Italian Mayor Decommissions the EU Flag

Marco Schiesaro is the mayor of Cadoneghe in northern Italy, in the region of Veneto and province of Padua. In the following video you’ll see him bind up the EU flag to take it out of service at the town hall, in protest against the abandonment of Italy by Brussels during the coronavirus crisis.

It’s important to note that Mr. Schiesaro’s protest comes from the Left. He cites his political heroes in his little talk, and they range from the statist Left to the far Left (e.g. Altiero Spinelli, a Trotskyite communist and the author of the Ventotene Manifesto).

The mayor wants a united Europe, but not one that’s dominated by Germany. I say: Good luck with that! If Italy were the most powerful nation in Europe, the EU would be dominated by Italy.

Many thanks to FouseSquawk for the translation, and to Vlad Tepes for the subtitling:

Video transcript:

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Covid in a Time of Turmoil, Part Two

Below is Seneca III’s wrap-up of his two-part essay (part 1 is here) on the coronavirus crisis in the UK, with a particular focus on Prime Minister Boris Johnson.

“The rules of the world-historical game change from decade to decade, and the dogmas that we have now will probably become obsolete.”

— Freeman Dyson Mathematical Physicist, Polymath and Philosopher, 15 December 1923 — 28 February 2020, a sad loss to humanity even after such a great run.

Covid in a Time of Turmoil

Part II. Covid 19 as an inorganic socio-political enzyme.

by Seneca III

1.   A virus is made up of a core of genetic material, either RNA or DNA, surrounded by a protective coat called a capsid which is made up of protein. Sometimes the capsid is surrounded by an additional spikey coat called the envelope (see above). Viruses are capable of latching onto host cells and invading them.
2.   An enzyme is a substance that acts as a catalyst in living organisms, regulating the rate at which chemical reactions proceed without itself being altered in the process.
 

Later, for the purpose of this analysis, let us change ‘chemical reactions’ to ‘human interactions’ but first, in a very simple way, let us look at how the enzyme, furin, enables and accelerates the penetration of a living cell by a virus, followed by a short description of how mutations occur, and then a look at vectors.

First, enzymes. Enzymes have a region known as an ‘active site’ that binds to a protein or other substance during a reaction. The envelope proteins (capsids) of viruses such as HIV, influenza, dengue fever, several filoviruses including Ebola and Marburg virus, and possibly SARS-CoV 2 must be cleaved by furin or furin-like proteases to become fully functional. The human enzyme furin is encoded by our chromosome No. 15, band 15q26.1.

Some proteins are inactive when they are first synthesized and must have sections removed in order to become active. Furin cleaves these sections and activates the proteins. Furin is also known as PACE (Paired basic Amino acid Cleaving Enzyme. (Note: see mutations!)

Second, once the virus has penetrated the cell wall, aided and abetted by furin, it injects its own short-string RNA (ribonucleic acid) or DNA (deoxyribonucleic acid) into the cell and supplants the cell’s own reproductive function, replacing it with its own and then reproducing itself using the resources of the original cell, thus rendering that cell dead and depriving the infected body of a part of its essential functionality.

Vector is the word used to describe the way in which infections travel (are transmitted) between living organisms. For example, the vector for Yersinia pestis, the Black Death bacterial strain, was the fleas that lived on rats and transmitted that strain to humans by biting them. The vector for malaria is the anopheles mosquito which carries and injects infected blood containing the plasmodium that causes malaria. The vectors for Covid can be personal contact, contact with surfaces with the virus still alive on them, viruses travelling in airborne aerosols from coughing and sneezing, and also from infected faeces. This is why cleanliness in all respects and social distancing reduces or precludes the chance of cross-infection.

Note: The shorter the genetic string of a micro-organism, the harder it is to kill. The converse is why we as human beings with our huge genome are so vulnerable to micro-organisms such as viruses. The human genome has over 3 billion base pairs and is organized into 22 paired chromosomes, termed autosomes, plus the 23rd pair of sex chromosomes, (XX) in the female and (XY) in the male. These large linear DNA molecules contained within the living cell nucleus are open to a variety of attack vectors and what they carry, and the latter can now be bio-engineered via the use of rRNA (recombinant RNA) techniques and other methods… none of which were invented by bats or pangolins!

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Covid in a Time of Turmoil, Part One

The following essay by Seneca III is the first of two installments on the political fortunes of Prime Minister BoJo during the coronavirus crisis in the UK.

Covid in a Time of Turmoil

by Seneca III

Part I — BoJo, dithering, the Classics and the people.

Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson, Hon FRIBA, is, as we all are, a product of his time and place, and in his case a time and place of wealth and privilege. This, however, is not necessarily a detrimental factor in the genesis of a British Prime Minister; Churchill was very much of the same mould and class, and when the time came to step up to the plate he did so despite his prior mistakes. Many of Churchill’s predecessors in political office and down his family line did the same. On the family side Marlborough was a prime example, and Winston’s model and hero.

On Johnson’s family side I can find nothing of note on the political front, so one has to look back to those two political and mutually antagonistic giants of the political scene during the Victorian Era — Gladstone and Disraeli (Churchill was born during the late lifetime of both of them, which may well have left some impressions on him during his early education.)

Gladstone was a Liberal, and Disraeli a Conservative Social Reformer who brought in ‘The Public Health Act of 1875’ creating a public health authority in every area. They were in essence two sides of the same coin who spent their lives back to back without ever joining in common cause.

Many of Johnson’s compatriots at Oxford and in the Bullingdon Club were reading PPE (Politics, Philosophy & Economics) so it is unlikely that Gladstone and Disraeli to were totally unknown to him. Furthermore, David Cameron was also educated at Eton and at Brasenose College, Oxford, as was George Osborne at Magdalen College, Oxford, where he read Modern History. All of them were political animals and debaters, and Johnson was deep in with this ‘in group’.

Consequently, I can’t help thinking that Boris may be a confused amalgam of both Gladstone and Disraeli, a muddle of their inclinations and character traits. As a result his known social reformation instincts are so often at odds with his wishy-washy Liberalism that they result in his dithering and prolonged periods of indecision before taking definitive action, particularly when faced with an unforeseen dilemma of the epic proportions that is his lot today.

Nevertheless, it must have been obvious to him that John Major, Tony Blair, Gordon Brown, David Cameron and Theresa May had left one almighty mess to be sorted out even prior to Covid, but he chose to take on the job anyway, possibly consumed by hubris. Indeed he fought hard for it, so it is worth having a further look at his public persona and presentation and his consummate, driving ambition in order to determine whether we can find any indicators as to why at first he reacted to this his first real challenge in the way that he did… slowly, with trepidation hidden beneath layers of homely bravura, bonhomie and buck-passing to medical scientists, at least one of whom is known to have been seriously flawed in his previous analyses and consequent recommendations, particularly in the case of the BSE epidemic.

Johnson was born in New York City to upper-middle-class English parents and educated at Eton College. He read Classics at Balliol College, Oxford, where he was elected President of the Oxford Union in 1986. There, as previously mentioned, he was also a member of the infamous Bullingdon Club alongside a young Cameron and the later Chancellor Osborne, the former who preceded him into Downing Street prior to Treason May.

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Péter Szijjártó: Don’t Underestimate Hungary

Péter Szijjártó is Hungarian Foreign Minister in the government of Prime Minister Viktor Orbán. In the following interview a TV presenter attempted to ambush Mr. Szijjártó and force him into a defensive position about Hungary’s relations with Russia and Iran, but he failed to co-operate — he went on the offensive instead.

Many thanks to Vlad Tepes for uploading this video:

Hat tip: CrossWare.

Religion vs Religion

In his latest essay, our Israeli correspondent MC wades into the deepest swamps of the Culture Wars.

Religion vs Religion

by MC

Perhaps my love of America and all things American has its roots in the regular supply of US comics sent to my brother and me by various relatives in the ’50s and ’60s, and amongst which was the occasional edition of MAD magazine.

Much of MAD was over my young head, but Spy vs Spy was always amusing and sticks in my mind, especially their pointed snouts clamped together when investigating a box (trap) from opposite sides.

However, Religion vs (political) Religion is not so amusing, nor is it confined to ink and paper, for the successful side of Western culture is defined by its (Christian) religion, and its demise is defined by the political religions which seek to destroy Christianity and all that goes with it.

The Christian revolution (I am not a Christian but I believe in the Bible) occurred when the Bible was translated into local languages and printed for all to read, and the Church was dragged out of its roots of feudalism (slavery) into what became democracy and even republicanism.

An important part of this process was the separation of Church and State; the Church having been responsible for many abuses that had held the communities of Europe in thrall for over a thousand years.

The feudal system over which the Church held suzerainty was a typical product of tyranny: a small elite, the aristocracy, owning most of the people as serfs, to do with as they please, and a tiny middle class of tradesmen to manufacture those things consumed by their betters. This was just a slight variation on the ‘warlord’ culture that has run most of the world from time immemorial and to this day in some places.

