Out of Temptation's Way

Christian Britishness has come over encouragingly ecumenical, with Catholic piety neatly complemented by Protestant thrift. Beneficiaries from the Church of Rome's houses of penance for unfortunate mothers and their unholy offspring have been receiving worldly compensation from the Irish government; but the mainland has mercifully intervened to claw back at least some of the filthy lucre with corresponding cuts in social security benefits. This dose of British decency has led a number of reformees to proceed unto the next life without letting their souls be burdened with excesses of treasure on earth, and the Department for Workfare and Privation is now carefully considering the matter. Given the likelihood that we will all have to tighten our belts in aid of the Persian Crusade, there seems every chance that virtuous impoverishment will be allowed to continue bestowing its spiritual graces.

Mental Strife Redux

There is no such thing as inclusive patriotism. The term is an oxymoron. At best, patriotism is a membership badge: look at me, I'm in the Churchill Club! At worst, it's a driving power behind the combination of megalomania and self-pity that characterises the Trumpstersphere, the Farage Falange and all the rest of the master-racers, ghetto-builders and Other-bashers. One can have good reasons for adopting it, as when a small nation seeks to differentiate itself from an imperial oppressor; but since patriotism itself compels us not to view England, let alone Britain, as small or subordinate to an empire, such stunts as this look all the more fatuously hypocritical. The idea that one can usefully debate a burbling incoherence, as the Blairites tied themselves in knots doing twenty years ago, is very nearly as ludicrous as the hope that one might somehow impose nuance on thugs by having a less heated debate over who's Out and who's In.

Free Money, No Commitments

Where depth has no value, scum can sometimes have its price; and recent defections from the Conservative Party to the Farage Falange seem to have prompted a bit of a revaluation. One of the migrant squillionaires who runs the strutting Caudillo has declared himself no longer interested in an electoral pact between the Farage Falange and the least popular of its major imitators; presumably because the remains of the Conservative Party would constitute an electoral asset almost as buoyant as the CEO of Team Starmer. The squillionaire in question has in the past provided some pocket change to help the National Johnson with his P45, and has donated several squillions to the Farage Falange under at least two of its several aliases. Nevertheless, the squillionaire is one with the strutting Caudillo in proclaiming loudly and clearly that he requested nothing in return for his spontaneous and disinterested generosity. Whether the strutting Caudillo was told rather than asked, or whether only a nod or a wink was required for the necessary understanding, is of course a matter purely for their private delectation.

British Bastion Bought By Boche

It could hardly happen to a more deserving newspaper, or at the expense of a more satisfactory loser. After three years of turmoil precipitated by the Barclay family's financial indiscretions, the Waily Toryguff has been bought by a company of beastly foreigns, and Euro-wogs to boot, which has edged out a competing bid from the Rothermere Daily Stürmer. Apparently the plan is to turn the blithering old rag into the "leading centre-right media outlet" among the English-speaking peoples; which will of course require a substantial move leftwards, not only from the Toryguff's current wallowing-grounds but from almost the entire mainstream of the British press. The new owner's acquaintance with the mainland's media scene is slight enough that the company's chief executive can refer to the Toryguff as having something to do with "quality British journalism;" so it is devoutly to be hoped that buyer's remorse can be sufficiently postponed.

Not All Fun and Games

It appears that wog-bombing, even when a special relationship is involved, may occasionally result in complications. An estimated three hundred thousand real people are in locations adversely affected by the Persian Crusade; whether as tourists who thought the Palestinian genocide would bring peace to the region and set up some quality beach-front, or as immigrants who have integrated fully into the local community and speak fluent Arabic. Many such worthies now legitimately and understandably crave repatriation, which in this context differs from the Home Office's version because the idea is to pull real people out of danger rather than pushing little people into it. Alas, the Persian Crusade is at least sufficiently Christian to make no distinction between millionaires and billionaires, so the private aircraft market is in the midst of an embarrassment of riches; not least courtesy of His Majesty's Government and the ever-obliging domestic taxpayer. It is certainly to be hoped that net contributors to economic growth will be appropriately prioritised.

