clear that no numbers of murders and rapes offset the alleged advantages of mass immigration, as she states here:

Drill down through sanctimony, and what Gardner is essentially arguing is that we must import foreign human biomass because we are not sufficiently replicating our own human biomass. If we fail to do so, then the “system” comes under duress. Fundamentally, the system of infinite growth and neoliberal economics must prevail, not distinct ethnicities. In this frame, humans are no different from the energy supplies currently burning in the sands of Arabia and the Persian Gulf, a resource or capital that greases the Globalist Tower of Babel.

Yet, we now see that the system is cracking at the macro level, regardless of how many immigrants we have paying for pensions and acting as human quantitative easing for the bond markets.

The already highly dubious merits of the pro-immigration argument become untenable if the raw infrastructure is in flames. All that remains are minority white towns and cities, poisoned with seething sectarianism and resentment. All for nought.

The argument that “you may not like immigration, but it keeps the system running” assumes that negative outcomes can be offset, but they now seem to be arriving anyway. The multi-ethnic tinderbox has thus created a situation worse than simply being poor, worse than facing “hard times”; it is a force multiplier of misery and strife.

It is true that a white-only UK would have too many old people relative to the young. It would be a challenge, it would be a struggle, but eventually, thanks in no small part to the housing stock being easily affordable due to a declining population, people would settle, and the situation would improve. There are worse things than being poor. There are scenarios that are infinitely worse than returning to the diets our people had in the 1950s; it’s just that so imbued are we with the spirit of progressivism that spells of hardship have become unthinkable.

The satanic bargain our civilisation has been built upon is that we can inhabit an eternal summer, the days will be forever long, the harvests rich, and the honey sweet. All it has cost us is our land, our future, and our souls. The very idea that we should lower expectations, make do, and retreat to restore our energy, is anathema.

Hard times are coming, whether because of the latest madness in the Middle East or some other, as-yet-unknown factor. What would have been hard times in a high-trust, homogenous society will instead be hard times alongside foreigners gaming the systems and the handouts based on their own tribal, in-group loyalties that have been expunged from the natives.

So what is to be done?

The answer that I have given for years is localism and trust networks.

A few years ago, I spent a few days clearing brambles and undergrowth from an old man’s garden. I knew him from the local pub. It wasn’t a big job, cutting back with shears, strimming and rough turning over of the modest patch of soil. A few weeks later, he suddenly appeared at my door with cardboard boxes stuffed with seed potatoes ready to be chitted. So many, in fact, that I didn’t have the growing space for them all. I could call it even here, a favour for a favour. Instead, I intend to bring him a basket of leeks, beans, and tomatoes in midsummer when I go to the pub.

Rather than wax lyrical about localism or growing vegetables, let us instead consider what has taken place between men entirely outside of the system.

1. Firstly, the isolating shackles of atomisation must be severed, and contact must be made with other men in the area

2. A common ground has been found through conversation, and a favour offered

3. The favour is subsequently reciprocated by the delivery of an abundance of goods

4. The foundations will, in the future, be built upon by a further exchange

5. With trust now established, further favours and services can be arranged. For example, the old man has a friend who is a retired mechanic, and he has a son who knows a lot about fixing computers.

Nothing grandiose is taking place here. There are no grand unifying theories or ideologies. It is instead the awkward, tentative steps back away from the isolated individual reliant on systems and the embryonic emergence of trust networks. It is what will bolster the native population in the face of imported tribalism (who are doing the same), what will survive when the stilts crack and splinter under the bloated bulk of the elephant.

It is what will remain when politics and everything else fail.

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Endeavour and I jump into the 2016 depiction of the origins of fast food giant McDonald’s. We discuss how McDonald’s rebranded patriotism, placing itself at the centre and creating a theology of capitalism.

Is hollowing out traditions and identity intrinsic to the nature of mass and scale capitalism? How can the political right claim to be conservative while also embracing dog-eat-dog economic models?

