In my latest video monologue, I speculate on the recent trend of quintessentially British spaces being overwhelmed by people of immigrant stock during the summer months.
Somehow deeply consoling to hear your voice saying the simple things that are forbidden, and yet which mean so much to us as a people, Morgoth. Even your simple restatement of the truth is somehow a minor victory that raises the spirit cast down by this tragedy…
I think things like this will be the wake up call. It may shock some that it was not the large-scale abuse of children or the senseless deaths at the hands of protected illegals. But those things are distant; we can keep them at arms length. Few are affected.
If anything in Britain will trigger a riot it is a foreigner ignoring a queue in Costa Coffee or just the general sense of being crowded out. It is up close and personal. It makes the abstract concrete. It makes even the chattering classes realise we are not all the same. They already know that, but can ignore it usually.
Where I am it is cafes. Some groups waste a great deal of food. It is a strange, but persistent little observation. A group of men enter, order lots of food, and leave two-thirds of it. Huge amounts of waste. I've seen many natives notice and comment. It is a tiny thing, but it reminds us they are not us. They do not act like us. They will not maintain our culture or systems. And that is slowly dawning on many. A country is not a territory, a country is a people. That's why Australia looks like Britain and not Aborigineland.
A few years ago I returned to Rhossili, on the Gower, SW Wales, the scene of so many happy family holidays. It was full of black-clad muslims and their noisy offspring. A sinister and disturbing image. Like seeing a tarantula on an angel cake.
Thanks for articulating exactly what I thought a few days ago, when I had an urge to escape the diversity and spend some time on the banks of the River Calder and the adjoining canal. What used to be a sacred space was no longer, on that particular day at least.
When the notification popped up with the thumbnail, and the relatively short time since your last video, I knew it was going to be dark!
One thing most notable for me, is that the majority of the aliens are of the younger generation. Consequently, the chimp behaviour displayed gives an insight into the future of these islands.
Trying to stay positive, it was still 80f last evening half an hour before sunset and I went out for a walk in the fields and woods of mid Essex. I didn’t encounter one other person after leaving the village, let alone anything of the Bomalian hue. It’s a great time to walk, lots going on with the birds and fauna to observe.
One last comment if I may: it strikes me that we only lay passionate claim to the things we consciously value: your girlfriend, wife, Maserati(!). Conversely, you can only give away your culture if you don’t really even know what it is - and attach zero value to it! Ladies and gentlemen: I give you Boomers, Millennials and Gen Z! Post-war education betrayed us all; leaving us “Like monkeys sitting bickering on a treasure trove the value of whose contents they do not understand…” (Confucius?)
Somehow deeply consoling to hear your voice saying the simple things that are forbidden, and yet which mean so much to us as a people, Morgoth. Even your simple restatement of the truth is somehow a minor victory that raises the spirit cast down by this tragedy…
Thanks, it was real-world friends and family that inspired me to mull this new phenomenon over.
Ours IS the real world tragedy; theirs the luxury of imperial spectators.
Went to Durdle Door, Dorset, a year back. Like being in Lahore. Deeply depressing.
There are little beauty spots tucked away here in remotest North Devon where the locals used to go to escape the tourists on a bank holiday.
Not anymore. They are swarmed with diversity and left looking like an Indian street. It’s heartbreaking.
I think things like this will be the wake up call. It may shock some that it was not the large-scale abuse of children or the senseless deaths at the hands of protected illegals. But those things are distant; we can keep them at arms length. Few are affected.
If anything in Britain will trigger a riot it is a foreigner ignoring a queue in Costa Coffee or just the general sense of being crowded out. It is up close and personal. It makes the abstract concrete. It makes even the chattering classes realise we are not all the same. They already know that, but can ignore it usually.
Where I am it is cafes. Some groups waste a great deal of food. It is a strange, but persistent little observation. A group of men enter, order lots of food, and leave two-thirds of it. Huge amounts of waste. I've seen many natives notice and comment. It is a tiny thing, but it reminds us they are not us. They do not act like us. They will not maintain our culture or systems. And that is slowly dawning on many. A country is not a territory, a country is a people. That's why Australia looks like Britain and not Aborigineland.
A few years ago I returned to Rhossili, on the Gower, SW Wales, the scene of so many happy family holidays. It was full of black-clad muslims and their noisy offspring. A sinister and disturbing image. Like seeing a tarantula on an angel cake.
Thanks for articulating exactly what I thought a few days ago, when I had an urge to escape the diversity and spend some time on the banks of the River Calder and the adjoining canal. What used to be a sacred space was no longer, on that particular day at least.
Hi Morgoth, thanks again. I've been busy lately with the birth of my daughter, but I'll be catching up on your content when I can.
All the best.
When the notification popped up with the thumbnail, and the relatively short time since your last video, I knew it was going to be dark!
One thing most notable for me, is that the majority of the aliens are of the younger generation. Consequently, the chimp behaviour displayed gives an insight into the future of these islands.
Trying to stay positive, it was still 80f last evening half an hour before sunset and I went out for a walk in the fields and woods of mid Essex. I didn’t encounter one other person after leaving the village, let alone anything of the Bomalian hue. It’s a great time to walk, lots going on with the birds and fauna to observe.
One last comment if I may: it strikes me that we only lay passionate claim to the things we consciously value: your girlfriend, wife, Maserati(!). Conversely, you can only give away your culture if you don’t really even know what it is - and attach zero value to it! Ladies and gentlemen: I give you Boomers, Millennials and Gen Z! Post-war education betrayed us all; leaving us “Like monkeys sitting bickering on a treasure trove the value of whose contents they do not understand…” (Confucius?)