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They Insult Our Intelligence
Alex Kurtagic
May 24, 2009
One would think that an award-winning journalist writing for a national
“quality” newspaper and with access to some of the most eminent personages of
the age would be capable of penning an intelligent article about an
unconventional politician, providing novel insights and depth of analysis where
his lesser peers would have been content with a facile regurgitation of clichés.
Unfortunately, we live in an age when, not originality of approach or
sophistication of insight, but blind subjection to Freudo-Marxist dogma and
crass fealty to the state-sponsored party line are the key to achieving
recognition in a journalistic career.
Nigel Farndale’s recent
piece for the Daily Telegraph on the launch of the British National
Party’s
European election manifesto offers yet more evidence — if any was needed
— of the vulgar extent to which the mainstream media routinely insult the
intelligence of educated readers and seek to manufacture opinion in an effort to
perpetuate the existing establishment, of which they are a part and the main
organ of communication.
I have never been a member of a political party and I have no links to the BNP,
but, quite frankly, I am tired of the crude attempts constantly made by the
mainstream corporate media to get me to hate this particular organization. Their
techniques deserve exposure.
Political analysts expect the BNP to benefit substantially in the upcoming
electoral contest from the recent
corruption scandals and the
catastrophic
policy failures afflicting the main political parties. Yet (and as is
typical whenever the BNP is in the press), instead of offering his readers a
unique insight into the BNP’s leader, Farndale has treated them to an odious
effusion of bigotry, replete with invidious cartoonifications, tendentious
phraseology, loaded ellipses, malevolent punctuation, snide quotation marks,
bizarre logic, deliberately wrong-headed assumptions, and a slew of sniffy,
hostile, self-righteous a prioris.
Mr. Farndale begins by suggesting that politics outside what is offered by the likes of Gordon Brown and David Cameron (and by implication, the “respectable” political parties) are decidedly illegitimate: a sinister, semi-criminal endeavor, existing in an underworld dominated by violence and fear. This is rather comical, considering that, not only have Labour and the Conservatives been exposed recently as a malebolge of corruption (staffed by a shadowy freakshow of venal kleptomaniacs), but they also offer nearly identical propositions — policies that are decidedly illegitimate and dominated by violence and fear: more immigration, more debt, more support for Israel, more Islamic extremism, more foreign wars, more political correctness, more state surveillance and terror, and more and higher taxes and inflation to pay for it all.
Mr. Farndale’s characterization of the BNP’s cautious logistics is also perversely
disingenuous, considering that BNP members have for decades been subjected to
state-sponsored harassment, intimidation, and violence at the hands of
prognathous
Marxist hoodlums whose conception of a political debate equates reasoned
argument with clubs, boots, and knuckledusters.
Mr. Farndale reports surprise that patriotic, professionally employed men and
women dared stand in front of the BNP meeting venue sporting red, white, and
blue BNP rosettes — not because he is concerned this might pose a security risk
for them, but because in his mind patriotic, professionally employed men and
women vote for either Gordon Brown or David Cameron. In Farndale’s world, the
town should have been up in arms, shouting truculence and waving pitchforks in
the air, hounding the rosette-bearers out of town, out of the country, out of
the planet, out of the galaxy, out of the universe, and out of existence
altogether.
It does not occur to him, even though he refers to last year’s
leaked party
membership list, that when the BNP assert in their slogan “People like
you voting BNP,” that “people like you” is meant to refer, not to Whites, but to
normal, happy, family-oriented people — people like those comprising much of the
aforementioned membership list — as opposed to, as Griffin confirms in the
subsequent interview, the orangutanaceous skinheads Mr. Farndale and media people like him
portray them to be.
He does, however, imply that the “white van men and nightclub bouncers you would
expect” (who is “you”?) are abnormal people. Admittedly, they might not be the
most loved of species —
after all, who among the liberal elite has any sympathy for working class White
people, who are most impacted by the piledriving of multiculturalism into the
United Kingdom.
But, surely, in as much as they are not effete metrosexuals, fashion-conscious literatti, hirsute ball-busting feminists,
Molotov-throwing Marxists, profligate New Labour embezzlers,
cosmetically-enhanced celebrities, exploding Islamists, aggrieved Black
revisionists, academic fraudsters, kleptomaniacal plutocrats, militant
homosexuals, pious egalitarians, or some of the other zoological
specimens of equally perplexing taxonomy that comprise the Left’s core support
base, they are probably more normal than the likes of Mr. Farndale are prepared
to admit.
Curiously, however, Mr. Farndale reproaches the BNP for using what he terms “the
language of otherness, of fear.” Yet, is he not using the same language when
reporting on the BNP’s European election manifesto launch?
Farnsdal’s language of otherness is evident when he reports that the mainstream
parties — whose remit, in a sane world, ought to have been the representation,
defense, and advancement of British interests, both at home and abroad — are so
terrified of the BNP that they either refuse to even name the party in their
public discussions or are already spending taxpayers’ money to “stop the BNP” –
in other words, to limit, restrict, and eliminate taxpayers’ options at the
ballot box. One would have expected Mr. Farndale to ask, in outrage, What kind
of democracy do we live in, where democratically elected politicians plunder the
public purse to prevent a democratic election from taking place?
Unfortunately, Mr. Farndale did not ask this question, and seemed rather to
tacitly approve of such totalitarian practices — some could well argue they are
worthy of Maoist China. And is it surprising, then, that BNP supporters regard
the mainstream political parties as a single block, more interested in perpetuating
themselves than in safeguarding people’s freedom of expression, both inside and
outside the ballot box?