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The Retard War began on the 28th of February 2026 when the Americans bombed the spiritual leader of Shia Islam and 160 girls in an Iranian school. This was it, then. This was why the woke was put away, this was why Trump’s myriad legal challenges and court cases were mysteriously dropped. This, as ordained by God, was why Trump survived assassination. It wasn’t a “forever war”, because it wasn’t a war, it was a “special military intervention”, or a “precision strike mission”, or something.

The grand strategy was to prevent Iran from ever attaining the nuclear weapons programme that had been obliterated the previous year. As well as regime change, disarmament, and allowing Iranian women to post on OnlyFans. Soon after, the regime change section was walked back. What remained was the dedication to drag the wild-eyed mullahs and Islamo-zealots into the 21st Century and secular sophistication, at least according to God’s Chosen People and the Christian Zionists preparing for the Rapture and the world being bathed in whirling plumes of fire and death before Christ’s return.

The Retard War differed from previous sojourns into the sands of Arabia and mountains of Persia in that the post-Fukuyama End of History intellectual framing had been dispensed with entirely; instead, the Retard War ran on memes and slick edits of Hollywood franchises and HBO series. Secretary of War Pete Hegseth adopted the persona of cold technocrats from early-2000s shows such as The Bourne Identity or Tom Clancy films, but more so. It was a living, breathing pastiche of media depicting war planning decades ago, the fish finger to Baudrillard’s freshly caught cod. A copy of a depiction of a cliché based on Robert McNamara or Donald Rumsfeld.

It was no longer enough to talk matter-of-factly about assets or forces; the Retard War demanded “War-Fighters” and “Warriors”, because hyperbolic language plays better in social media algorithms.

The problem was that the Washington social media teams had entered the meme game just as the social capital of Zionism had reached rock bottom, and the general consensus online was that Israel was a warmongering lunatic state that had corrupted all of the institutions of power in America. In the face of such animosity, the greatest advocates of The Retard War simply reheated 20-year-old counter-jihad propaganda while posters online attempted a “might makes right” moral framing, thus the messaging was a gloopy porridge of both victimhood and will-to-power.

But nobody really cared.

The Retard War grand strategy was to decapitate the Iranian regime by killing an 86-year-old theocrat with cancer, in the hope that the disorganised masses would spontaneously rise up and coordinate a new government to replace the Revolutionary Republic. Alas, this plan was hampered by American and Israeli war-fighters killing any figureheads in Tehran and Donald Trump rejecting the (West’s) favourite substitute, the Shah’s son, Reza Pahlavi. Moreover, the Iranian state didn’t actually run on the whims of a Dr Evil Palpatine individual, but had a sprawling bureaucracy and civil service to keep the nation ticking over despite the bombs and assassinations.

Washington, having spent the previous month insulting, annoying, and threatening their own friends and allies in Europe over Greenland, was nevertheless somehow surprised by European reluctance to participate in the new Middle Eastern adventure. For their part, European nations feared the internal threat from the millions of restive Muslims they’d imported against the express wishes of their populations. Diversity was such a strength that geopolitical decision-making now had to consider the realities of historically insane immigration policies.

Except, of course, for the centre-right. In the weeks prior to the outbreak of the war, the British right had undergone a fierce debate in which parties such as Reform UK and the Tories tried to distance themselves from the “extreme” elements of the right who advocate mass deportations. To return Pakistanis to Pakistan was framed as unethical and inhumane. However, when the Americans and Israelis launched an unprovoked attack on a sovereign nation, such grandstanding immediately evaporated, and the British centre-right instantly demanded that we dive headlong into the conflict.

To the mainstream right, the idea of people being returned to the land of their ancestors is infinitely more abhorrent than high definition clips of little girls choking on pulverised concrete or being dragged out of rubble clutching teddy bears. The demographic apocalypse of the British Isles is for cranks and crazies.

The real adults are adopting faux Churchillian tones and feigning a grim determination to do what is necessary for Israel. Meanwhile, their deluded supporters are allowed to outsource their anger and frustration at atrocities such as the rape gangs and the pointed elbows of Britain’s expanding Islamic population. Bombs falling in Iran, which is also Islamic, allow for a sense of long overdue catharsis, and even if it’s misplaced and orchestrated for them, it’s something.

