Explaining Civilisation
And in thriving multiculturalism news:
Exactly zero men who would loiter near schools to harass or sexually assault young girls will be deterred by a power point presentation. If that’s not innately unthinkable to you, no amount of talk will make it so and you simply have no place in civilization. https://t.co/5Beehg9EGK
— Hunter Ash (@ArtemisConsort) June 27, 2025
From the Telegraph piece in question:
Ah, capital letters. That should do it.
The unhappy statistics quoted in the article – say, that illegal migrants from Afghanistan are 22 times more likely to commit sex offences – will melt away in no time. And the fact that remarkably similar patterns are found in other European countries suddenly drenched in vibrancy is something that will doubtless just sort itself out.
The uninvited newcomers – chiefly, it seems, men of fighting age and all mysteriously unencumbered by identifying documents – are given helpful pointers on the customary use of pavements and pedestrian crossings, and are warned about the hazards of randomly strolling through moving traffic on busy roads. They are also introduced to the novel concepts of avoiding foul language in public and not abusing animals for amusement purposes.
Other teething problems have, it seems, arisen:
Not loitering at the gates of primary schools in order to film small children being another cultural subtlety requiring clarification.
Lawyers for Sadeq Nikzad, who entered the UK illegally on a small boat in 2023, told the court that he had not been educated about the significant cultural differences between the UK and Afghanistan. He was jailed for nine years for the sex attack, in Falkirk town centre.
Last week the Telegraph revealed that foreign nationals are responsible for more than a quarter of convictions for sex assaults on women.
As I’m sure you’d agree, it’s all going terribly well.
Readers will, of course, recall Finland’s answer to such sudden-onset vibrancy – namely, the please-don’t-rape-me dance, performed below.
Finnish socialist women dance to ask fake asylum seekers not to sexuaIIy abuse European women. Socialist women are a problem. pic.twitter.com/PtIwNRpwx9
— RadioGenoa (@RadioGenoa) April 27, 2025
As a yardstick of civilisational self-destruction, and dark farce, it’s quite a thing. As is the pernicious conceit, so fashionable among Our Betters, that if only we were kinder and more thoughtful, if only we fretted more and were somehow more accommodating, and if only we’d stop noticing, these things would just go away.
As illustrated during last year’s tribal rioting:
And from the same, what one might regard as a telling detail:
Mr Snow, since you ask, is married to the philanthropist Lady Edwina Louise Grosvenor, daughter of the sixth Duke of Westminster, one of the country’s richest landowners, with an estimated fortune north of £7 billion. Needless to say, Mr Snow does not live in, or anywhere near, the kinds of “diverse” neighbourhoods now being trashed and terrorised by competing tribes.
Tribes that apparently shouldn’t exist.
The unrealism of such people and their peers, Our Betters, has created a problem on a vast scale and which is dire in its implications – a problem that they are apparently unwilling to fix or even clearly identify. And so, they retreat further into unrealism and absurdity – with PowerPoint presentations on not abusing animals and please-don’t-rape-me dances – while expecting others – those on whom they’ve inflicted the problem – to become unrealistic and absurd too.
It’s the progressive way. In this and so much else.
Update, via the comments:
One of the consequences of massive, indiscriminate immigration – equivalent to the entire population of Sheffield, every year – is that it radically alters the general mood of those on whom this demographic transformation is being imposed. One might, for instance, aspire to the role of gracious host, as it were, of making newcomers feel welcome. But this ideal presupposes an immigration policy that is limited and selective, and in which newcomers have good reason to feel lucky – and grateful.
The graciousness of the locals, the ideal, depends on the notion that the host country is regarded as something special, a desirable thing, something worthy of respect.
But massive, indiscriminate immigration undermines that ideal. If seemingly anyone can walk in and demand goodies, any ill-mannered flotsam of the world, and if they can do so with no discernible sense of gratitude, or any expectation of such, and with no apparent regard for the norms and values of the host society, as if they were unimportant, then the indigenous population may feel they have little reason to be gracious. Indeed, being gracious may be something of a struggle.
I realise that even the idea that the locals might dare to think in such terms – of being the gracious host – is, for some, anathema, a basis for tutting and scolding. But the sense that the value of one’s society – one’s home – is being pissed away, sold off cheap, is not a promising basis for coexistence.
And yet here we are.
Doubtless there are progressives who would regard the ‘gracious host’ attitude as wickedly hierarchical and ‘othering’, or even racist. But I suspect it’s how quite a few people process a sudden influx of newcomers, regardless of the gasping of lefties. I suspect that something along those lines is a necessary precondition of any subsequent coexistence. A social lubricant.
And were I to relocate to, say, South Korea, I think I would feel much like a guest – and feel a corresponding obligation to be on my best behaviour. Possibly on an indefinite basis. I very much doubt I’d feel entitled to disregard queueing norms, or to, quite literally, shit on the doorsteps of the indigenous.
But hey, maybe that’s just me.
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I fear they may be overreaching there, just a tad.
“[…] a brand named after its founder, Sir Tom Lipton, who started an eponymous grocery retail business in the United Kingdom in 1871.”
[ Eyebrows raise. ]
I guess I assumed it was an American company because I never saw their tea mentioned by Brits, and especially because the tea is so mediocre. I grew up on Lipton tea, and did not realize how good tea could be until, in my twenties, I tasted imported British and Chinese tea for the first time.
Treason Day is less than 24 hours away, so we’ll have to find something else for David to sneer at.
But still no Wensleydale.
Simple amusement.
I thought the prosthetic leg was a nice touch. It’s like that joke that’s mighty damn funny itself but then right behind it comes the real punch line. Who said Germans can’t be funny?
If you fill the conversation space with lies, those lies eventually become the truth. Nothing new about that. Reality belongs to those who create it, endorse it, celebrate it, live in it. Until a bridge falls down or a war starts or some other form of “bad luck” happens.
Simple amusement.
Related, two chaps discuss a book which IIRC has been seen here before, long but good, if nothing else, check out King Arthur and the Stuarts.
I can’t condone this, of course, though I did chuckle.
I denounce myself.
Meanwhile, in the media.
As someone suggests in the replies, we need an X account, the sole purpose of which is to correct the headlines of mainstream news outlets, stripping away the obfuscation and attempts to mislead.
To satisfy the demand for ideological purity from 5% of the population, the media is printing lies about Hamas, fanning flames of anti-semitism, doxxing ICE agents, covering up the autopen scandal, calling violent riots “free speech”, supporting dictatorships (Iran) and favoring them getting nukes, pretending it is no big deal for men to enter female locker rooms (and refusing to admit nakedness is involved), and pretending hormones and surgery for children is “care”. And they wonder why we do not trust them.
Beware large, randy, red-headed German women…especially when wet.
Beware large, randy, red-headed German women…
Brian May was unavailable for comment…
“Hello, it’s The Master”. Or maybe “the Mastur”.