Even Orwell didn’t anticipate the state sanctioning the mass rape and sex-slavery of its children

Last night a few people sent in a link of a video that was about the Labour government under Gordon Brown in the UK, having INSTRUCTED THE POLICE NOT TO INVESTIGATE the massive muslim RAPE GANGS in the UK.

Scratching my memory it was Richard and PePo I believe. Thank you to both and anyone else who sent it in.

Both links showed as “Video Unavailable” when I clicked the links.

So I will endeavour to post everything I can about the story here and in future posts.

In other news, Theresa May promises to step down at some point in the future, much like she promised BREXIT I suppose.

More to be posted on this.

Anyone even vaguely interested in knowing the facts behind this crime of all time, should buy and read the book, Easy Meat, on Amazon.com.

Addendum: Some new-normal, Orwellian reporting on an unspecified event where 2 non-specific people are under arrest for something.

Sheffield major incident: Two boys dead as streets cordoned off – police on scene

Two boys, aged 14 and 13, were confirmed dead by South Yorkshire Police, while four children between the ages of seven months and 11-years-old remain in hospital. The cause of death has not been established but two people have been arrested on suspicion of murder.

 

Emergency services were called to an incident near Hartley Brook Primary Academy in Sheffield at 7.30am this morning. 

 

Four ambulances and 15 police cars attended the scene, while an air ambulance landed on the school playground. There is a large police cordon in place. 

 

The incident happened at a property in Gregg House Road in the Shiregreen area in Sheffield. It is believed the property is around 100 metres from the school. 

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Officers said that the incident is an isolated one and is no longer live. They also confirmed that family have been informed and are being supported by specially trained officers. 

In summary, 2 people are arrested for an event at a school which killed two boys.

Articles on the Labour Party INSTRUCTING police to NOT INVESTIGATE MUSLIM RAPE GANGS

H/T Wrath off Khan

Reddit list of removed rape gangs in the UK:

H/T NorseRadish

 

About Eeyore

Canadian artist and counter-jihad and freedom of speech activist as well as devout Schrödinger's catholic

77 Replies to “Even Orwell didn’t anticipate the state sanctioning the mass rape and sex-slavery of its children”

  1. It appears that many today are unable to express themselves without the use of bad language. A failure of their education.
    Refuse to circulate videos from such people containing any bad language.
    There concern for ‘likes’ and ratings will soon change their behaviour.
    This is not the kind of language most of us wish to hold up as an example to others.
    We will not take our example from any YouTube self-promoting, self-obsessed ‘celebrity’!!

    • I get it. Gates of Vienna carefully screens subtitles and so on for foul language and I understand and appreciate your concern.

      But there are bigger things in the works. I wont allow personal style to interfere with what might be effective. To use a poor analogy, would you fail to pass on a warning from an amateur astronomer that a meteor was going to wipe out your city because he starts his video with HOLY F**K! A METEOR IS COMING AND ITS GONNA F***ING KILL US ALL!

      Once everyone is safe we can start to up our standards. Personally, I try (and fail) to use art rather than expletives to make a point strongly. But I don’t hold other people to my standards like I don’t tell them how to dress or what to eat.

      • Excuses!
        Standards of decency are to be upheld always – not just when it suits us.

        • @ Coram Deo

          I do have a feeling that LINGUISTIC “standards of decency” were upheld always by the powerful politicians who facilitated the atrocities (including murder) committed on these English children who, coming from (often) the lowest “classes” were not equipped to “uphold ALWAYS” (if ever) the Standards of Decency you seem to demand.

          What do you say, as a 10-11-12-13-14 year old, hardly literate girl when you are being sodomised by “dirty old men” 8 – 10 or more at the time, when your tongue is being nailed to the table, because you had threatened to go to the police, when your father, trying to find you, saw you in a hotel room, under a table fellating up to 8 dirty old muslim males and nothing happened to the rapists, but your father got arrested ?

          I suggest, before casting the first stone, you follow Eeyore’s advice and read the book “Easy Meat”.

              • You obviously have no argument.
                I would stop before you dig an even deeper hole for yourself.

                • You obviously have no argument.
                  I would stop before you dig an even deeper hole for yourself.

                  Look in a mirror, you hypocrite! Although, you’ll need a hook and ladder fire engine to get a glimpse of your hairline.

                  Fucking hell, did you not comprehend that part about: “Why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother’s eye, but perceivest not the beam that is in thine own eye?” Face the question squarely.

                  Claiming that a proven and dedicated stalwart like Rita has “no argument” isn’t just a BLOODY RUDE INSULT, it bankrupts your (now-spurious) claim to moral authority.

                  Of course, that’s just the kneejerk defensiveness of a chivalrous chauvinist, potty-mouthed, hothead like me who couldn’t distinguish between a lanthanum superhydride high temperature superconductor or the role of backchaining logic in artificial intelligence, if YOUR life depended upon it.

                  Then there’s the rejected antimatter annihilation in quasi-metallic laser mediums, real time infra-red Schlieren imaging of transonic fighters, a smidgen of architecture and, just for the hell of it, some of my own lyrics that I’ve performed with six-string acoustic guitar for countless people.

                  PS: That’s the content I’ve gladly posted here in the past several weeks (links available upon request).

                  So, Coram Deo, what have you brought to the table lately? Aside from your sanctimonious preening, that is…

            • Subtitles and translations should respect the word choice of the original.
              Maybe include a caution for those who prefer to skip it. Warnings for graphic material are standard.

        • Excuses!
          Standards of decency are to be upheld always – not just when it suits us.

          Cool beans, Coram Deo. Why not appoint yourself our judge and jury so that you can rid the world of fucking profanity?

          Here you are squealing about how we garnish English at the dinner table. Meanwhile, out behind the barn, sons of bitches are shamelessly butchering language alive. But we’re all supposed to drop everything and clutch at our pearls because someone got a bit naughty at the keyboard.

          Read these words very closely if you would, Coram Deo:

          A man who deliberately inflicts violence on the language will almost certainly inflict violence on human beings if he acquires the power. Those who treasure the meaning of words will treasure truth, and those who bend words to their purposes are very likely in pursuit of anti-social ones. The correct and honorable use of words is the first and natural credential of civilized status.

          Paul Johnson — Enemies of Society

          And I say Johnson’s fucking well right. These Politically Correct, Multiculturalist rat bastards are cramming this world’s premier linguistic power tool into the Newspeak meat grinder but we’re supposed to get our panties in a wad about using a little French. Have I gotten your gist properly?

          So, let me get this straight, Coram Deo. Because I disagree with you in no un-fucking-certain terms about FREEDOM OF SPEECH, you should have the power to censure me because I have lost all respect for those who brutalize our American Constitutional Rights?

          Is that about it? If so, I’ll let you predict the next two words out of my mouth clacking forth from my keyboard. Ready? Set?

          GET KNOTTED.

          The option of biting my tongue for those who would gladly mute all unpleasant language in favor of prissy, propinquitous BULLSHIT fell away with the smoking spire of Notre Dame Anyone who wants to dispute the value of unvarnished speech had best bring a few gallons of Varathane and a sheep fleece roller to lacquer over my ornery ass when the time comes.

          Arrive empty-handed for that little dustup, and everyone will find you later (to paraphrase my favorite salty Catholic, Ann Barnhardt), crying like a baby in the little girl’s room.

