Driving out of London yesterday - always a great relief - I spotted a gigantic poster above the Hammersmith flyover for LBC radio which made me want to throw up. It sought to draw our attention to the matchless General Election coverage of its fearlessly outspoken star presenters Iain Dale, James O’Brien, Shelagh Fogerty and Nick Ferrari.
So: the limp dish-rag that pretends to be a Tory but isn’t and never was; the irascible, pube-faced public school leftist with a disconcerting resemblance to an overwanked penis; the woke housewife-who-wears-the-trousers from your darkest nightmares; the Jabba-the-Hutt jab pusher who cosplays as the man of the people who tells it like it is.
If I spent any time thinking of them I’d probably hate them. Instead, this morning as I walked the dog I prayed for their lost souls because I know Jesus especially likes it when you mortify the flesh in so gruelling a fashion.
Really, though, I know that my beef should not be with these tragic, hapless victims but with the beast system which has seduced them with its baubles and granted them the delusion of temporary significance.
This applies not just to the LBC Four but to every single one of the political commentators across the media who, for the last few weeks, have been busily promulgating the outrageous lie that politicians are real, that they are answerable to us the people, that the results of today’s election are going to make the blindest bit of difference other than to advance the interests of the New World Order.
I’ve been trying not to pay any attention to this ‘election’ thing, mostly with great success. But occasionally, unable to resist the dopamine hit of fabulous irritation, I’ve found myself drawn to this or that piece by one of my former journalistic colleagues sounding off about the supposed significance of Nigel Farage or trying to humanise one of the candidates by accompanying him on the campaign trail or speculating as to whether or not this will be the biggest electoral wipe out in Tory party history.
Evil takes many forms. Sometimes it’s so blatant - adrenochrome, child sacrifice - that even a Normie could almost spot it if they didn’t have the blinkers on. More often though, it’s soft-spoken, subtle, insinuating and, yes, banal. “The banality of evil” phrase would most definitely apply to every piece of commentary you have read or heard in the mainstream media about the ‘election’ thing. No, it’s not as extreme as child sacrifice, but it affects a lot more people. What it does is conspire to keep them in the dark about the true nature of the world and thus make them complicit in their own destruction.
Think about it. The Enemy’s game would be over in a trice if everyone acted on their intuition - “A plague on all their houses. None of them deserves my vote. They’re all liars. Democracy is a sham” - and simply refused to participate.
But for people who continue to consume the media - which still, sadly, is most people - this is not an option. The media purports to offer a plurality of options supposedly reflective of its readers’ and viewers’ broad range of tastes and interests: vote for the red person, vote for the blue person, vote for the potato-faced man you used to hate when he was destroying your country with insane green policies but you’re now allowed to love because here’s a great photo of him doing a bungee jump. But the one option it will never talk about is the only one that will do you any good.
Some of those bastards in the media know exactly what they are doing. But most, I think, are as heavily under the spell of ‘the god of this world’ as the populace they work to deceive. So I’ll carry on praying for them, just in case.
If you think Bwitain is bad at present, you should see the state of Ireland (formerly the Land of Saints and Scholars).
You write very well, James. I enjoy reading your pieces.
Vote Moloch! Don't sacrifice your children to Baal!!
Vote Baal! Don't sacrifice your children to Moloch!!