Common Ground

Not only do Christians not love their enemies or do good to those that persecute them; not only do they not sell all they possess and give to the poor in sure and certain hope of treasure in heaven; it seems they cannot even summon up sufficient faith to believe in their Saviour's promise of jam at the end of time. More than two hundred potential participants in the Persian Crusade, representing all three branches of the Abrahamic delusion but mostly the Christian, have complained because their commanders are echoing the Christ's more demented millennial rhetoric and proclaiming the Trumpster's divine mission to bring about the Second Coming. The present US Secretary of War has endorsed capital punishment for homosexuality and doubtless for sorcery as well, besides the usual business about women knowing their place; so although his position on wearing more than one fabric at a time remains as yet unclear, we may at least be reassured that the Persian Crusade is not being preached from mere antipathy towards the values of the Islamic Republic.

Contemplating the Naval

From the Crimean War through Afghanistan, the Somme, Operation Market Garden, and more Afghanistan, the British military mind has been notable for the efficiency and rapidity of its informational processing; and its response to the newly initiated Persian Crusade appears to be no exception. Hostile drone activity around Cyprus has induced the Ministry for Wog-Bombing to consider the possibility of sending a destroyer, or possibly a different destroyer, to see about things; which has induced a former defence attaché to comment: "That the UK is now 'considering' sending a destroyer to the eastern Mediterranean is a clear indication one should have been there already." In fairness, there have been comparatively few military build-ups recently to indicate that the Trumpster and his head-tribble might be less than whole-heartedly oriented towards regional tranquillity. Besides, it's hardly as if Cyprus or the Mediterranean Sea were near enough to the Levant, viz. the Middle East, for any reasonable grown-up to anticipate that an assault on Iran, which sponsors Hezbollah, which operates in Lebanon, which is an hour and a quarter's flight from Cyprus, might lead to a bit of trouble there. If the struggle for independence from the Strasbrussels yoke has taught any lesson at all, it is that islands owned by the master race are not prey to the whims of nearby continents. But hindsight is a wonderful thing.

Shoulder to Something or Other

No matter how unsustainable a moderate and sensible administration may find such fripperies as social security, infrastructure and wages, there is always money for war. A related principle evidently applies in the matter of Team Starmer's U-turns, the promptitude of which is pereceptibly if subtly enhanced when wog-bombing is the issue. Initially in favour of perpetuating child poverty, Team Starmer took about eighteen months to decide otherwise; the shift from rear-echelon complaisance with war crimes to full-on facilitation took all of forty-eight hours. More gloriously still, not even that level of abjection proved sufficient to satisfy the Trumpster and his head-tribble, who expressed disappointment at the unwonted show of tardiness, as well as Team Starmer's lack of real-estate smarts in dealing with those cunning Mauritians.

Middle East in Flames - No Britons Hurt

Iranian missiles are very inconsiderately falling within a couple of hundred metres of Britain's plucky little troops. While the glorious co-victors of Iraq, Afghanistan and Libya have elected to sit this one out for the moment, Britain is still participating in the Persian crusade after a non-participatory, British sort of fashion, much as it would ideally like to participate in the European Union. Yet despite all moderate and middle-way efforts to be simultaneously involved in the good bits and not involved in the rest, Muslim extremists persist in causing unnecessary trouble. It is to be hoped that the work of freedomisation can be brought to a rapid and happy conclusion before Iran is able either to harm any non-expendables or to goad the World Cop or the Righteous State into a friendly-fire indiscretion.

Plucky Little Helpers

Lighter moments are all too rare for Team Starmer at present, so the management must have rejoiced at the latest assault on Iran. Despite occurring a couple of days too late to bury the bad news of the by-election, the wog-bombing may provide some compensation for the Government's drubbing at the hands of sectarian Muslims forcing their families to vote for a white working woman representing a party led by a gay Jew. Indubitably it enables Team Starmer to compensate for its domestic flops with a bit of international posturing.

Moral courage is as prominently on display as one would expect, with denials of any participation in the attack followed by stern warnings against indiscriminate (any, in Oldspeak) retaliation by Iran. The chair of the foreign affairs select committee said that the UK should resist being drawn into another Middle East war and admitted to some difficulty in seeing any legal justification for the military strike, before stating that the UK might well allow itself to be drawn into another Middle East war should the mad mullahs have the temerity to treat the UK as an accomplice of the Kingdom of the Trumpster and the Righteous State. Presumably in order to forestall any such delusion, the Royal Air Force is already being deployed to help defend the aggressors against the consequences of their aggression; while the CEO of Team Starmer roundly condemned the Iranians for refusing to seek the negotiated solution into which the Trumpster and his head-tribble are so ardently trying to bomb them.