          For your dining and dancing pleasure:

          T = 00:11:18 NSFW

          • You know what ticks me off?

            That somehow muslims have managed to use the letter Q without a U after it. Drives me crazy.

            • LOL @ Eeyore… and this gets my Prize for “Richest Analogy of the Month”:

              To use a poor analogy, would you fail to pass on a warning from an amateur astronomer that a meteor was going to wipe out your city because he starts his video with HOLY F**K! A METEOR IS COMING AND ITS GONNA F***ING KILL US ALL!”

            • That somehow muslims have managed to use the letter Q without a U after it.

              You’re trying to tell this jackbooted Grammar Nazi about that? Harrumph!

              Drives me crazy.

              Me too … fortunately, it’s a short drive.

          • You’re just getting lazy, NR.
            Your vocabulary is more than adequate. An occasional expletive may be expressive, but that’s it.

            Why such an increase in frequency?
            If you’re reduced by tough times now, you’ll be down to grunts and groans and whimpers before the real war comes to your door.

            • Why such an increase in frequency?

              As one of this board’s really serious contributors, yours is a perfectly valid question. Please do me the kindness of scrolling down to Johnnyu’s comment … as I’m still a wee bit gobsmacked from giving him the earnest answer he so deserved.

              I’ll entertain all subsequent inquiries.

      • I have followed that woman for a long time, she was one of the first to openly defend Tommy Robinson and in her first videos she identified herself as a (former) police woman. I have stopped following her only for the minor fact, that she started to hold a big fat black cat that was nearly twice her size and the cat took over the “stage” and dominated the screen.

        I have not seen her as emotional as in this video, but I can understand her double anger, as a human being and an ex-British police woman. As I do not remember her using the f-words as a normality, they pack an extra punch.

        As a police woman, seeing her colleagues “following orders” of such depravity, I am not surprised at her rage and am reminded of the words from Hannah Arendt:

        “Keiner hat das Recht zu gehorchen”.
        “No-one has the Right to obey”.

        And there goes the Nürnberg Defence !

          • You overrate your own opinion as a value item. ? I guess that Bowdler could be your real name. The worst “bad manner” is noticing openly someone else’s bad manners. Even if I shared your view I would condemn your attempt to police and thereby censor any posts here as that makes you part of the problem we all face.

            • Even if I shared your view I would condemn your attempt to police and thereby censor any posts here as that makes you part of the problem we all face.

              Thank you so much, Michelle. Feel free to mark a spot and I’ll kiss it.

          • Crude is boring.
            Body parts and functions, chains of obscenities – we’re down to vulgar screeds.
            Every now and then, fine. A punchline, an extreme reaction is expressive.
            But that’s it.

            We’re not in the army here. Not yet, anyway. Don’t anticipate the foxhole or the gutter.

            • Yep. Salt and pepper if you must, but not the main menu.

              It’s good to study people who can get their point across without the common expletives. They’ve been used so often that they aren’t shocking any more. Does far more good, if you want to win people over. If all you want to do is let off steam, better to go for a walk or hit a punching bag.

              • They’ve been used so often that they aren’t shocking any more

                Erm … Then what’s the big problem?

              • Yep. Salt and pepper if you must, but not the main menu.

                Have you ever enjoyed Portuguese rock-salt grilled beef? How about a well-prepared peppercorn steak?

                HINT: — You don’t have to eat all the cracked pepper, because it’s only there to spice up things up (sort of like something else we were talking about that I just can’t seem to recall at the moment). Even with a robust main course, not everything has to leave the plate.

                Or have I been doing ribs and lobsters wrong all this time? —

                More than anything, don’t eat all the pepper on that steak. Specially not just to please the chefs. They’ll think you’re bonkers.

                T = 00:03:13 TSFW

            • Crude is boring.

              So is making unresponsive, drive by, sideswipes at people. But, hey! Who’s counting, eh? In truth, one is a helluva lot more boorish than the other but, for the nonce, let’s all overlook that little trout-in-the-milk-pail, shall we?

              After all, isn’t Coram Deo absolutely right that drawing room etiquette and the Queensbury Rules must prevail at all costs? That policy worked out so well for thousands of innocent young girls all across the UK, now didn’t it.

              Look at what going ever-so-politely schtum about such unpleasantness did for all those gang-rape victims. Far better that we not rear to spoil the tranzi elite’s Lucullan feast than lapse into any guttural language that might scorch hairless young eardrums.

              NOTE: — Is this where I’m supposed to go and count how many times Tommy Robinson says “fuck” in all of his videos so, that way, I can more carefully censor tailor my language quotas to please everyone else’s consensus judgement? It’s always so reassuring to see years of effort towards that end upon my part be given such credit. —

              After all, it’s ever-so much more convenient to merely pretend that someone else is beyond redemption and shun them altogether … Wow! Isn’t that just like how the Muslims treat Jews?

              Why am I suddenly craving a case of beer?!?

              • It would be great to drop this thread now as there doesn’t seem to be much by way of new thoughts. I find the personal attacks from our readers to our readers to be distressing. We all get how each other feels about swear words.

                now lets see if we can save our civilization.

                Thanks.

                • It would be great to drop this thread now as there doesn’t seem to be much by way of new thoughts.

                  How lamentable that you feel so. Some of these latest comments have been the most revealing of all. Or is it only me who gets that impression?

                  This being your website, Eeyore, I would not dream of contradicting your wishes.

                  It’s just odd that, after nearly six weeks, suddenly, people come out of the woodwork acting all fritterpated about whatever when they could have spoken up over a month ago. Why is that? It’s certainly not as if I have ever had any reputation for being vindictive or selective.

                  All the same, are people obliged to speak up about anything? Absolutely not. In fact, strategic silence seems to be all the rage these days.

                  However, it remains rather strange that, despite being provided with some glaring examples (e.g., being physically assaulted in public), only a few souls here seem particularly aware of much that I’ve been writing about.

                  Such a thing is totally conspicuous in its (commendable) rarity here at VTB. It’s also my sincere hope that I never exhibit a smidgen of the opacity seen in this thread.

                  Rather than EVER see this site feel the slightest need to close a thread, I’ll merely bow out by thanking Johnnyu, Malca, Rita, EB, EW, Michelle, Fred Middleton and the few other good souls for their sincere engagement with what, evidently, is an uncomfortable topic for others.

                  So be it. Thank you, Eeyore (and the entire VTB team) for all of your efforts.

                  PS: It’s really too bad how, when an arrogant statement like:

                  It appears that many today are unable to express themselves without the use of bad language. A failure of their education.

                  … is answered with:

                  “I could not agree with you fucking more.”

                  … that no one seems to have picked up on the Comedy Buffet that ever-thoughtful Coram Deo single-handedly catered for us.

          • I’m guessing Coram that you never worked in a life and death situation. Flying fecks roll over the tongue during such times. You are missing the big picture.

            • I’m guessing Coram that you never worked in a life and death situation.

              Thank you too, EB. I’ll ask that people please take into consideration how some of us might think that we’re already in, “a life and death situation.” Just sayin’.

