‘The longest suicide note in history . . .’

There has been a hiatus of over a week since my last mailing.  It is not that here has been nothing to say, for there always is, but rather that there has been nothing that demanded immediate saying.  And that is the way it is going to be ongoing.  There will be periods of intermittent silence; and periods of a more regular mailing.

In the meantime, just some rules of thumb.

Don’t look at situations in isolation, stand back and look at them in terms of their potential consequences.  These various campaigns we are inflicted with nowadays always try to pass themselves off as ‘stand-alone issues’, things that need to be addressed for ostensible reasons of justice or compassion or just a warm, muzzy sense of fellow feeling.  But if the past few years should have taught us anything, it is that this is never actually the case.  Each cause won immediately spawns a new one, or new ones.  Each successful campaign always carries a stinger.

The strategists behind such campaigns piece-feed the public in such a way as to get them to accept piece-by-piece things which otherwise presented in their totality they would rebel against.

The second thing to realise is that no one ever fights for equality.  They may say they do, they may even believe it, but only up to the moment they enter the winning straight, at which stage thoughts begin to turn to establishing control and overall mastery—or in the case of at least one of the battle fronts facing us, ‘mistressy’.

In the famous words of the 1983 British election campaign, quoted in the title of this mailing, our tendency to fold for whatever reason in the face of the relentless onslaught of progressivist liberalism is representative, not of a march towards some secularist New Jerusalem, but rather to somewhere much more questionable.

And such has always been the case.