In the UK the feudal system was broken first by the Black Death, which killed off some 30% of the workforce. The subsequent competition for labour destroyed the idea of ‘ownership’ of people. Secondly, and as a consequence of this pandemic, a growing equality of opportunity was provided by increasing access to quality education. Ex-slaves and serfs used their newfound freedom to better themselves.

Under the feudal system, the church provided education and the higher-IQ peasant children were syphoned off into the cloisters. To a great extent this provided the stability required as potential peasant leaders were ‘kidnapped’ into religion (Janissaries, anybody?). Heresy invited a death penalty and life was cheap. In feudal times the Church was very much a political religion, and the Pope reigned over all the monarchs of Europe.

All this emerging freedom from under the tyranny of political religion, however, took hundreds of years to get to the idea of individual liberty. The cultural and economic impacts were minimised by being spread over such a genteel timescale. My paternal grandfather was a boy coalminer at age 12, but his sons went to grammar schools, receiving a quality education, and his youngest son even got a bachelor’s degree in engineering.

But do not think that the ‘elites’ did not fight back. Their main ploy was to create another politicized version of the feudal system that the church had failed to sustain. This took the form of ‘socialism’ where the elite claimed to be working in the best interests of the ‘working class’ by controlling all aspects of their lives. This was yet another political religion, of which we have now seen quite a few forms. Each causes its own mayhem, because there is no separation between political religion and state, and thus there is nothing to stop the killing when it inevitably starts.

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An Open Letter to Cindy Sheehan

This week’s edition of Dymphna’s Greatest Hits takes us back to a topic that after fifteen years has already faded into the mists of history. Cindy Sheehan had her fifteen minutes of fame, and then she moved on to… Well, to whatever people do when their fifteen minutes is up.

For those of you who are too young to remember, or weren’t paying attention at the time: Cindy Sheehan’s son Casey was killed in the Iraq War in 2004. In the summer of 2005 she made headlines as antiwar activist cum grieving mother who held a vigil outside George W. Bush’s ranch in Texas to protest the Iraq war. Later she took part in other “peace” actions, and was associated with Code Pink in some fashion.

Dymphna’s take on Cindy Sheehan was quite different from what was going around in the rest of the right-wing blogosphere in 2005. Since she had lost her own child just two years before, Dymphna had some insight into what another grieving mother might be feeling, and addressed her in that spirit.

It’s now been nine months since Dymphna died. Last summer was a time of horror and devastation for me, against which my psyche has protected me by making me unable to remember a lot of it. I just have flashes, snapshots, brief vignettes from those first awful weeks — enough to recall the utter misery of it. And it’s still here with me, but nowhere near as intense.

However… After living with Dymphna through the time of Shelagh’s death, I can tell you that the death of a child is far worse than the death of a spouse. Dymphna never really came back to her old self afterwards. I encouraged her to start this blog as a way to bring herself out of the worst of it, to mitigate her bottomless sorrow by doing something useful and important that drew on her gifts as a writer.

And here I am, fifteen years later, circling back to revisit that difficult time. Re-reading her essay brought it all back for me.

An Open Letter to Cindy Sheehan

by Dymphna
Originally published August 20, 2005

I had to look up your name since I have avoided your story as much as possible. Not out of a lack of compassion for your sorrow, but rather because of my own fragility and the sorrow I carry for my own dead daughter.

Here’s what I know about your story — and when you think about it, to have learned this much despite not having a TV and making an effort to avoid learning about your odyssey, it’s amazing I know as much as I do.

Your son Casey was a soldier and he died in Iraq. At first, you were able to maintain in the face of this catastrophic loss. I believe you even met with the President at one point? See — even I, with no access to regular media and a real wish to avoid your story, even I know these things. Or maybe what I “know” is some garbled version of what has been going on for you in your public grief.

This is a guess — an educated guess from one mother of a dead child to another — but I think things began to unravel as time went on and the reality of Casey’s complete and total and lifelong and irrevocable absence hit your consciousness like a fist sinks into a gut. And the bunched knuckles kept coming back to deliver blow after unending blow.

One picture I happened upon in the grocery store showed you on your knees. I presume it was taken in Crawford since someone who didn’t know me well wanted to discuss your story and said you’d gone to President Bush’s ranch. I remember turning away from your face as you knelt there. Yours was a sorrowful visage, a broken face like the reflection from a fractured mirror. My heart twisted for you even though I barely glanced at the picture.