              Watching Notre Dame blaze away into oblivion sorta, kinda toggled that bit over to strobe-preset for me. I’ve been looking all over for my line command cheat sheet but, right now, the manual Crash–Reset DPDT knife switch looks like my only option in this OEM’s unconditional instruction set and letting Islam start from zero just doesn’t hack it.

              Ground ZERO?

              Now you’re talking!

          • You confuse anger with the need to have a foul mouth.

            Why do I need a “foul mouth” when I’ve already got one?

            Sheesh, how did humanity ever manage to survive for this long without the benison of such sanctimonious impeccable guidance? Why didn’t all of us just leave home early while we still knew everything? Do pharmacists sell farms?

            Tape at eleven.

        • I have not seen her as emotional as in this video, but I can understand her double anger, as a human being and an ex-British police woman. As I do not remember her using the f-words as a normality, they pack an extra punch.

          Dear Rita, if you or anyone else reading this is in contact with that fabulous analyst of body language—the one who posts a lot on GlueTube—please oh, please get this post’s opening clip reviewed.

          I am especially grateful to have had the foreknowledge of her role as a police woman before watching the video, Rita. I’d already seen some of her clips but, unaware of this woman’s LEO background, obviously was not taking away the full quid.

          Without a shred of formal training myself, all the tension, grief, rage, indignation, and sense of abject betrayal still is plainly written across her face. It would take snowflakes or Muslims to remain unmoved by such patent anguish. Her unrehearsed expressions and gestures can be read like a polygraph.

          As a one-time police officer—but most especially as an honourable woman—it must twist the blade endlessly for her to have known this for so long ago. Siding with TR from the onset (and having risked all socioeconomic standing to do so) is the bravery-under-fire that simply radiates from this woman.

          FULL DISCLOSURE: It took a lot longer than the time to type this before I finally remembered how my original intent was to drive by with some wisecrack about fucking language. Watching the clip blanked those thoughts like an Arctic whiteout.

        • “No-one has the Right to obey”.

          And again, thank you, Rita. I can only hope that Arendt’s warning will be Antifa’s epitaph (as in a “warning” from THEIR grave). It’s like a Reverse Polish Logic (RPL) analogue of, “Be very careful what you wish for…”

          Be very careful no one wishes for the Right to 0bey

          That kinda has a catchy lilt to it, don’t you think?

          PS: Curious, innit? The way 0bama used that word, “0bey” so much. Coincidence? I beer think don’t!!!

      • To use a poor analogy, would you fail to pass on a warning from an amateur astronomer that a meteor was going to wipe out your city because he starts his video with HOLY F**K! A METEOR IS COMING AND ITS GONNA F***ING KILL US ALL!

        You’ll have to pardon me, Eeyore. But there’s nary a “poor analogy” in sight. Your point could not be more astronomically clear.

        People are piddling fiddling around, quarreling over how many demure, prissy little angles can dance on a pinhead, whilst Rome our world is burning down around our ears.

        Once everyone is safe we can start to up our standards. Personally, I try (and fail) to use art rather than expletives to make a point strongly. But I don’t hold other people to my standards like I don’t tell them how to dress or what to eat.

        Thank you for that saving grace. Everyone here saw me spend YEARS posting comments and replies at VTB which assiduously avoided the lower levels of profanity in language. Everybody here probably read last month’s account of my predicting, OVER TEN YEARS AGO, that Muslims would destroy Notre Dame (this can be independently verified by respected sources).

        All who are reading these words most likely also recall my equally accurate and tearful assessment of the cathedral’s horribly damaged condition, even before the ashes had cooled. Meanwhile, numerous pundits (e.g., Bill Whittle) were already blathering about moving on from MODERN HISTORY’S MOST ATROCIOUS ACT OF VANDALISM..

        At least Sri Lanka’s Christians are not so blinded by the Left’s methanol-laced Kool-Aid.™

        But, for the sake of propinquity, let’s all just hold our noses and play “nice” (per Barnhardt) so we can ignore how Dumbo’s farts are stinking up the room, because it’s more far important to chastise those who aren’t submissively feeding the elephant on schedule.

        PS: Eeyore, it is exactly at such a time as this where I am ethically and morally obliged to gratefully thank you for showing such exemplary respect for my Freedom of Speech. Regardless of any other differences we may have, you will ALWAYS deserve my undying respect for so nobly defending FREE THOUGHT, mankind’s most basic liberty.

    • It appears that many today are unable to express themselves without the use of bad language. A failure of their education.

      I could not agree with you fucking more. There is a veritable tsunami of ignoramuses with shoe-sized IQs that cannot help but help themselves for being assholes that descend into stoopid shit profanity at every turn.

      Why, it’s as if the world’s some pisshole, bandstand and these fucking assholes can’t be bothered to ever make a single damned literary reference or even trouble themselves to cite a fact when they post their usual inarticulate bullshit. They strut about with fretless guitars for an hour upon some overpriced, underlit stage and then these one-hit wonders are heard no more. It is a tail, pulled by an intimate, dull and clowned with hurry, quantifying nothing!

      Other than that, yeah, I agree with you, Coram Deo. These foulmouthed jerkwad, bullshit artistes must be denied a soapbox in the marketplace of Ideas. Hell, most of them couldn’t quote Shakespeare correctly if their fucking lives depended on it.

      • tsk tsk tsk

        NorseRadish, normally our resident Bard is going all Canterbury Tales and Chaucer on us, while I’m feeling rather like Dorothy Parker after this:

        Helen of Troy had a wandering glance;
        Sappho’s restriction was only the sky;
        Ninon was ever the chatter of France;
        But oh, what a good girl am I!

        • Profanity is the effort of a feeble mind to express itself forcefully.

          Again, I could not agree with you fucking more. Assholes who are limited to a vocabulary defined solely by its offensiveness are pricks who pollute our green Earth. One need only listen to the filth being paraded about as (c)rap “music” to accurately guess how well a message based on cesspool morality is more likely flush with shit than anything else.

          Now, where were we? … Oh, yes.

          GET KNOTTED.

          To close, please enjoy your CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHT to live your unimposing life as you see fit. In return, why not try showing more respect for other people’s Constitutional Rights to live as they please? Especially when they’re expending a MILLION TIMES more effort than you are at preserving Western Civilization (right down to its gutter-mouthed, inarticulate, unlettered scum like me, who would DIE defending your right to criticize my discourtesy. Can you say the same?).

          I invite you to prove me wrong by pointing out where you have posted at Vlad Tepes Blog with more than a paragraph or two at a time of your own writing, analysis, and conclusions.

          Dropping by to chat and pass around snapshots of your ideological grandchildren is all well and fine. Always showing up with with a sack of shit fast food for the potluck—and then proceeding to quarrel about who wrote the invitations—will only earn you the reputation of a tiresome, boorish, thankless, shit.

          Warmest personal regards,

          NorseRadish

          • NR: I did notice not too long ago your transition from self-censoring your profanity, to expressing yourself without such inhibitions. Frankly, you’re probably writing better now.

            I’ve always been proud of the high standard that Eeyore sets here at VTB, and that somehow I could try to contribute to it. Of course, profanity is not for everyone. There is too much of it in our society today and I have pretty much lost the battle of keeping it out of earshot of my kids. I admire the people who write here because they generally seem so very decent, heartfelt, and smart in their endeavors to speak truth. I only wish I had more time to contribute.

