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 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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As someone remarked in a recent comment thread, this unreality may go far in explaining the greater prevalence of psychological disorders among “progressive” people.
Obviously bold, italics, and underscores are necessary to emphasize the CAPITAL LETTERS have meaning.
Those people know very well what they are doing is wrong but they don’t care and know they can get blind sympathy by the idiot leftists by claiming ignorance.
I say castrate them when caught.
.38 caliber PowerPoint presentations should do the trick quite nicely.
Arabic doesn’t have capital letters. Neither do Pashto, Persian, Uzbek, Turkmen, Balochi, Punjabi, Sindhi, or Saraiki, all of which are written languages of Pakistan and Afghanistan, all of which are a modified Arabic.
Which means they were presenting in ENGLISH.
God Almighty, these people are morons.
Look, if they did PowerPoint orientations IN THEIR NATIVE LANGUAGES, and passed out fliers to reinforce the message, and then followed it up with police enforcement — if they regularly arrested the loiterers, then the presentations would be fine.
“Listen up: you do this stuff here, you get arrested.”
But we all know that the cops are too busy arresting old folks who are looking a little too meditative a few blocks from the abortion clinic, so the absurdity factor goes way past 11.
Highly credentialed morons thank you very much.
Aelfheld, hollow point, not power point.
As Dicentra put it in the comments following this,
And I don’t think many enthusiasts of importing the incompatible have that kind of psychological wherewithal.
See, for instance, Mr Dan Snow. A man who puffed his chest in indignant denial while neighbourhoods burned.
They’re Our Betters, you know. They say so themselves.
[ Slurps coffee, mutters about humidity. ]
And on the topic of immigration and tribalism, a comment possibly worth repeating:
And yet here we are.
Re the above, a little more:
But hey, maybe that’s just me.
[ Post updated. ]
Stick with me on this one …
In the great divide between Capitalist and Socialist societies, it boils down to the drivers of greed and generosity respectively, where the former is viewed as bad and the latter is good.
But greed is inherent in human nature, no incentive is needed to drive it, whereas generosity is less so, and it often is the case it needs to be enforced, ruthlessly, otherwise it won’t work.
So Socialism always leans towards authoritarianism, and in every aspect, if you are not seen as being sufficiently generous, you need to be locked up or shot, or something.
If you aren’t generous to these barbarians you need to STFU.
That.
Well, the let’s-all-rub-along ideal isn’t without appeal. I would imagine that plenty of people are pleased by a frisson of cosmopolitanism, of having friends and neighbours from other places, while establishing cultural common ground. A common understanding. Few of us would want to be regarded as parochial. But for this to work in the real world, there are, it seems to me, some fairly obvious physical and social limits. Factors that, if violated, may undermine the whole thing.
The cultural common ground, for instance, is by no means unimportant. And yet there are those, like Mr Snow, mentioned above, who would have us believe that even to think in such terms is a failure of sophistication, if not racism and outright wickedness. People for whom “diversity” seems to be the belief that the less we have in common, and feel we have in common, the happier we will be. An unobvious proposition, to say the least.
At which point, a certain bus stop queue comes to mind. Along with what it symbolises. Quite vividly, I think.
And there’s a world of difference between a newcomer not knowing the social rules and being inadvertently impolite, and large numbers of newcomers who show no interest in finding out what politeness is.
As noted in the post linked above, the rate at which new arrivals materialise, their sheer numbers, will have an effect on how well, or how poorly, those new arrivals adapt to the customs and values of the host society. Indeed, it will have an effect on whether those new arrivals feel inclined, or obliged, to make any such attempt.
Well, that’s a relief. I feared it was imprecations upon the French. [ Fleeting glance at correction booth. ]
At five-thirty this morning it was 21°C and 72% humidity.
I do not thrive in such conditions.
[ Shakes fist at atmosphere of planet Earth. ]
At five-thirty this morning it was 21°C and 72% humidity.
I do not thrive in such conditions.
Here in the States there is this lovely young man, living his best life in Pikeville, KY, who has become the weatherman of the Internet with his accurate forecasting. So, if Ryan says the CAPE is out the wazoo and it’s gonna get hot, you can believe him.
BTW, Americans . . . it’s about to get $#^*@&! hot.
That’s a dew point of a shade over 16C, or 60F.
I just checked the local conditions (Kingston, the closest weather station), and the dew point is a lovely 70F.
So I don’t know what you’re complaining about.
[ Faints. ]
How I see David:
At five-thirty this morning it was 21°C and 72% humidity.
Rookie numbers, nigh a cool desert morn. 0430, 76 real degrees, 94%.
How you lot ever managed to survive in all your colonies (The Great White North excluded) will forever be a mystery.
We’re delicate creatures, really. We evolved for a habitat of overcast skies and intermittent drizzle.
Were it not so unpleasantly hot and sticky, I’d have some devastating comeback.
Just so we’re clear.
Same temperature here, but 79% humidity. Projected to reach 86 Fahrenheit later today. That’s why I usually get my exercise before sunrise.
[ Checks refrigerator. Verifies presence of sufficient chilled wine, fruit, ice cubes. ]
More of those cultural subtleties.
Because the public swimming pool is a place where you now have to politely explain that sexually assaulting primary-school children is not permitted.
I know, I know. It’s just like using the wrong cutlery at a fancy meal.