Another of Mr. Farndale’s exasperating contradictions is his equating with thuggishness and lack of patriotism any concern for the ability of Britain to preserve its indigenous customs, traditions, and way of life, as well as its right to choose its destiny in a manner that fits the desires and sensibilities of the peoples who built and defined the character of the nation. He writes:
Grotesquely, given the British were fighting the Nazis in the war, Griffin
compares June 4 to D-Day...
— somehow forgetting that the war was fought ostensibly to preserve the British
way of life. Where is the inconsistency with the BNP policy?
Outrageously, in his mind, it is ‘thuggish’ to vocally oppose Islam’s conquest
of Britain — an already ongoing process, anticipated by the
Archbishop of Canterbury and
yearned for
by our
now disgraced
Justice Minister, that would be accelerated by the accession of Turkey
into the EU, since Britain, by virtue of its wealth and relatively generous
minimum wave legislation, would indeed attract millions of low-wage Turkish
Muslims, who, like earlier Commonwealth imports, would in time desire
progressively greater juridical recognition, concessions, and accommodation.
I wonder if Mr. Farndale, a married man, has contemplated the prospect of
British women being treated as second class citizens, forced to wear burqas and
undergo cliterodectomies and infibulations, as is the case in a number of Muslim
countries, for if Islam ever becomes the dominant religion in this country,
British laws and customs will eventually be changed to reflect Muslim
priorities, sensibilities, and traditions. It would be naive to think that a
shrinking, ageing, deracinated, fearful, self-apologetic, guilt-ridden White
minority could ever persuade dominant Muslims to adopt Western customs they deem
degenerate. And, once Turkey is in, what next? Syria? Iraq? Iran? These are all
Turkey’s neighbors. If he has contemplated this prospect, and is still perplexed
by the BNP’s lack of enthusiasm for it, Mr. Farndale’s conception of patriotism
is very peculiar indeed.
In the second half of the article Mr. Farndale focuses on the BNP leader, Mr.
Nick Griffin. Mr. Farndale is obsessed with racism: Does Mr. Griffin think he is
racist? Is his party racist? If not racist, how does Mr. Griffin define racist?
Could the “People Like You" slogan not be considered racist?
Since there are a lot of racists in Britain, would it not make sense to admit
that the BNP is a racist party? Why does the BNP, as a party whose purpose is to look
after the interests of White Britons, not admit Blacks and put them in their
posters?
Mr. Griffin’s answers are quoted at length, but his arguments are left
unexplored. Why? Is not the task of a journalist to investigate and report? One
imagines Mr. Farndale squirming as he listened, horrified, petrified, blown away
by Mr. Griffin’s mind-blowing racism, heavily perspiring, trembling, barely able
to write it all down, and dismissing Mr. Griffin’s replies out of hand as so
perverse as to be unworthy of investigation. For want of an explanation, one
also speculates that Mr. Farndale regards Mr. Griffin’s arguments as a
deviously-formulated cognitive virus, designed to alter the human brain
structure upon first contact, and instantly transform its victims into vicious
racists, anti-Semites, Islamophobes, and prison-proof Holocaust deniers. The
public must be protected from this contagion!
Mr. Farndale self-righteously states that he thinks it a shame that there is a
party that seeks to look after his interests as a native Briton, and that seeks
to preserve the customs, traditions, and way of life that was defined his
ancestors, many of whom gave their lives in order so that he may have a country
where he could feel secure and at home. I think it is a shame that Mr. Farndale
thinks this way, even if the BNP is an imperfect instrument: The BNP is
currently the only pro-White party that has a prospect of scoring electoral
victories (I would like it to be bigger and better and for there to be more);
the mainstream parties are all actively working in dismantling Britain,
vandalizing its culture, consputing on its traditions, and promoting policies
that will lead to the physical destruction of its people — down to the genetic
level, so they may never rise again.
At best, the political establishment thinks that by blending all humans together
— by creating a standardized, homogenized, pasteurized human — they will create
a utopia where there will be no war, because everyone will be exactly equal,
neither rich nor poor, neither clever nor stupid, neither beautiful nor ugly,
and, in sum, reduced to a generic civic unit of production and consumption,
perfectly interchangeable and replaceable by any other human, and perfectly
malleable and dull. At worst, they think “Pah! Who cares if I sell out? I won’t
be here to see the result. I will take the money now and live in luxury while I
can!”
Whether it is because of ideological commitments, the economic logic of party
funding, their fear of being called names, combinations thereof, or all of the
above, it makes no difference: The end result is the same.
Mr. Farndale has been spoiled rotten, but it would be unfair to single him out
for denunciation and obloquy, for he is not atypical of Western men of our
generation: He has enjoyed a lifetime of security and prosperity, without
personal experience of what it took to obtain it; he has lived in one of the
world’s richest and most preeminent nations, without personal experience of what
it is like to be an ethnic minority under the heel of a hostile race with
cultural and religious values very different from his own. To this effect, it
would be interesting to see if Mr. Farndale lives in an
implicit White
community, or in a Muslim or Black ghetto. I'll wager it's the
former.
My point is that it is easy to be a prissy multiculturalist from a position of security; to be a bleeding-heart egalitarian from a position of dominance; and to be a self-righteous Marxist from a position of comfort. Leftist historiography might serve to assuage the guilt of wealthy, socially-conscious idleness, but the fact remains that Britain was built not by self-apologizing, compassionate, comfortable, easy-going, liberal, and politically correct metrosexuals, but by intelligent, ambitious, disciplined, strong, brave, and formidable White men — men whose descendants come from Europe — who actively and openly strived for betterment and glory.
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