I Predict a Hate-Quake: Contemplating Courage, Competence and Slow Castration

Not millions, not billions, but trillions. That’s how much the neo-Cohen war in Afghanistan cost America. The world’s most powerful and sophisticated military went to war against an ill-equipped band of in-bred Muslim tribesmen in 2001, killed, died and blew things up for twenty years, then left in 2021 having worked a miraculous transformation. America’s once ill-equipped enemy was now very well-equipped indeed. Yes, with high-tech American weaponry. It was a defeat and a debacle on a monumental, a mountainous scale. And it cost trillions of dollars and thousands of American lives!

Historical, humorous, horrific: Flashman (1969) contains excellent advice for would-be invaders of Afghanistan

But America could have avoided all that for the cost of a few cheap paperbacks. So could the Soviet Union before its own doomed invasion of Afghanistan in 1979. A novel called Flashman had been published by then, you see. And Flashman (1969), the debut by the late great White writer George MacDonald Fraser (1925—2008), offers some excellent advice to any superpower that plans to invade Afghanistan. The advice runs like this: “Don’t!” That’s because it’s about an earlier superpower’s doomed invasion of Afghanistan. The mighty, militarily advanced nation of Britain tried it in 1839 and, like the Soviet Union and the United States in centuries to come, experienced utter defeat and debacle at the hands of the in-bred Muslim tribesmen. The novel Flashman is three things: historical, humorous and horrific. Its protagonist, a cowardly but cunning British officer called Harry Flashman, sees the culture and customs of Afghanistan up close. In the process, he almost loses one or both of the two things that are precious to him above all else: his life and his genitals.

Ancient Afghan traditions

And why are his genitals at risk? Because he’s threatened with slow castration when he falls into the hands of an Afghan warlord, Gul Shah, whose wife Narreeman he has earlier raped. Shah gloatingly informs Flashman that Narreeman is “delicately skilled” in torture and will castrate him with “infinite artistry” as he hangs in chains in a gloomy Afghan dungeon. Shah goes on: “Afterwards, we may have you flayed, or perhaps roasted over hot embers. Or we may take out your eyes and remove your fingers and toes, and set you to some slave-work in Mogala. Yes, that will be best, for you can pray daily for death and never find it.” That’s authentic Afghanistan: it has one of the cruelest, most callous and most corrupt cultures on Earth. However, either the author or the publisher of the novel concealed one key insight into the vibrancy of Afghan life. Whilst fleeing for his life, the polyglot Flashman authenticates his disguise as a native by singing “an old Pathan song” with the lyrics “There’s a girl across the river / With a bottom like a peach / And alas, I cannot swim.” In fact, the song is about “a boy with a bottom like a peach” and refers to bacha bazi, “boy play,” the “ancient [Afghan] tradition” of pederastic rape.[1] When Flashman narrowly escapes the country alive and uncastrated, he is determined never to return. So what would this fictional character have thought about Britain not only invading Afghanistan again but also importing Afghans afterwards?

Well, Flashman is an unmitigated scoundrel, but he’s also intelligent, observant and insightful. He would have thought the re-invading of Afghanistan utterly insane and the importing of Afghans both insane and evil. But the importing has taken place on an even bigger scale than I knew back in 2021 when I wrote my article “Importing Afghanistan: A Very Stupid Idea with Very Powerful Enablers.” Using the excuse of a “data leak” that put Afghan collaborators “at risk” from the Taliban, the previous Conservative government ran a secret program to infest Britain with thousands of additional Afghans — including actual members of the Taliban and the extra-enterprising individual who had blackmailed the government over the data leak. Like the Taliban members, the blackmailer has probably been accompanied by large numbers of his “relatives.”

Kosher Conservatives

Are you surprised to hear that one of the central figures in this secret program of Afghano-infestation was a corrupt Jewish minister called Grant Shapps (born 1968), who is also an unflinching advocate of feeding ever more goyim into the meat-grinder of the Ukraine War? If you are surprised, you shouldn’t be. Britain is doing insane and evil things like importing Afghans because Britain is currently controlled by insane and evil Jews like Grant Shapps — and like Daniel Finkelstein, another powerful figure in the thoroughly kosher Conservative party. Alarmed by recent signs of White resistance in the Yookay, Finkelstein has written an article for the London Times entitled “There is no future in the politics of victimhood.”