Of course, the collapse of a Middle Eastern country containing 92 million Muslims will create an unprecedented tsunami of displaced people washing up in the English Channel, and we still have a Labour government that will almost certainly settle them in the country, but who cares when we get to wrap ourselves up in WWII nostalgia and pretend to ourselves that it is 1939 all over again?

British boys from Carlisle, Dundee and Chichester may well face immolation by a Shahed drone in the arid mountains of Persia, but that’s a price worth paying to keep the most psychotic, corrupt and incompetent cretins in recent history content.

It does, however, seem to have dawned on the wider British establishment that this war is a Retard War and they’re not just looking at possible Islamic terror attacks or sleeper cells allowed in because of their own retarded and malicious refugee policies, but also to energy shortages and economic collapse. And even the Labour Party, unlike the British centre-right, isn’t stupid enough to wear that as a badge of honour.

On the broader world stage, one gets the impression that the war is the Götterdämmerung of MAGA and Trump. The betrayal is so staggering, so complete that it defies definition. It is, though, emblematic of a post-narrative, post-intellectual era in which the powerful can “just do things”; it’s just that in reality it isn’t Conan the Barbarian but a tattooed prick pretending to be Ed Harris collapsing the world so Israel can steal land and fulfil a grander project. The faux “might makes right” framing is utterly hollow because in 2026, everyone can see that the fox-like schemers and corrupters have the mighty leashed like a dog.

We can but hope that this conflict comes to a close soon. Yet, it now seems that Russia and China are shuttling money, intelligence and weapon parts into Iran because they think the Great Retarded Titan has become ensnared in his own hubris - and as always, it will be poor white boys who die.

I do not want our people to be in any way involved with this mess, and so far, we aren’t, but neither do American boys from North Carolina, Virginia, or Ohio deserve this.

We all deserve so much more than this, the most Retarded War in History.

In this week’s monthly recap, I consider the month’s theme: a new age of sincerity and honesty, against the backdrop of Restore Britain, Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, and the new war in the Middle East.

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Carl Benjamin, on the Lotus Eaters, recently compared the right-wing ecosystem in Britain to the Middle Ages, with various dukes and barons now expected to declare for either Restore Britain or Reform UK. There are, no doubt, a few sorry sods out there raising their banners for Kemi Badenoch, but in the social media ecosystem, it’s essentially binary.

After some initial confusion, streamers, bloggers, and podcasters are now moving to weaponise their platforms in defence of their champion.

It has come to my attention that a tweet I made just after the announcement has appeared on a few pro-Reform blogs:

Jack Hadfield, writing on the pro-Reform, Tory-Boy outlet Pimlico Journal, describes it as:

There are far too many who care only about signalling their ‘based’ credentials online, rather than implementing change in the real world. This commitment to being the ‘beautiful loser’ is represented best by this tweet which flew around the Lotus Eater sphere after Restore’s launch.

…This is an attitude which plagues the British Right. The perfect is the enemy of the good. Politics is not a game in which the loser receives a consolation prize and a pat on the back. The stakes now are too high. Either we take power, by whatever means, or we’re done for. A future where there is no right-wing government in 2029 looks incredibly bleak

The “beautiful loser” line was coined by Sam Francis in his essay, Beautiful Losers: Essays on the Failure of American Conservatism. The essay is a diatribe against the feebleness of mainstream Conservatism in the face of the mad dog left, their willingness to buckle and suck up the losses while being consoled with gigs in mainstream newspapers and television slots.

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Nigel Farage, who literally states that Islam will have to be embraced or defeat is inevitable, is the very essence of a beautiful loser, and those who follow him routinely fall for it again, and again, and again. Even if Reform UK wins an election in 2029, the country will not be saved precisely because the party is comprised entirely of the beautiful losers described by Francis.

Yet, even the idea that the Reform UK Party are mere losers is the charitable interpretation. In truth, it is a second defensive trench hastily dug by the Conservative Party, the beautiful traitors who wrecked the country in the first place.