            Writing well and clear is hard on even the best of days. Sometimes, when writing, emotion steps in and writes a few words. –Lord knows we see so much that infuriates us. When it does, and does so with profanity, I still ask whether or not I’ve measured and weighed my words in the service of clarity, hoping it will add weight to the occasional a punch.

            Other times, yes, it can be slightly gratuitous, unnecessary, yet satisfying in conveying an unvarnished response to the injustices perpetrated by all the commie and tard fuckers whose primary goal it is to enslave the rest of us.

            • NR: I did notice not too long ago your transition from self-censoring your profanity, to expressing yourself without such inhibitions. Frankly, you’re probably writing better now.

              Johnnyu, for a writer whose pen has so golden a nib as yours, please permit me to say this:

              With every ounce of genuine sincerity and meaning there is inside of me—Yours are not just the only, but also are the kindest, most compassionate, and consoling words that ANYONE, ANYWHERE, and at ANY TIME has said to me in recognition of the agony Notre Dame’s destruction has caused in my soul. Period.

              To place this in perspective, EVERYBODY who knows me knows that I love architecture. Full stop.

              Again, reliable sources will vouchsafe that; even as I began to predict the Muslim holocaust—never a capital “H” for that richly deserved and self-inflicted hell—along with Islam’s eventual annihilation, my writings made specific mention of preserving Islam’s more significant monuments (e.g., the Alhambra). THAT’S How much I love architecture.

              It was the first career I wanted to have as a child. One which continues to manifest as an appreciation of collecting, building, and restoring beautiful things that has followed me my entire lifetime.

              I’ve worked on new construction and supervised the refurbishment century-old Victorian and Edwardian residences (right down to restoration of natural-finish interior redwood trim in the latter). All executed with a care and dedication that won admiring nods of approval from a past president of my county’s Victorian restoration society. (With an eighteen-month zero accident track record to boot.)

              I have designed restaurants, research laboratories, and even a treetop café in Mobay that was meant to serve its ground-level discotheque. The plans I submitted were judged better than those of the original architect by another professional architect.

              Nobody, not one single person (until you), has even bothered to come forward and express the slightest understanding of my distress. NO ONE. Not in person, not by letter or email, not on the telephone or even hollered to me over the backyard fence.

              Not even my oldest friend—despite giving him very specific feedback after spending a portion of our last get together reviewing his extensive beach house remodeling plans—could be arsed to belch in my general direction.

              Not even a word from the architect who reviewed my disco plans and used to live next door in a Victorian as well. He’s someone who’s known me for decades, yet said nothing.

              A crowning touch: Imagine if I had sought counseling for PTSD related to the destruction of Notre Dame. We all bloody well know I’d be catapulted into a rubber room faster than they could tap latex trees to line the next one.

              On April 15th (while the flames were still raging), I even called the local AIA chapter and implored them to connect me with someone who had any background in European architecture.

              The receptionist who answered my call was CLUELESS and could not even comprehend why I was phoning.

              That was almost SIX WEEKS AGO and yours, Johnnyu, are the first and only words of understanding to come my way.

              I’ll put it this way … You can misspell my screen name for the rest of my life and this sclerotic, jackbooted, Grammar Nazi will give you a pass, EVERY TIME.

                • Lazy and sloppy.
                  You disappoint me.

                  Bzzzzt … Ooh, too bad. Today’s earnings drop to zero. Please be sure to phrase your replies as a question.

              • You’re welcome, NR. But now that you’ve had a night’s sleep straighten your tie, sharpen your pencil, and always remember to write the words and not let them write you.

                • You’re welcome, NR. But now that you’ve had a night’s sleep straighten your tie, sharpen your pencil, and always remember to write the words and not let them write you.

                  Much appreciated, Johnnyu, but sleep hasn’t factored itself into yesterday’s schedule quite yet.

                  Maybe it had something to do with discovering that the person who lives across the hall ruined the last of my matched pair of tiny marble-topped ice cream parlor tables that used to flank this building’s front door.

                  The first one she destroyed within weeks of moving in and, to hide her thoughtlessness, merely left the top unaffixed to its cast iron base (from which she had wrenched it from) so that the stonework fell off and shattered.

                  Prior to that, these perfect period-appropriate replica antiques had adorned my porch for some fifteen years in pristine, unmolested condition. Now, less than fifteen years later both of them are ruined.

                  How do I know she definitely ruined this latest one? Well, being the mechanically inclined) knuckle-dragging grease monkey that I am, both tables were hand-assembled from their kits by yours truly.

                  This last table’s marble top had supernaturally transmogrified away from its original threadwell that mated onto the metal stand over to a total kludge.

                  Oddly, the base’s original protruding thread had been hacked off and a crude attempt was made to glue the table top back onto the the metal with an adhesive that had less bonding strength than chewing gum.

                  I only noticed any of this because my last and final table had magically migrated to her back porch—with no preamble, warning, permission or consent upon my part.

                  Going up to it, I removed the potted plant (without any watering dish beneath it) which she had decided was all the poor old thing was good for anymore, and immediately noticed the now-stained table top wobble precariously.

                  It was instantly clear how this one, too, had been destroyed, just like my beautiful open-slat, wooden gym bench that I used to have beneath my front window that she moved (again, with no preamble, warning, permission asked or consent given) into the back yard in order to be soaked and warped into uselessness in the next few rainstorms (of course, she forbid me to shelter it the large, empty space beneath her back porch).

                  All that’s left for her to mangle is my classic outdoor thermometer from a long-defunct seed company.

                  Of course, soon after ruining the first table, she negligently left her shower curtains on the outside of her tub and douched my basement storage which shorted out my finest vintage Yamaha CS-15 analog music synthesizer.

                  No way could it have been the smaller, less complex companion model, the CS-05 that was stored down there.

                  I brought it upstairs, spent hours cleaning the control panel and testing the instrument only to find that, yes, she had shorted out the keyboard at A below Middle C due to water corrosion from her unbelievable idiocy.

                  When I showed her the beautiful instrument and told her that her carelessness had badly damaged it, SHE INSTANTLY TORE INTO ME FOR BEING A “PETTY, SMALL MAN” over the loss of my synth.

                  Yes, over an eight-month period, after scouring flea markets FOR YEARS, if found both of these jewels for less than $100.00 total.

                  Of course, having just checked eBay, the pair of these classic instruments (still used by modern performers because of their distinctly “fat” analog, variable voltage, soundscapes) ARE NOW RUNNING WELL OVER A THOUSAND DOLLARS.

                  Once again, my valuable musical instrument was stored in my basement for HALF A DECADE without it coming to the slightest harm.

                  So, what happened yesterday is my neighbor threatened to raise hell with the building’s owner because I removed MY TABLE from HER PORCH and put it back where it originally had been.

                  This time, put back with a note taped to it saying, PROPERTY OF NORSERADISH, DO NOT TOUCH. What’s the first thing she did upon getting home?

                  Well, after the usual threats and unprovoked verbal abuse, SHE WENT AHEAD AND TOOK AWAY THE TABLE ANYWAY.

                  Fortunately, I have digital images of the table in its original position (with note clearly attached) and where she decided it would be far more appropriate to put it (as usual, with no preamble, warning, permission or consent upon my part).

