This is the latest installment in Seneca III’s latest treatise. See the archives link at the bottom of this post for previous installments in this series.
Signs and Portents Everywhere… But of What?
by Seneca III
Part IIB — A loosely connected miscellany of the darkly disturbing plus a journey into the past
2019 — Another welcome addition, one Claudia Naomi Webbe MP, takes up residence in the Labour Party Parliamentary Zoo.
Claudia arrived from Leicester East — another wonderfully enriched constituency after replacing the toy boy bum’n’coke aficionado and industrial washing machine salesman, a.k.a. Keith Vaz MP (resigned).
Yet it would appear that electing a race-baiting Castro and Lenin supporter (see the pictures on her wall) comes quite naturally to that well-diversified electorate, but — much to Claudia’s credit — she has not been known to sell industrial washing machines or inhale exotic substances.
“Webbe was born and brought up in Leicester and has family members living in the constituency. She studied social science at De Montfort University, Leicester, then later an MSc in Race and Ethnic Relations at Birkbeck, University of London.
Having participated in its development in the mid-1990s, Webbe was the chair of Operation Trident, a community-led initiative to tackle gun-related homicides disproportionately affecting black communities. Webbe was a policy director and adviser to the Mayor of London, Ken Livingstone. She was responsible for culture, cultural strategy, sports and tourism, and she was a member of his election campaign team in 2000 and 2004.
Webbe wrote about Livingstone when in 2006 he was found guilty by the Standards Board for England’s Adjudication Panel of bringing his office into disrepute and suspended from office for four weeks. Webbe said that “I have worked with Ken in numerous anti-racist organisations and campaigns including the Anti-Racist Alliance, the National Assembly against Racism and while I was director of Westminster Race Equality Council, he took up cases that I referred onto him for support. His history of work in the anti-racist movement is unquestionable.” [From Wikipedia]
De Montfort University is located in Leicester, England. It was established in accordance with the Further and Higher Education Act in 1992 as a degree-awarding body. De Montfort University has approximately 27,000 full- and part-time students, 3,240 staff and an annual turnover in the region of £168 million. The university is organised into four faculties: Art, Design, and Humanities (ADH); Business and Law (BAL); Health and Life Sciences (H&LS); and Computing, Engineering and Media (CEM). It is a Sustainable Development Hub, focusing on Peace, Justice and Strong Institutions, an initiative by the United Nations launched in 2018.
In 2019, the first Times Higher Education (THE) University Impact Rankings, a global performance tables that assess universities against the United Nations’ Sustainable Development Goals, ranked De Montfort University 50th in the world. The university has special arrangements with more than 80 universities and colleges in over 25 countries, including Nanjing University, ranked 120th in the world by the Times Higher Education and situated in Jiangsu, eastern China. The two universities have launched various initiatives, including a scholarship programme for De Montfort students and doctoral study coupled with English language tuition for students from Nanjing.” [From Wikipedia]
That figures, and just 50th? Highly appropriate methinks. It and Leicester deserve each other, and if there were such a ranking, it would probably rate in the top 5% of those turning out career Baristas… or Labour politicians.
2020 — Another heartwarming example of our enrichment — The Curious Case of Nadia Whittome
Twenty three year old Corbynista MP Nadia Whittome made a splash yesterday evening as she declared she had been ‘sacked’ from her role as a casual worker at a retirement home in her constituency. Whittome claims that she was ‘sacked’ for “speaking out about a lack of PPE”. This is despite the home, which has not had a single Coronavirus death, saying it has “three months’ supply of PPE, including over 25,000 pairs of gloves, 7,700 aprons and nearly 6,000 masks”.
This is part of the termination letter from the retirement home where she has managed to put in an astounding eight visits as a casual worker this year before going live on TV claiming that this establishment had no PPE and that was the fault of the Tory government:
On Thursday, I was approached by several Lark Hill residents, our staff, our head office team and executive who were anxious about comments in the Nottingham Post around ‘a lack of PPE’. This is a position myself and the charity disagrees with and is not supported by the facts.
Our protocol hasn’t been met and ongoing press coverage of Lark Hill isn’t benefiting our residents, staff or charity; managing feedback is time consuming for myself and our wider team at a time of crisis when we simply wish and need to be focused on our day to day work, protecting our staff and residents’ lives in the community.”
Nadia Whittome’s bio:
Whittome was born in Nottingham, England, into a working-class family. Her Punjabi Sikh father emigrated to the UK from Banga, India at the age of 21. He has worked a variety of jobs including as an immigration advisor, factory worker, miner, and a driving instructor. Her mother is an Anglo-Indian Catholic solicitor whose parents emigrated from Calcutta in the 1950s. She was formerly a member of the Labour Party, who left the party in protest at the amendment of Clause IV of the constitution in 1995. Whittome has a brother who works as a bricklayer in Sydney. Her grandparents belonged to the Communist Party of India. She grew up in a single-parent household. Whittome reports that she attended a private school between the ages of 7 and 11. She later attended West Bridgford School, a local comprehensive…
…She studied law at Nottingham University after attending an access course at Nottingham College. While studying there, she contested the 2017 Nottinghamshire County Council election as the Labour candidate for the West Bridgford West ward, where she finished second to the Conservative candidate with 1,393 votes. Whittome later dropped out of university due to financial reasons and worked as a ‘hate crime’ project worker at Communities Inc, and as a carer.
Prior to her election, she was a national committee member of the pro-Remain organizations ‘Another Europe is Possible’ and ‘Labour for a Socialist Europe‘. [From Wikipedia]
2020 — Home Secretary Priti Patel’s Immigration Bill has been pulled by the Government.