Thus, there is no scenario in which “we” take power in 2029 under a Reform banner; there is simply a consolidation of the centre within a new containment zone.

The question then is what to do in the no-win situation we find ourselves in when we look clearly and honestly at the political battlefield.

I was not on the “Farage Train” before Restore Britain existed. I had given up on the idea of a political solution.

To posit “taking power by any means necessary” while in reality advocating for a party which will likely have Robert Jenrick as a leader in a few years is a bit of a howler, to say the least.

The grim reality is that we’re rats in a trap. It is indeed true that we’re running out of options; the choice before us is whether to remain in the trap and slowly die out, or chew through our leg and break free of it.

When Alex Phillips warns Young Bob to think carefully about his future, she’s signalling that there are consequences to moving outside of the containment zone - fewer slots in the GB News, Talk TV punditry, no gigs in the Spectator, no invitations to dinners in the Cotswolds.

Just turn away your gaze from the fact that Hope Not Hate vets the members, or that Farage openly despises the idea we exist as a distinct people, or the flood of Boriswave Tories replacing grassroots. Like Cowslip’s Warren in Watership Down, just scoff your face on the conveniently provided lettuce while pretending not to notice the shiny wire laid about here and there.

Did an Indian Buddhist with a Jewish husband endorsing a Sri Lankan Muslim promising he’ll defend Christian values make you raise an eyebrow? Just enjoy the fodder and don’t think about it.

The actual dividing line between the two parties isn’t policy, but trust.

Nobody forced or tricked Farage into filling up the ranks of Reform with Tories; he did so freely and enthusiastically because he views his base as gullible marks who had nowhere else to go. I sympathise with the Reform base more than Farage does, my own family are among them. Yet, despite the fact that it would be better to have a Reform councillor at the local level than a Green or a Labour councillor, when Farage thought the coast was clear and the base was locked in, the knife went straight into the backs of those who thought they were on an anti-Tory, anti-establishment ticket.

The danger of the actual Tory Party being reduced to “Zero Seats” or, at least, having their backs broken was that too much fertile ground was cleared on the right of British politics. Who knows what shoots may begin to sprout through the ground?

This, in my opinion, is why Reform UK exists. To fill space until, eventually and inevitably, folding back into the Conservative Party.

They aren’t trusted because they don’t deserve to be.

Restore Britain is something of a wild card, an unstable element that has been introduced to a tightly controlled system. This is not particularly complicated unless you have incentives to view it differently.

Most of us, however, are not too concerned about being dropped from GB News, the trendy Art-Ho network, or whatever…

I joined Millennial Woes, Nick Dixon, and Mark Houghton for a lengthy discussion on the emergence of Rupert Lowe’s Restore Britain Party. We discuss the prospects of it being derailed or subverted, the mainstream response, why it exists, and the challenges ahead.

As I’m sure many people will be aware, Rupert Lowe launched the Restore Britain Party on Friday, 13th February. Fittingly for the state of the country, Lowe’s promotional video was sombre in tone, no fanfare, no gloss or razzamatazz, just a man who could have spent the rest of his life on his farm being dragged back into public life by an ancient sense of duty. Small surprise, then, that Lowe is frequently being hailed as our Lucius Quinctius Cincinnatus.

As I noted recently, there’s a new era of sincerity emerging where the bullshit and spin have been snipped away like fatty blubber on a steak.

The Restore Britain think tank, which preceded the launch of the party proper, had only just concluded their inquiry into the rape gangs, which revealed horrors and barbarism that are difficult to comprehend. This matters because the monstrous abomination the British establishment and media class have become is exposed and even complicit in what is the worst atrocity on these isles for at least 500 years, perhaps ever.

The grim shadow of what would, if the victims were another race, be called a crime against humanity, goes some way to providing context to the low-key launch of Restore Britain.