Daniel Finkelstein, high in the hostile elite, tells British goyim not to be angry about non-White invaders

Connor Tomlinson captured all the moral and intellectual depth of Finkelstein’s article in this summary: “Ok, yes, we opened your borders against your wishes, passed laws putting you at the back of the queue for jobs and benefits in your own country, and called you a racist when you complained. But what’s the use in being upset about it?” Yes, Finkelstein thinks that the politics of victimhood should be reserved strictly for Jews and their non-White “natural allies,” not for the White gentile majority whom Jews are dedicated to denigrating, dispossessing and destroying. He says that “Mass migration was a reckless error but encouraging white majority resentment would be calamitous.” He’s lying in the first part of that sentence, truthing in the second. It will indeed be “calamitous” when Whites start fighting back against dispossession. Calamitous for Jews like Finkelstein, that is. Mass migration by hostile, unassimilable non-Whites wasn’t a “reckless error.” No, it was a deliberate policy overseen by Jews and their shabbos goyim not just in Britain but right across the West.

Now Finkelstein is worried that Whites are beginning to rise against the invasion. He’s right to be worried: as described by Edward Dutton at the Occidental Observer, the protests against “migrant hotels” and the raising of blood-red St George’s crosses are portents of fast-approaching civil war in Britain. What Enoch Powell prophesied in 1968 is now at hand. I said this at the Occidental Observer in 2016: “Brexit was only a warning tremor: the real hate-quakes are still to come.” The tremors began again in 2024, when working-class Whites rioted after a Welsh “choirboy” called Axel Rudakubana murdered and mutilated White schoolgirls in the stale pale seaside town of Southport.

Non-White predation pumps Jewish power

In response to the riots, Britain’s Jewish attorney general, Lord Hermer, and Britain’s shabbos-goy prime minister, Keir Starmer, personally oversaw the destruction of fair trials and the imposition of harsh sentences. Our corrupt elite are rightly fearful of an uprising by ordinary Whites. That’s why they’ve operated a two-tier system of justice for so long, treating White thought-criminals with maximal harshness and non-White flesh-criminals with maximal lenience. Thought-crime by Whites, or realism about racial and cultural differences, is very threatening to Jews like Hermer and shabbos goyim like Starmer. Flesh-crime by non-Whites, or murder, rape and other violence, is no threat at all. On the contrary: non-White predation and parasitism strengthen Jewish power, because they impose costs and miseries on Whites that make Whites less willing to have children and less able to organize politically. That’s why Muslim rape-gangs have operated in Britain for so long and with such impunity.

Interestingly enough, you can see this two-tier justice — harshness for Whites, lenience for non-Whites — in another of George MacDonald Fraser’s novels, Flashman in the Great Game (1975). This time Flashman finds himself in the middle of the Indian Mutiny of 1857, the justified uprising against British rule of India that happened in part because the British elite were more frightened of working-class Whites than they were of brown-skinned Indians. Serving in brown-face disguise for the Raj before the Mutiny begins, Flashman overhears a White soldier complaining about two-tier justice: “If they ’ad floggin’ in the nigger army, they’d ’ave summat to whine about — touch o’ the cat’d ’ave them bitin’ each other’s arses, never mind cartridges.[2] But all they get’s the chokey [military jail], an’ put in irons. That’s what riles me — Englishmen get flogged fast enough, an’ these black pigs can stand by grinnin’ at it.” Fraser himself explained further in an endnote:

23. The British were, in fact, more considerate and humane towards their native troops than they were to their white ones. Flogging continued in the British Army long after it had been abolished for Indian troops, whose discipline appears to have been much more lax, possibly in consequence — a point significantly noted by Subedar Sita Ram when he discusses in his memoirs the causes of the Mutiny.

Having overheard the resentful White soldier, Flashman witnesses the fruit of the lax discipline. He’s caught up in the bloody horrors of the Indian Mutiny, which raged for months and was finally suppressed by the courage and skill of the harshly disciplined White troops. That antagonism between officers and lower ranks was — and is — partly genetic. In Victorian times, officers were on average taller and more intelligent than the men they commanded. Why so? It was not just because the officers had better nutrition but also because they had better genes.