                  Did I mention how I’ve come back from travel to Europe and Asia to find the clothes dryer’s lint trap lined WITH OVER AN INCH of densely packed particles?

                  I’ve kept photos (and bagged specimens) of that too, but cannot understand why there’s still someplace left for me to live. Oh, and it’s MULTIPLE photos of the clogged lint trap.

                  And that’s how I spent my summer vacation weekend in hell. Stressful? No, never!

                  PS: Here’s Friday’s travelogue.

                  https://vladtepesblog.com/2019/05/24/even-orwell-didnt-anticipate-the-state-sanctioning-the-mass-rape-and-sex-slavery-of-its-children/comment-page-1/#comment-485666

            • Thank-you, Johnny!
              You said it!
              ….
              I’m off.
              Good Sabbath, what ever shape that takes for each of you!

          • Richard, yours may be the deepest bit of wisdom said yet on the subject.

          • If men are sublimating crying now, they’ll be helpless babies when the real trouble starts. The women will be tongue-tied, babbling fools.

            We’re not there yet.
            Don’t practice hysteria, it won’t make the future any easier.

            • I am cussing but I am far from hysterical, I want to reinstate the death penalty in Britain and use it on some politicians and police who obeyed the unlawful order. Rape use to be a Capital crime because it was considered murder of the soul.

              • Rape use to be a Capital crime because it was considered murder of the soul.

                Thank you, Richard. I’ve never heard it said better. It’s why just Islam’s treatment of women, alone, is a PERMANENT deal-breaker.

                My Trowel of Cosmic Irony insists upon me adding something about you probably agreeing with when it comes to FGM falling into that same category.

        • It will show up, all you have to do is wait. A real pain when you post an article you want to comment on and have to wait.

      • NR even Tommy Robinson only swears once in a while. And he’s surely got more reason than most.

        You won’t win anyone over by bad language. It’s not VT who will write you off it’s people who need to know and can’t hear because of the bad language.
        It just convinces them you’re a far right, bigoted you know the rest person.
        You have freedom of speech but you don’t control the consequences. If you have a right to speak, others have a right not to listen.
        It’s hard enough to talk to people about what’s happening, bad language doesn’t help, it only turns them off.
        From my own experience in my circle of friends and acquaintances, the people that are aware are few, most people don’t have a clue.

        • NR: Site security obliges me to post this reply in separate parts.

          You won’t win anyone over by bad language.

          Thank goodness I abandoned that Quixotic quest years ago. In times long past, Baron Bodissey kindly enough told me, “I spit on the grave of my reputation.” Since then, I’ve never once looked back.

          It appears—in the elapsed hour or so before commenting—that you might have missed my reply to Johnnyu’s touching words.

          If your preceding observations were unmodulated by my earlier post, I would appreciate you taking a moment to reflect upon them.

          You have freedom of speech but you don’t control the consequences.

          Never have I claimed otherwise. Why for with this blinding glimpse of the obvious? How were you able to infer such an absurdity from my writing? I am genuinely curious.

          If you have a right to speak, others have a right not to listen.

          I could not agree more. My only problem is that just because people have the legal right to do something (e.g., agitate for restrictions on Free Speech or perform partial birth abortions) it doesn’t make that the right thing to do.

          Should you have no patience for my explanatory link (i.e., TLDR), then please consider the reply made by Fred Middleton. Were I obliged to put everything another way, his sensible words (shown below for your convenience) would be a more than easy choice.

          I find it extraordinary that some people complain about the F words here. Can they not see beyond that? So-called ‘swear words’ are appropriate for strong feelings, they are a form of ‘venting’. What makes me mad about such stories is that I feel like going and crushing these mens’ genitals with a rock. It also sickens me that it took so long to be discovered, not only the Labour party but a lot of others must have known. This is worse than the abuse Charles Dickens exposed and it is the supposed progressives and reformers who wanted bury their heads in the sand.

          Massive extra credit for your literary reference to Boz, Fred Middleton. Just as Mark Twain was America’s first Bard, so was Dickens England’s second. Full stop in both cases. Just his character names alone make for more than enough entertainment, even in his worst books (of which I’ve yet to read after perusing nearly all his works).

          Monikers like Pecksniff, Chuzzlewit, and Gradgrind tell the whole tale in a name and they roll off of one’s tongue like laughter itself. Just confirming the nickname “Boz” led me to very happily learn that the original title of “Hard Times” (a personal favorite for its unprettified ending) ecktually was, “For These Times”.

          NOTE: — According to legend, Dickens could not set pen to paper before having named all of the story’s parties in toto. Each tale’s cast of characters always spins out a gossamer figment of the entire plot with its, oft times, brutally ridiculous names: As in “Little Dorrit” with Titus Barnacle of the Circumlocution Office which – as the writer himself puts it– “was (as everybody knows without being told) the most important Department under Government.”

          The Barnacles were a very high family, and a very large family. They were dispersed all over the public offices, and held all sorts of public places. Either the nation was under a load of obligation to the Barnacles, or the Barnacles were under a load of obligation to the nation. It was not quite unanimously settled which; the Barnacles having their opinion, the nation theirs.

          Impossible to locate is the lampooning callback in later pages that, with equal jollity, scraped at the Barnacles once again by (now openly) analogizing them with the encrusting mollusks whose overgrowth can permanently impede a “ship of state”. —

          It’s hard enough to talk to people about what’s happening, bad language doesn’t help, it only turns them off.
          From my own experience in my circle of friends and acquaintances, the people that are aware are few, most people don’t have a clue.

          I’ve seen some of what you say but, all too often, it has absolutely nothing to do with my use of profanity. More often, profanity is hurled at me—along with various objects, threats of violence, attempted punches, and false accusations of every imaginable stripe—just for being an older, Conservative White male. All of which is that much more conspicuous because I assiduously avoid public profanity around unfamiliar people, especially women and children.

          Fortunately, even now, I still have random folks who, having overheard me talking with someone else, totally unsolicited praise me for my clarity of thought while, with alarming frequency, suggesting that I go into politics.

          Whenever opportunity permits I always respond to them by quoting William Mulholland’s reply regarding similar suggestions:

          I’d rather give birth to a porcupine backwards, than run for office.

          Why, it was just YESTERDAY, whilst laying flowers on the grave of my Jewish neighbor’s cat (which had ten times more personality than all but one of his owners) that she momentarily diverted attention away from talking with a friend. She did this in order to thank me for the chocolate I had dropped by with a day before to help spoil the appetite of her dying mother. I fed her nibbles of some 70% sun-dried bean Ghanaian farm chocolate and stroked her hair while helping her to be a naughty grinning little girl once again … before her mind’s lamp flickered and died.

          I had offered to sit shiva for their cat and even went so far as to memorize the NorseKaddish. For the remembrance of this lovable and loving little spirit, there even was a special menu that I had created (a practice from several years ago when I was the family’s personal chef, until I caught my neighbor out lying about me).