Rupert isn’t offering us a good time, or vibes, or ways to open up new revenue streams and hustle. One is reminded of the famous Ernest Shackleton advert:

Let us be wide-eyed and clear-headed about this. There is little chance of success; we’re all jaded and cynical, and I, for one, had secretly given up entirely on a political solution being possible. And perhaps it isn’t.

I’m supporting Restore Britain, but I’m fully aware of the nefarious forces out there that will descend to subvert, redirect and hijack the energy and potential. The obstacles to success are truly monumental. We must navigate between the Scylla of making unreasonable (and possibly illegal) demands on the party regarding ethnic activism and ideals, while also preventing a lurch toward the Charybdis of Zionist containment and Tommy Town.

Compromises will have to be made, and people are going to argue and bicker about those compromises.

All of which fails to even mention the siren call of Farage and Reform, which now nest in the political terrain that Restore must occupy. Yet, in his arrogance, Farage has grossly misjudged the public mood by stuffing his party with Tories. Indeed, there is a very strong case to be made that Reform is not much more than a holding pen for the backstabbing bastards who created the mess we’re in in 2026.

The obvious line of attack from Restore supporters towards Reform must concentrate on the fact that the party is simply a Tory Party 2.0 and bind it to the term “Boriswave” forever.

Let us not forget, Reform was supposed to be the means by which the “uniparty” was destroyed. It is my view that that was a ruse to prevent the right wing of the mainstream from shrivelling up and dying because of their treachery.

Yet already I see the same old tired arguments about splitting the vote, that Labour or the Greens will be a horror beyond what we have endured so far. This is to misunderstand the central dynamic of British politics; there never was a right-wing vote on offer to begin with. The vote was split between two Tory Parties!

It is precisely this skullduggery and swindling that have burned out so many people in Britain. It is why many people will roll their eyes at the prospect of another trip around the Cape of Hope, only to break against the rocks of despair once again.

As I said on Xitter, I’d prefer an honourable defeat supporting an honest man such as Lowe than have another “fell for it again award” at the hands of Farage and his Tories.

We are too late, we have been conned one too many times. What can even be done now? Is it all just cope? Maybe.

Yet, it is this dogged, grim attitude that I find persuasive. We are about to have the fights and discussions that we should have had 20-25 years ago, but here we are. A few people who are well-known have said to me privately that “this is it tbh”, meaning that this is the last throw of the dice in terms of politics.

We are too late, we are beset by bastards and forked tongues on all sides. We are too few in number, and it will all probably end in disaster. Yet there is a flicker of hope regardless.

For now, at least, we have the chance to rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Two different worlds have occupied my thoughts recently. One is a world in which amoral, degenerate elites treat those under their vassalage as mere objects to be tortured and exploited. The other is the latest Game of Thrones spin-off.

A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms is currently receiving rave reviews from both mainstream and movie-critic YouTube channels. Set 80 years before the main Game of Thrones saga and based on the book The Hedge Knight, the new series is being lauded as post-woke and a return to traditional heroic archetypes and morality.

The story is centred on a big strapping lad who has a heart of gold and fancies himself as an honourable knight. Duncan the Tall (Dunc) is the antithesis of what we’ve come to expect from Westeros and its cynical view of power and human nature.

We’ve been here before, of course. This is essentially the Ned Stark arc.

Seven Kingdoms is far more concerned with life from the perspective of the smallfolk commoners than previous sagas, and Dunc strives to be their idealistic champion. The plot gets rolling properly when a psycho Targaryen prince breaks the fingers of a girl enacting a story on stage in which a dragon (symbol of House Targaryen) is slain. Dunc, disregarding the hierarchy of Westeros entirely, gives the prince a damn good hiding.

Thus, Dunc is upholding the values of the knight by protecting the innocent, and those values are now at odds with the powerful people who rule, and he now faces being executed for it. Luckily for Dunc, his companion is a young Targaryen boy called Aegon (Egg) who can speak up on his behalf.

The stories, then, are a newer incarnation of the good man in a bad world trope with his sidekick, similar in theme to Don Quixote or Dickens’ Pickwick Papers. A somewhat grimmer version is Dostoyevsky’s The Idiot.