Your grief has served to polarize others. Some say you’re being used, some dismiss you as “crazy” — and tell me, what mother of a dead child isn’t crazy? You’ve been cheated of your son; you walk through the valley of the shadow of death and no one comes to greet you. There will never, ever again be a laughing bear hug from this son grown tall and handsome.

When a husband or wife dies, we call the surviving partner the widow or widower. Why do you think it is that there is no one word to describe our condition, Cindy? Mother-of-a-dead-child is the best we can do? The lack of a name gives you some inkling how much our culture avoids the knowledge of this sorrow. If we named it we’d have some power over it. But the condition you and I share is unnamed because since time immemorial parents have dreaded this loss. It is the worst. There is nothing else that can be done to us. A motherless child is a pitiful creature and carries a life-long emptiness he or she tries to fill with other grown-ups. A childless mother is a crazy person and nothing can fill the hole, not if she had a baby a year for the rest of her life.

Do you have other children? I have three. And when people ask me, pleasantly, “how many children do you have?” I look at them blankly. It is all I can do to not to run screaming from the room.

Here is where I liken my experience to what is happening to you: after Shelagh’s sudden death, after the Rescue Squad carried her off and I watched them disappear down the drive, after the Medical Examiner returned her body to us, there was lots to do. The first morning I awoke I heard her say distinctly, laughing, “Mom, welcome to the first day of the rest of your life without me.” I think she was trying to make it easier in her Shelagh way.

There was so much to do. Her children needed clothing for the funeral, there were burial arrangements to make, a minister to call, family visitation to be arranged, a burial service to be created. So many, many people to notify. Elderly grandparents and a large contingent of Irish relatives to talk to and arrange for flights. As the days passed, I thought to myself “I can do this. I can just keep having this whole thing to organize and plan and I’ll be okay. As long as I never have to bury her, I’ll be fine.” Yes, this is crazy thinking. Even then, I vaguely knew that.

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A Host of Kind Faces

This post was a “sticky” feature for a week, and was first published last Monday. Scroll down for items posted since that time.

Winter Fundraiser 2020, Day Seven

Sunday’s Update: Snaps From the Family Album

This morning’s update will be brief, and will include just two final photos of kind faces from my memory. The first one is the above snapshot of Dymphna from 1987. I’ll tell you more about that in a minute, after I get the formalities out of the way.

Tip jarWe’re down to the wire here in the Winter Fundraiser of 2020: this is the final day. If you haven’t put a jingle into the tip cup (or this link), now is the time to do it.

Just think: this is a way to avoid all those noisome and obnoxious ads that you see on most sites. This blog relies entirely on modest donations by individual readers. I have no commercial sponsors. I’m not supported by any foundations or think tanks. The only sponsors are the people who read this site.

So if you appreciate what you find here, please drop a groat in the cup. A reminder: I send 10% of what I fundraise here to Vlad Tepes, whose video work is absolutely crucial to what I do. If you think he deserves more, please visit his site and click his own donate button.

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The photo of Dymphna at the top of this update is one of my all-time favorites. It captures her essence: that is exactly Dymphna, my beloved wife, with whom I spent forty fortunate years.

The picture was taken at my annual art show in the fall of 1987. The venue was a restaurant on the Downtown Mall in Charlottesville. I’ve racked my brains trying to figure out who Dymphna was talking to when I took the snap, but I can’t do it. However, I can identify all three paintings on the wall in the background, despite the blurriness. Funny about that.

The final set of kind faces for this fundraiser is a detail from a larger group photo that was taken in the mid-1980s when the future Baron was just a few months old. As far as I know, the fB and I are the only two people in the photo who are still alive, but just in case I’ve cropped the rest of them out:

That’s Dymphna at the top, and her mother seated in front of her. Boy, I sure had more hair in those days. And none of it was white yet.

These last two snaps from the Bodissey family album wrap up the 2020 Winter Fundraiser. I realize that I’ve been wallowing in nostalgia this past week, but then, wallowing is an emotional necessity for me in these our wintry days.

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Saturday’s donors hailed from:

Stateside: Connecticut, Florida, Michigan, North Carolina, New Hampshire, New Mexico, West Virginia, and Washington

Far Abroad: Lithuania and the UK

Canada: Ontario

Australia: Western Australia

This concludes the 2020 Winter Fundraiser for Gates of Vienna. I’ll post a wrap-up with all the locations sometime in the next few days.

A hearty Bodisseyan “thank you” to all those people on four continents who chipped in. It looks like I’ll be set for another quarter.