Appearing in front of a handful of MPs in the House of Commons, the leader of the Commons Jacob Rees-Mogg confirmed that the government would not be bringing the Immigration Bill back for debate on the scheduled date. The Liberal Democrats welcomed the move. Its home affairs spokesperson Christine Jardine said: “I’m glad the government has listened to Liberal Democrat concerns and decided not to move the immigration bill today. Now Conservative ministers should use this delay to reconsider their destructive plans to end free movement.”…
[The LibDumbs don’t just mean the free movement of EU-passported third world parasites and predators the EU itself has imported and is now desperate to get rid of by unloading on us, but any other such charmers coming in from whatever third-world excrement orifice they have made uninhabitable and will try to recreate here.]
…The legislation ushers in a points-based immigration system that has been labelled as prioritising incomes levels over certain skills.
Under the bill, many migrants earning below £25,600 could be barred from living in the UK unless they can prove their occupation is in high demand. Even then, they will need a job offer from an “approved” sponsor.
The legislation was supposed to come into force January 1st, 2021 and was to be part of “multi-year programme of change” led by Home Office.
Had the post-WW2 government(s) not initiated mass third-world immigration, particularly from the north of the Indian subcontinent, parts of the Middle East and the ‘Indies’, then we would not be faced with the unreconstructed primitives that infest virtually every corner of this once green and pleasant land bringing diverse alien ways and practices which things such as this and its ilk have introduced.
It and the bus driver’s son who has turned London into an ungovernable cesspit of violence and criminality would have never existed, and our world would be a far better and far more civilized place… yet, despite this, our governments past and present have insisted on and still do take in more and more of this global detritus each and every day, damn them.
VE day 8th May 1945 and VJ Day 15th August 1945 — I have no specific memory of VE Day, possibly because the War was still on in the Far East, few of the men had returned either from there or Europe and celebrations were pretty much low-key. My first abiding memory is of the VJ Day celebrations. Clear in my mind still is that day; it was warm and sunny, the blackened girders and piles of collapsed masonry of the burnt-out factory across the road that had fallen victim to a stray German incendiary bomb in the early days of the War stood stark against the clear blue sky.
My young mind did not see this as anything out of the ordinary, as it was typical of everywhere in England in those days and my thoughts and perceptions were still in a formative stage that accepted all about me as the norm; the air raid shelters built in the middle of the road between the front of our small terraced house and the ruins of the factory opposite were also an integral part of part of my small world. I had no questioning thoughts as to how it had come about or it would change in the years ahead — first for the better and then for the worse — it was just the way things were and I accepted it, particularly the arrival of VJ Day.
I can still picture it firmly in my mind as if was the day before yesterday — trestle tables and chairs were set out in the street, bunting in red, white and blue hung everywhere including on the now redundant air raid shelters and, from their ration book ‘put-asides’ of spam, corned beef, sugar, flour, icing sugar, marzipan and baking powder, the wives and mothers of the street, having held the home front for five long years whilst the men were at war, produced a wonderful feast for us lean, healthy and semi-feral kids — including as much cake as we could eat, which appeared miraculous to us after years of rationing and tiny portions, and it was all washed down with gallons of the government-issued concentrated orange juice mixed with water.
1947 — I met my father for the first time. A regular soldier since before the War who had now been demobilized — ‘demobbed’ being the preferred adjective at that time — and who, along with so many others, had come home to face the austerity and hardships of the post-war years. I again clearly recall standing on our well-scrubbed front doorstep holding my mother’s hand as this stranger approached at a sharp military pace wearing a huge greatcoat, a kit bag over his shoulder and with a broad smile on his face. Life then slowly began to return to what my parents considered normal.
In view of the economic hardships and social upheavals now descending upon us in the name of Covid, I have gone into some detail of that time and place as I recall experiencing it in the hope that it will give some comfort to people in the here and now and allow them to draw some comparisons and map a way forward.
For us young people of that era deprivations were easy to deal with, as we knew of no other way of life and everyone around us found themselves in the same condition. Those being born now and those already here and in the three to six- or seven-year age bracket will also remember nothing else and these times will be to them as those long-ago post-war years were to my generation.
Those who are older, and their parents, who have lived and come to adulthood in the times of affluence and indulgence will find it neither normal nor easy, and it is upon their shoulders that the psychological and physical burdens of reconstruction will at first fall most heavily… but we native Brits are a strong and resilient people, despite the decades of the globalist moral softening-up process and the introduction of predatory aliens into every aspect of our way of life.
We can pull through if we pull together and also deal with the invasive children of the globalist project either during or in the aftermath of that Herculean task.
— Seneca III, this sixth day of May in the year of our Lord 2020
|1.||The Guardian and The Mirror.|
|2.||We lived then in the East Midlands within a skewed, diamond shaped area of land bounded by four rivers, the Trent, Derwent, Swift and Soar, and which was crisscrossed by still-working canals full of barge traffic (I learned to swim in one of them). Consequently, except in high summer, ground mists and fogs were commonplace, and this had made the area a difficult, sometimes impossible, target for the German bombers to locate with accuracy. Considering that it contained many essential war material factories, such as Rolls Royce and the biggest rail hub and shunting yards in the UK, Toton Sidings, it is fortunate for those critical industries that the Luftwaffe often dumped their bomb loads at random or into any gap in the mist or low lying clouds, although not so fortunate for the factory opposite our house, or those — mostly women — who had worked there.|
|3.||There were very few private cars around during and immediately after the war, particularly for the working classes. Feet and bicycles were the healthy order of the day. No child obesity around then, nor the adult variety either.
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