As of writing, the show is not finished, though it does appear to be gaining in popularity by the week as people realise it isn’t just more misery and cynicism wearing woke lipstick.

Yet, it is interesting to juxtapose the popularity of The Knight of the Seven Kingdoms with real-world political and cultural trends at the beginning of 2026. The show everyone is talking about is philosophically rooted in the heroism of a good man defending the innocent at great risk, while in the real world, our world, we are deluged daily by the latest horrors and sordid details of the Epstein files. Every day is a new revelation of the degree to which our elites despise us, more often than not, a tribal, ritualistic contempt.

When the original Thrones saga aired in the 2010s, people had the luxury of enjoying the spectacle of schemers and cynical players interested only in personal gain. There’s a ruthlessness that can be admired in an abstract sense. We could place ourselves in the role of this or that ruler and mull over the dastardly deeds we could justify, and if that resulted in a few hundred smallfolk being raped and butchered, well, they just have to suffer as they must.

In 2026, however, it’s pretty obvious that we are the smallfolk, and it is demanded of us that we suffer at their pleasure, and for their pleasure, and they’ll video it, and gloat about it in poorly written emails.

Moreover, our tormentors don’t have aura, or charisma, aren’t sharp intellects, and don’t deserve to rule or hold any power at all.

We do not get Tywin Lannister; we get a giggling, lying, moronic sleazeball like Howard Lutnick. We get Peter Mandelson in his crusty undies and Bill Gates’ warty penis. We get a political class that tries to woo us over with promises to put a penny extra in our pockets, while the masses speculate over whether the rumours about eating babies are true. We get pledges to fix the potholes in the roads, while the Palantir surveillance grid they used on the Palestinians is rolled out at the behest of those vacationing on Epstein’s island.

Ours is a society so corrupt that benign words such as pizza, hotdog or jerky come wrapped in an ominous cloud of foreboding and dread.

We have arrived at the meat and pulp-stained gates of suffering as we must.

Small wonder, then, that the cultural psyche has shifted from revelling in cynicism and amorality towards crying out for simple, good old-fashioned moral groundedness. We ask ourselves who the “good ones” are, and more often than not these days, it creates strange bedfellows that transcend traditional political camps that now seem increasingly redundant. Sincerity and authenticity are becoming lucrative forms of social capital because, in an age of unbridled corruption and cynicism, ideology has become the carrot dangled before the eyes of the easily duped.

People will downplay or minimise the grotesqueries of the elite class in the vainglorious hope that in doing so they can eke out a few concessions from them. If you turn a blind eye to your rulers calling you goyim cattle, you could possibly be rewarded by more illegals being deported.

Park your purity spiral and your morals; this isn’t how the game is played.

Yet, despite it all, it feels as if we live in a time when the system has never been more exposed and vulnerable. It turns out that truth actually is a powerful weapon, more powerful than ideology.

In A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, Dunc is told that he will face a “Trial of Seven” which amounts to a duel between himself and House Targaryen. Essentially, this means that Dunc has to assemble a ramshackle coalition willing to fight the powerful and highly trained warriors of the ruling class, and unsurprisingly, few wish to do it despite being knights with oaths. Fight for truth, against the odds, or kneel before cruel and corrupt power.

Dunc, in his innocence, expects the other knights to rally to his side, and when they refuse, he asks if there is a single true knight among them. There they sit, in their expensive garments, resplendent in their pomp and ceremony, yet they are revealed as frauds and cowards by the man with integrity.

I am of the opinion that there is a synchronicity between where the political discourse is heading, and the popularity of this most recent sojourn in Westeros.

What drives a man such as Thomas Massie onwards to uncover the horrors of Epstein Island, and why hasn’t he succumbed to Zionist money? Why does Rupert Lowe choose to wade through the filth and sadism of Britain’s so-called “Grooming Gangs” and the mass rape of English girls by mainly Pakistani men, when he could retire to his farm?