          [menu to follow]

          • The menu for Lil’ Shorty featured a meal entirely composed of cat food. Yes, cat food. No! Not that cat food. Try:

            — Hors d’Oeuvres —

            Salmonberry Relish Crowns over Sliders of Rosé Turkey Confites
            cat-napped in Romanoff Gravy on Cardamom Rolls

            Spring Bay Copper River Wild Salmon en Beurre
            with a licking of Lemon Grass Marmalade

            Oyster Collops of Capon en Terrine de Blanquette
            wagged by a Tail of Frisee-Wrapped Langouste

            [After the appetizers of rare gobbler, calico Keta, and fowl, we would all break into a chorus of, “I want turkey, salmon, chicken, Oceanfish flavors keep me lickin’ … meow, meow, meow, meow … meow, meow, meow, meow.” Well, I’m sure that you get the whole, ugly picture. This would be followed by:]

            — Amuse-Bouche —

            Fingerling King Oscar Tiny Tots on Toast (i.e., sardine sashimi)
            dressed with Catnip Flecked Double-Yolked Aoli

            Smørrebrød Open-faced Sandwiches made with Herring and twinned with Beef Aspic
            atop Rustic Leverposteje Pâté spread over clarified Drippings

            — Palate Cleanser —

            Chilled Clotted-Cream Shrimp Purée and Tiger Prawn Shooter

            — Cold Collation —

            Shaved Gravlax and Lox, backed by spirals of Truite au Bleu Fumé
            coiled in a Poached Herb Quenelle

            — Salad —

            Broth-Blanched Fiddleheads bedded on
            Triple Washed Fresh-Nipped Wheat Grass
            with dots of Herbed Chevre and Chive Whiskers

            — Entrées —

            Shallow poached Veal Cheeks á la Vitello
            caressed by an Anchovy Tonatto Salsa

            — Pièce de Résistance —

            Danish-style Meringue Omelette aux Fines Herbes
            strewn with Lumpfish Caviar and sprawled across
            a Litter of Julienned Shiso scattered with whole peeled
            Sous-Vide Quail Eggs and Nasturtium Petals

            — Afters —

            Cattail Flour Cannikins of Clabbered Buttercream with Candied Violets

            — Beverage —

            Farm Fresh Raw Moo Juice

            So, there you have it. Turkey, salmon, chicken, liver (please deliver!), tuna, sardines, milk, butter, veal, anchovies, caviar, cream, shrimp, eggs, cheese, prawns, trout: Basically, every last imaginable goodie a fine kitty could ever hope to scarf on, right down to the fresh ferns and grass clippings needed to make sure he’d yak it right back up (hairball – market price, ask question).

            Oops, I left out the chicken soup. Well, this is about an elderly Jewish grandmother who’s getting ready to shuffle off of this mortal coil. So, silly me, I thought my neighbor would appreciate anybody (as I told her months ago) who might do for her mom what she’d done a thousand times for her daughter. Boy howdy, did I get in the matzo ball soup.

            Unfortunately, I’d neglected to calculate just how much my neighbor hated me for helping her win a long-running battle with the local charter bus operation (across the street from their house). For years they had tried to persuade the coach operators to use broadband (i.e., white noise) reversing annunciators instead of those supremely annoying (and totally useless) backup beepers we all know and hate.

            I could even hear the buses from my house late at night and during very early morning hours. The idea of getting much-needed peace sounded great so I agreed to help her negotiate with the owners at a coffee-house round table.

            Almost instantly (i.e., in less than five minutes), my neighbor went straight to meltdown mode, complete with public histrionics. In view of the company’s refusal to knuckle under, I (quickly as possible) exchanged business cards and wrapped matters up before everything went all pear-shaped.

            A few days later, after my neighbor nearly got herself arrested for trespassing over at the bus lot, I got a call from the company. Since I had maintained my cool and remained calm all through the brief (but heated) dialogue earlier that week, they had a change of heart and invited me to drop by their boardroom for a talk.

            Like Chamberlain, I triumphantly marched out of there waving a piece of paper that forestalled a neighborhood world war. Big hero that I was, the family hired me for their private chef and everything skittered along with my Jewish neighbor until she could no longer stand the fact that I was an openly avowed Conservative.

            BACK TO THE PRESENT: So, there I was, leaving cyclamens on the Tom’s grave when, in the midst of talking, her friend mentions how humanity has only twelve years before going extinct (per Occasional Cortex)

            I immediately assured her that mankind had hundreds of years left on the odometer, even if all the climate change worries were true. Then I pointed out how the ice cores and sunspot cycles all indicate that Earth is entering another glacial period and even half-heartedly joked about how any anthropocentric warming might actually be serving to usefully delay that killer event.

            That’s when my neighbor got irate at my “dismissive” attitude towards her friend and started harping about how 90% of scientists had agreed to form blue-ribbon panels, appoint special committees, and put things to a vote which they unanimously supported the findings of. I think we all can see where this is going…

            Right away I brought up Crichton’s opposition to consensus science and explained (to these two women) how such quackery had killed millions of birth mothers across Europe because of preventable, post-partum puerperal (i.e., childbed) fever. I even did my best at imparting to them how it was a Jewish doctor who had shown the first proven results in combatting (what was then thought to be) unavoidable complications of regular delivery.

            It was lost on her when I sought to note how Doctor Ignaz Semmelweis was ridiculed for telling his colleagues three simple words, “Wash your hands”. To have a dirty Jew tell them this was beyond the pale and the good doctor’s life-saving admonition went unheeded until some European goyim made the exact same discovery.

            None of which stopped her from ignoring my polite requests that she produce some sort of evidence to substantiate her claims about the Great Warmening.™ “The Great Global Warming Swindle” was mentioned in the context of its “commie BBC producers” but even those seemingly sterling (for them) credentials weren’t persuasive enough.

            I finally gave up when she started calling me “stupid” and “a liar”. After asking if there was any of the chocolate left to give her mother (and not getting a straight answer), I wrote off grandma’s candy bar and began to explain about the fallacy of ad hominin attacks. Even that had to be abandoned because she would not halt with her character assassination.

            As I always have done (for over the past six months), when she said that we should make the chicken soup, I said to please send me an email (as she had done less than a year ago) but told her to her face that, just like for the last half-year, I was sure she would never get around to sending me the best date to make chicken soup.

            I suppose it would be useless to mention how I explained to her (back in the beginning) that spreading lies about me all those years ago totally bankrupted her claim of being a Social Justice Warrior. So much for ends justifying the means…

            PS: Earlier Friday, I had talked to two different people at different times who were totally aware of the Sri Lankan Easter Atrocity. So, I guess the pump was sorta primed for me to run out of patience with my neighbor and Coram Deo. Go figure.

            • Life is tough NR, but thanks for taking the time to explain.
              When we meet someone it’s like seeing the tip of an iceberg. There’s much we don’t know.
              It’s even worse on the internet. Words are frozen for ever, and yet the other person may have moved on, regret things that have been said and so on. Hence I think, Jesus’ telling us that we must not judge, simply because we can’t.
              We can judge actions but not people.
              with regards to bad language. In person I don’t find it so annoying, it depends on a lot of things. But when it’s in writing all you have is the words, not the person behind the words, and it seems unnecessary.
              Anyway all the best, I feel badly about Notre Dame too. It’s incomprehensible how they could have let that happen, and one’s imagination runs to all kinds of scenarios. A big concern is what are they going to do to it now? I imagine there will be an outcry by the French if they follow up on some of the plans I’ve heard suggested.
              As for the idea that the British Government stopped the police from investigating grooming gangs and so on. It doesn’t come as a surprise to me. I watched a video a while back by John Wedger an ex Scotland Yard Detective, whose job it was to investigate child prostitution in London. There are quite a few videos of him on You Tube but I can’t find the earlier one where he went into more detail about his work. He was stopped from investigating by his superiors. He was finding out too much. They threatened him with losing his kids, his home and his job. He said he knew what could happen to kids in care and he was concerned for his own kids if he lost them. He’s retired now, and he’s still speaking out and helps kids who are in trouble. It’s people like him who give me hope.