Classic chromosomal conflict

Height remained an easy-to-read class-marker for decades to come. At the end of his memoir Going Solo (1986), the tall and aristocratic Roald Dahl describes how, during the London Blitz, a group of soldiers mistook his identity in the blackout: “‘It’s a bloody officer!’ one shouted. ‘Let’s ’ave ’im!’” The soldiers were about to attack when they realized he was wearing an RAF uniform, not an army one, and made off into the darkness. Dahl comments: “It shook me a bit to realize that this was a posse of drunken soldiers prowling around the black streets of London looking for an officer to beat up.” Marxists would rightly identify that as class conflict. But Marxists would wrongly deny that class conflict is also chromosomal conflict.[3]

You can see the same chromosomal conflict in Flashman’s fictional misadventures during the Indian Mutiny. As always, he does much more fighting and much less fornicating than he’d like, but the Mutiny allows him to further burnish his golden — and wholly undeserved — martial reputation. The same happens in the first packet of his Memoirs (as Fraser presented the Flashman novels). He escapes with life and “pecker” intact from Afghanistan thanks to luck, cunning and amoral exploitation. Yes, he exploits Sergeant Hudson, a courageous and competent White working-class soldier who was modelled on the men Fraser had served with as a private in the Second World War. Hudson’s courage and competence save cowardly Flashman and doom Hudson himself, because working-class Hudson always wants to fight and aristocratic Flashman always wants to flee. Accordingly, Hudson dies defending a small fort against the Afghans and Flashman is left alive to claim the undeserved credit. That happens again and again in the Flashman novels: Flashman, the cunning coward from the elite, claims the credit for things won by the courage and competence of men from the White working-class.

The elite sneers arrogantly and unfunnily at working-class Whites who support the Deep-State project known as the Reform Party

George MacDonald Fraser intended the novels to be entertaining and instructive, not allegorical. But I think they work as allegories of modern elite incompetence and exploitation, of modern working-class courage and competence. They also work as portents of impending civil war. Again and again during his unwanted globe-trotting, Flashman sees the truth of the simple formula set out by Chateau Heartiste: Diversity + Proximity = War. That formula is now hard at work in Britain. But who is better prepared for civil war? The effete elite, with its trigger-warnings and trans-lunacy? Or the White working-class whom that elite mocks and maligns? In the twenty-first century, the White working-class has formed the backbone of the British army just as it did in Flashman’s day. Competent and courageous Sergeant Hudson was fictional, but he was based on real men whom Fraser served with in the Second World War. The grandsons and great-grandsons of those real men are now among the protestors outside “migrant hotels” and among the flag-raisers along British streets. Some of them have military training. Some of them have expertise in engineering and electronics. And all of them are getting ever angrier about two-tier justice and non-White invasion.

In effect, they’re getting angry about slow castration, about the decades-long campaign by the hostile elite to destroy their communities, their livelihood and their future. Brexit was a warning tremor. The Southport riots were another. The real hate-quakes are about to hit. When they do, we will see why the minority elite was so right to fear the White majority. And what about the Reform Party, now riding high in the polls and widely predicted to form the next government? I think Reform is the final attempt of the Deep State to deflect, divert and dissipate the anger of ordinary Whites. With its civ-nat leader Nigel Farage, its Muslim chairman Zia Yusuf and its crop-headed, trans-friendly “Justice Advisor” Vanessa Frake, the party is obviously programmed for perfidy. But the hype-machine will not stop the hate-quakes.

[1] Note that bacha bazi was banned by the Taliban but flourished again after the American invasion.

[2] When the soldier says “cartridges,” he is referring to the new cartridges that some Hindu and Muslim troops had refused to use, believing false rumors that the cartridges were contaminated with cow or pig fat. Court martials of the disobedient troops were one of the triggers of the Mutiny. In other words, “diversity” was disastrous in the British Raj out as it has been everywhere else.

[3] In the modern British army, ineffectual young officers are nicknamed “Ruperts” by ordinary soldiers, because Rupert is a stereotypically upper-class name (like Tarquin and Sebastian).