Perhaps it is related to why I trust leftists such as Cenk Uygur and Ana Kasparian more than Nigel Farage these days. Fundamentally, we’re all just bored with the bullshit and want truth, even if spoken by people with whom we disagree on other issues, such as demographics or economics.

The currency of the future is honesty and integrity, not spin and narrative.

Contemplating the nature of the Epstein scandal recently, I noticed that, beyond the Jewishness of it all, there was also the total dominance of Baby Boomers. Elon Musk, despite his best efforts, was shunned by the clique, and he’s Generation X. Yet, is it feasible that Millennials would engage in these acts? Somehow, I do not think they’ll be inclined to as previous generations have.

In the often derided Strauss-Howe Generational Theory, the Millennials are allotted the “hero” archetype. They are the generation that will restore trust in institutions. Personally, I’ve often regarded Millennials as a humourless, overly serious and po-faced generation. Yet, perhaps the shift toward sincerity that we may be witnessing is a symptom of them settling into institutional positions as the Boomers finally wither and fade.

As it stands now, we witness only a few hardy souls demanding truth and exposing untruth and venality.

Spenglerian Perspective recently touched on this theme, concluding somberly:

They tripped up Musk while keeping Thiel; they will do the same to Reform as they did to Trump 1.0. Fighting against this purely with an ideological narrative of our own is futile because 1., the age we are entering into is a post-narrative age, and 2., when the establishment is exposed, it only leaves the people to create a million conspiracy narratives of their own which all point to a gnostic second-religiousness that tells us “It’s all too futile to stop them”. This leaves future history back in the hands of elite factions, which steadily consolidate in individual men who are powerful enough to dismantle the system and “restore the republic” through empowering themselves and their families alone, regardless as to how many of us it will hurt. In that grain of knowledge is the path forward.

The prospect of elites of the calibre we have now in the West ruling over us as Caesars, shuffling us into a Palantir digital panopticon forever, is too terrible to contemplate. Yet it is happening while they’re being delegitimised and exposed as never before, and one can’t escape the feeling that it is a race against time.

Truth alone is a mighty weapon; truth with power to back it up is even better.

We will always be ruled by power, but is it really too much to ask that the power that rules us isn’t the scum of the earth?

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In the first podcast of 2026, I ask what makes our elites so easily corruptible and why people who have everything debase themselves. I also read through the articles written during January.

This is a conversation I had with Mark Houghton on power being constrained.

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I’m going to take a gamble and write a quick take that could age horribly, relating to a curious social media phenomenon I’ve been watching for a while. I say it could age horribly because the silver and gold markets, and the price of the dollar, are all in upheaval as I’m writing this.

The story begins over the Christmas holidays when YouTube and Xitter suddenly started promoting an economics channel with an AI “Asian Guy” commenting on the price of precious metals. The videos were slick, and Asian Guy’s synthetically-generated voice was pleasant to listen to. The background featured AI-generated impressionistic images that related to what was being said.

As somebody who has laboriously edited video essays, it’s something of a gut punch to see AI cranking them out by the bushel. And when I say cranking them out, I’m not joking. There were at least three or four videos per day that were packed with information about market manipulation, the suppression of precious metals, the fake nature of the dollar, and so on. All of which, naturally, had been pilfered and scraped from the work of others and posted online.

Moreover, it seemed to me as a casual observer that Econ YouTube was being saturated with this content; there was seemingly no end to the number of channels posting AI Asian Guy’s material and real people, except the big names like Peter Schiff, were being buried.

The message has been consistent since late December, when the content began appearing:

*Buy silver and gold (especially silver).

*The dollar is dying, so get prepared.

*Crypto is trash, dump it.

*Western financial institutions are suppressing the price of silver and lying about their holdings, and are about to be exposed.

Fast forward to late January 2026, and the price of silver has blasted to $107–$110 per ounce from the mid-$70s in late December, and gold has rocketed from around $4,325–$4,340 to past $5,085(!)

It would seem that the AI Asian Guy has been vindicated on everything.