              • Anyway all the best, I feel badly about Notre Dame too. It’s incomprehensible how they could have let that happen, and one’s imagination runs to all kinds of scenarios. A big concern is what are they going to do to it now? I imagine there will be an outcry by the French if they follow up on some of the plans I’ve heard suggested.

                Thank you, EW, for the sympathetic ear and unexpectedly kind wishes. As with most here (save for Johnnyu and a rare bare few others), you seem to have done me the signal honor of actually reading what I wrote.

                From all indicators, even twigging on the most unmistakable humor has been bleached out of people at VTB. Probably from writing about this interminable Islamic filth.

                While I hardly can blame anyone for feeling that way, it’s important to recall Mark Twain’s immortal words:

                The secret source of Humor itself is not joy but sorrow.

                Robin Williams probably paid for that axiom with his life. Humor at a his level of genius could only have come from plumbing the limitless depths of hell … and then remaining fixedly determined to walk away laughing.

                … Which he was able to do for a time but, evidently, the burden accumulated in drawing so often (and so brilliantly) from that bottomless well of depravity proved too much for his mercurial soul.

                Rest in peace, Robin. Your live performances inspired this budding comedian to write his own standup material and hit the local comedy club circuit in his youth. I will dare anyone to do better than describing 0’Hillary and Holder’s imaginary idiot bastard son as a “woodpile lovechild”.

                Williams may have been a politically incorrect Red, Red Robin, but he could have taken every one the humorless turds who are bob, bob, bobbin’ along in this board’s punch bowl and taken any or all of them out for a jungle ride whose proctologically intrusive skewering would, for weeks thereafter, leave the lot of them shifting uncomfortably from foot-to-foot.

                And yes, EW, it’s a dead cert that Micron’s coterie of overpaid, ham-fisted PoMo philistines will jubilantly rape Notre Dame’s skeleton for all to see. They will then give its public despoilment a place of pride on their multi million-dollar CVs.

                T = 00:00:37 TSFW

  2. There was an interesting interview of Milo Yiannopoulos by Jordan Peterson (link below in case anyone is interested). Anyway, at one point Milo mentioned an old (Catholic?) saying along the lines of “Let in one sin and others will follow”. I am reminded of this in regard to the situation in the UK with the rape gangs and the silence (and various degrees of complicity) of the police, politicians, media and others. So easy perhaps, if one is (say) a police officer ordered by a superior to look the other way, and ignore complaints from poor working class young women. And perhaps much harder to say, “No, I won’t accept this.” But the first ethical failure tends to beget others (and of course, in this case contributed and continues to contribute to the misery of these girls).

    I don’t want to sound like I’m pontificating, because I honestly don’t know how I would respond in a similar situation; for instance, if I had lived in Nazi Germany and a Jewish family had come knocking on my door asking for aid. I know how I would like to think I would have responded, but not for certain how I would, if I was in fear (and I suppose there is a pall of that all over the UK now).

    But “evil is ubiquitous” – a truism really. And when one person refuses to act morally, it seems that it leads to others doing the same. British society, in fact, most Western society, is morally sick, with seemingly little hope of a cure.

    http://www.smalldeadanimals.com/index.php/2019/05/23/jordan-peterson-with-milo-yiannopoulos/

    • @PaulW

      PaulW: “…So easy perhaps, if one is (say) a police officer ordered by a superior to look the other way, and ignore complaints from poor working class young women…”

      That was the typical “Nürnberg Defence” (“I followed orders”). It took me a long time to understand that it was THAT what Hannah Arendt (student and lover of Heidegger and reporter of the Eichman Trial in Israel) meant, when she said:

      “No-one has the RIGHT to obey”

      PaulW: “…I honestly don’t know how I would respond in a similar situation; for instance, if I had lived in Nazi Germany and a Jewish family had come knocking on my door asking for aid…

      By the sounds of you, you would have opened the door and, at the very least, listened.

      Thanks for the link to the Milo/Jordan Peterson interview, two guys who certainly do not “obey orders”.

      • In Shakespeare’s Henry V. (Branagh version) there is a scene right before the battle at Agincourt, where the King, disguised as a peasant, cuts in on a discussion between two of his soldiers discussing the moral and theological aspects of killing people they are ordered to kill.

        Its rather excellent. The young King Henry explains quite clearly that their souls are their own and the fact that the order comes from higher up does not mean the orderer bears the weight on his soul for these acts as they are their own agents and can chose not to do these things and face the earthly consequences for that choice.

        Best to see it yourselves as I am doing a horrible disservice in the summary of this scene.

        https://youtu.be/rv7NsGCDVDs

        • I think it’s more subtle than that VT.
          The king is saying that the soldier has a duty to fight for the king, but his affairs and his spiritual state are his own. It’s not the king’s fault if he dies unprepared to meet his Maker. The king’s cause is never fully just and his men never perfect. If he waited for the right time it would never arrive.
          And that’s true of any death, no one knows the day or the hour.

      • In Nazi Germany refusal to obey an order as a Landser (Wehrmacht or SS) would see you shot even if you were not near the front. generals who did disobey orders were court martialled and gaoled. It was the same or even worse in the USSR Stepping out of line in a totalitarian society is 60% suicide/39% gulag/KL and it may include your family. JWs in Nazi Germany were quite prepared to fight for Germany but as they has already sworn an oath to JoN they could not swear one to Hitler. That had them all shot. The high moral ground is a swamp and unless you are standing in it at that time none of us have any right to comment. It is so easy to seem brave here(and I am not trying to insult you or Paul) but when it happens in RL it is a different game. I once thought that I was brave. I was mistaken. I was merely lucky.

        • The high moral ground is a swamp and unless you are standing in it at that time none of us have any right to comment. It is so easy to seem brave here(and I am not trying to insult you or Paul) but when it happens in RL it is a different game. I once thought that I was brave. I was mistaken. I was merely lucky.

          Thank you for replying so earnestly, Michelle (even if it wasn’t to me).

          I’ll ask that you please think for a moment of how it might be for someone, like myself, whose inner scientist mayn’t seek refuge in the supernatural and, therefore, cannot believe in luck.

          For decades now, I have been firmly convinced that you make your luck. It’s why anything remotely resembling prayers in my life are my actions (words merit a faintly audible Olympic silver).

          That most here at VTB are miraculously able to ignore the bulk of mine and, instead, are astonishingly eager to focus so monomaniacally on an artifact of another event which they studiously ignore is nothing other than the usual cognitive dissonance, merely elevated to an idolatrously profound level.

          We’ll see if this gauntlet-cast-down even garners a reply.