One of the stories he/it spread widely was that JP Morgan was short millions of ounces of silver and risked a collapse or a bailout. AI Asian Guy reported on an internal memo of an emergency meeting. Yet, upon searching for the truth of that memo, the source appears to be AI Asian Guy himself.

The net effect of the endless churn of AI Asian Guy’s content will be to send people stampeding to buy silver and to lose whatever faith they had in the system and its financial institutions. And let us be honest here, faith in these institutions is already pretty pathetic.

I shall certainly not be leaping to the defence of the institutions of The Money Power.

But AI Asian Guy clearly represents coordination and networking aimed at achieving a specific goal. Or, to put it another way, are they reporting on the news or creating it? Are they responding to chaos in precious metals and “de-dollarisation” or helping drive it?

There can be little doubt that people who took the advice of this curious, AI-centred campaign and bought silver bars in December or early January will not be regretting it now.

Yet the irony is that content exposing market manipulation and financial intrigue could easily be construed as engaging in such manipulation and intrigue itself.

Of course, the world of finance is under more duress than a viral social media campaign with a pleasant but fake Asian Guy. Donald Trump seems dedicated to yanking on levers and stamping on delicately-constructed supply chains like a drunken cow. There are wars, threats of tariffs, alienation of allies, and the ever-sinking abyss of debt. The long-term trends were already baked in.

Perhaps AI simply allows all these narratives and tendrils to be formulated into a coherent picture, which is 80% real and 20% questionable.

AI Asian Guy appeared just before China declared that silver was a strategic asset that warranted strictly regulated export licenses. Thus, just in time for a squeeze that potentially exposes Western vaults and, beyond that, the fragility of fiat money. The campaign increases the strain on central banks and fake contracts by creating demand for metal that is already in short supply.

Do I have any sympathy for these institutions? Absolutely none.

Yet, I’m reminded of a line from a Hannibal Lecter book where Mason Verger says:

When the fox hears the rabbit scream he comes a runnin, but not to help.

There are schemers laying plans, and organisations and nations plotting. Perhaps plans within plans.

For whatever reason, I cannot help but think that this hollow-eyed Asian Guy artificial intelligence is their avatar. Inscrutable and unknowable.

What’s more, for now at least, we can assume that, whether Western, Asian, or simply a financial network, AI Asian Guy is operated by humans.

One day, maybe not.

“We’re an empire now, and when we act, we create our own reality.” Karl Rove.

My first impression of 2026 is that the news cycle’s velocity has been cranked up to Warp 9 and that this is partly intentional. What was once called “World Events” is simply whatever Donald Trump vomits onto his Truth Social platform.

Back in the mists of ancient history, during the Christmas holidays three weeks ago, I was paying attention to the odd behaviour of the silver markets. Essentially, the price of silver has been suppressed for years by Western financial institutions for their own nefarious purposes: to cripple a potential competitor to the dollar, and because those same institutions had been promising clients silver they didn’t have.

Western vaults were pitifully short on shiny metal, and the dirty secret was getting out. Moreover, China had been hoovering up the world’s silver supply for years, and on January 1st was set to block it from leaving their country on the basis that it was a strategic material. Silver is not merely a precious metal; it is used in solar panels, smartphones, AI data centres and pretty much every gadget and device en vogue in the 2020s.

Thus, a critical component of the modern world was drying up, and the price began to surge. Elon Musk tweeted:

This is not good. Silver is needed in many industrial processes.

Particularly, his own industries.

What, exactly, would happen if the highest-profile and curiously nepotistic tech corporations gradually began to run out of the lifeblood of so many of their investments and components?

It didn’t really seem to matter because the sight of America’s USS Iwo Jima and USS Gerald Ford looming in the Caribbean off the coast of Venezuela, and the subsequent kidnapping of President Maduro by Delta Force, were infinitely more attention-grabbing than a few lines on some graphs.

What was called “Operation Resolve” seemed to be designed with maximum social media virality baked into it. In the make-shift Mar-a-Lago war room, the Twitter X featured prominently as a backdrop.

In the regime change that wasn’t, the news was being both monitored and created simultaneously.

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