      • A story to tell your children about a humble, daring, wise, and lucky American hero: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roddie_Edmonds
        On their first day in Stalag IX-A, January 27, 1945—as Germany’s defeat was clearly approaching— commandant Siegmann ordered Edmonds to tell only the Jewish-American soldiers to present themselves at the next morning’s assembly so they could be separated from the other prisoners.[1][2][3][4][6]

        Instead, Edmonds ordered all 1,275 POWs to assemble outside their barracks. The German commandant rushed up to Edmonds in a fury, placed his pistol against Edmonds’ head and demanded that Edmonds identify the Jewish soldiers under his command. Instead, Edmonds responded “We are all Jews here,”—and told the commandant that if he wanted to shoot the Jews he’d have to shoot all of the prisoners. Edmonds then warned the commandant that if he harmed any of Edmonds’ men, the commandant would be investigated and prosecuted for war crimes after the conflict ended—since the Geneva Conventions required prisoners to give only their name, rank, and serial number; religion was not required. The commandant backed down.

        • “We are all Jews here,”

          Thank you, Malca, for providing what can only be the kernel of truth behind that apocryphal tale about Denmark’s WWII King Christian X announcing from his palace balcony that all Danes are Jews. Other varietals of this off-vintage have either him or all Danes wearing the Yellow Star of WWII European Jewry.

          Whilst eminently noble in sentiment, I’ve yet to see the documentation that proves this event. From: Did King Christian X of Denmark Wear a Yellow Star in Support of the Danish Jews?

          No, he did not. According to popular legend, King Christian X of Denmark chose to wear a yellow star in support of the Danish Jews during the German occupation of Denmark. In another version, the Danish people decided to wear yellow stars. Both of these particular stories are fictional. In fact, unlike Jews in other countries under German occupation, Jews in Denmark never wore an identification mark such as a yellow star.

          The legend conveys an important historical truth, however: both the King and the majority of the Danish people stood by their Jewish citizens and were instrumental in saving almost all of them from Nazi persecution and death.

          — [Inset] German presence in Copenhagen, Denmark

          Denmark signed a nonaggression pact with Germany in 1939, hoping to maintain neutrality as it had in World War I. Germany, however, broke the agreement on April 9, 1940, when it occupied Denmark. King Christian X remained on the throne, and the Danish police and government reluctantly accepted the German occupation. This footage shows the German presence in the occupied Danish capital, Copenhagen. In 1943, as German policies towards Denmark toughened, the Danes would form one of the most active and successful resistance campaigns against the German occupation. —

          The ability of the Danish government to run the internal affairs of the country was decisive for the absence of anti-Jewish legislation, which lacked the public support and votes to pass the Danish parliament. The Danish government did not require Jews to register their property and assets, or to give up apartments, homes, and businesses. The Danish authorities did not require Jews to identify themselves, with a yellow star View This Term in the Glossary or any other form of identification.

          The German plans, were betrayed by German diplomatic officials to Social Democratic delegates in the Danish parliament. Unlike in the rest of western Europe and Norway, the plans foundered on Danish autonomy and the resulting absence of legislation segregating Jews from Danish society.

          With encouragement and support from King Christian and the Danish government, Danish resistance groups and thousands of sympathetic citizens launched a national rescue effort, hiding the Danish Jews for several days, smuggling them onto boats of all sizes, and ferrying them across the narrow straits, known as the Øresund, at the southern end of the Kattegat Sound to safety in neutral Sweden…

          — [Inset] Rescue of Danish Jews, fall 1943

          Germany occupied Denmark in 1940. When the Germans decided to deport Jews from Denmark in August 1943, Danes spontaneously organized a rescue operation and helped Jews reach the coast; fishermen then ferried them to neutral Sweden. The rescue operation expanded to include participation by the Danish resistance, the police, and the government. In little more than three weeks, the Danes ferried more than 7,000 Jews and close to 700 of their non-Jewish relatives to Sweden, which accepted the Danish refugees. The Germans seized about 500 Jews in Denmark and deported them to the Theresienstadt ghetto in Bohemia. The Danes demanded information on their whereabouts. The vigor of Danish protests perhaps prevented their deportation to the killing centers in occupied Poland. —

          … The refusal of the Danish authorities to discriminate against the Danish Jews and King Christian’s outspoken support of the Jewish community in Denmark has given rise to the apocryphal story that when the Germans required the Jews in Denmark to wear the yellow star, King Christian himself wore a yellow star. Though untrue, the story accurately reflects Christian’s opposition to persecuting or removing Denmark’s Jewish citizens and residents.

          One or two of those “fishermen” mentioned above (and in the following video) were my blood relatives.

          PS: I’ll leave it for Dear Gentle Readers to sort out my own admission that some of Islam’s monuments were worth preserving (solely for their architectural value) and my willingness to puncture a treasured modern myth about some of my most prized personal heritage.

          To paraphrase Rita’s deft channeling of Dorothy Parker (a fave), “But oh, what a good boy am I!”

          What’s not to like about the dame? I’d really enjoy finding out.

          Of course I talk to myself. I like a good speaker, and I appreciate an intelligent audience.

          — Dorothy Parker

          T = 00:05:56 TSFW

      • It took me a long time to understand that it was THAT what Hannah Arendt (student and lover of Heidegger and reporter of the Eichman Trial in Israel) meant, when she said:

        “No-one has the RIGHT to obey”

        Dear Rita, I can only imagine that you are obliquely referring to Arendt’s 1963 book, “Eichmann in Jerusalem: A Report on the Banality of Evil”

        Arendt’s work has been on my bookshelf for many years, along with all the Elie Wiesel and Simon Wiesenthal books I could get my hands on. I’ve yet to see anything that contradicts Israel’s baseline premise of Muslims as Nazis (not “Neo”, just N.A.Z.I). Period.

        “the lesson that this long course in human wickedness had taught us — the lesson of the fearsome, word-and-thought-defying banality of evil.”

        — Hannah Arendt

        If Islam has not already made this crystal clear to the modern world, then only a nuclear exchange will provide any useful moral clarity.

  3. I find it extraordinary that some people complain about the F words here. Can they not see beyond that? So-called ‘swear words’ are appropriate for strong feelings, they are a form of ‘venting’. What makes me mad about such stories is that I feel like going and crushing these mens’ genitals with a rock. It also sickens me that it took so long to be discovered, not only the Labour party but a lot of others must have known. This is worse than the abuse Charles Dickens exposed and it is the supposed progressives and reformers who wanted bury their heads in the sand.

    • Some is fine, fun, and appropriate.
      Certainly accurate subtitles as close to verbatim as possible.
      And a 4-letter word can say more than paragraphs of pretty prose.

      But it goes downhill fast.
      It reduces civil discourse to garbage epithet slinging.

    • Fred Middleton—although I’ve already cited your wise words elsewhere in this bizarre hybrid of pissing contest and tripe-volcano—such a well-thought-out and empathetic critique as yours definitely deserved special, separate mention of its own.

      Would that your brand of reasonableness was more widely distributed. Suffice to say how, in a sane world, it would fly off the shelves like dehydrated water. For that, I thank you.

  4. The woman said heads must roll, in my opinion the politicians who issued the orders and the police who obeyed the orders are all guilty of mass rape and their heads should literally roll.

  5. Hey Coram, you never finished the thread you started! I can’t believe it got so much milage. But now you’ve done the seagull routine–swoop in to drop your load then fly off. Thanks for starting the lively discussion. Ain’t free speech great?