Saturday’s Update: Miscellaneous Faces From History, Not All of Them Kind

I’ll switch gears this morning and post a series of faces from history, chosen by whim from my image library. The one above shows Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili (a.k.a. Joseph Stalin), Franklin Delano Roosevelt, and Sir Winston Churchill at the Tehran Conference in late 1943. Sir Winston’s face might be characterized as “kind”, but FDR’s and Uncle Joe’s not so much.

I have more faces to post, but first a word about what I’ve been doing during this week that is rapidly drawing to a close.

For one week every quarter I beg for money from readers to help keep Gates of Vienna going. The tradition began while Dymphna was alive, and continues in her absence. We depended, and I still depend, on the kindness of strangers. Actually, not all of you are strangers, come to think of it…

So if you haven’t done so already, please click that funky tip cup on the sidebar (or use this link) and drop in a ha’penny or two to help keep this enterprise afloat.

What’s amazing to me is the large number of modest donations that have come in. They’re generally quite small, but there are so MANY of them — they really add up. I’m humbled by your generosity, and pleased to see so many first-time donors.

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Nothing Swedish Here…

The ripples continue to spread from the Scandinavia-negating video commercial by SAS. The graphic below is one example (hat tip LN), as is the brief satirical essay below it by Thomas Bertonneau.

Nothing Swedish here…

by Thomas F. Bertonneau

There is nothing characteristically Swedish about generic person Fred Åkerström’s vintage televised performance of the entirely forgettable Fredmann’s Epistle No. 48“Solen glimmar blank och trind” [“The Sun is Shining Smooth and Round”] — by the generic poet-musician Carl Michael Bellman (1740-1795), who only accidentally wrote in Swedish. Notice Åkerström’s two accompanists — the Bantu flutist and the Samoyed violoncellist. It is well known that Bellman’s poetry is based on the oral traditions of the ancient Peruvians, which were culturally appropriated by the Vikings during their imperialistic voyages in the eleventh century. Of course, there was nothing characteristically Scandinavian about the Vikings either. Their “dragon ships” were plagiarized from the hull-form of the Polynesian Kon-Tiki rafts.

Below are the first three stanzas in English. The full verses may be found here.

The sun is shining bright and round
The water is like a mirror
After a while a wind starts blowing
into slacking sails
The pennant is unfolded and with an oar
Olle is standing on a hay-boat
Kerstin comes out from the cabin
locks the door

The steel is shining, the pipe is light
Olle scratches his ear
The rudder is turned, the boat turns around
The old man is busy
Beneath strong eyebrows
he grins against the sun in the sky
Kerstin, the sweetheart of the old man
will tend to the sails now

The sails are flapping, the boat is moving forward
Jerker grabs his lyre
The lyre hums, the waves hit against the boat
With force and frenzy
The boat creaks, fragile, thin
The wind is seen in the top of the boat
The rooster crows so harsh and hoarse
The clock just struck four

For previous essays by Thomas F. Bertonneau, see the Thomas Bertonneau Archives.

Muslim Rapes: The Government Misinformed The House

Michael Copeland’s latest essay discusses the extent to which the British political establishment has been successfully deceived by the Islamic practice of taqiyya, or sacred lying.

Muslim Rapes: The Government Misinformed The House

by Michael Copeland

“There is NOTHING in the Koran…”

The UK Government has successfully misinformed the House of Lords. This happened in March 2018, but little has changed since.

The misinformation came in a statement by Lord Young, in his capacity as the Cabinet Office Spokesman for the Government in the Upper Chamber. It was his answer to an enquiry, and is set out below. First, though, the question: it concerned the many, many, rapes of non-Muslim girls by Muslim men.

The peer who asked the question, Lord Pearson, prefaced his polite words by bringing attention to the extent of the problem, carefully citing his sources:

My Lords, …If we accept the views of our lead police officer for child protection, of Rotherham’s MP and of the recent Jay and Quilliam reports, we are looking at millions of rapes of white and Sikh girls by Muslim men, only 222 of whom have been convicted since 2005.

Lord Pearson went on to mention — Gasp! — the Koran. Warning: Fragility Alert. This is Eggshell territory. The Westminster Bubble has an Eggshell Zone, in which certain subjects, like Emperor’s Clothes, are not meant to be touched upon. The Upper Chamber allowed itself an audible but polite and well-mannered frisson:

Will the Government ask our Muslim leaders whether the perpetrators can claim that their behaviour is sanctioned in the Koran…

general murmurings of disapproval and reproach

…and to issue a fatwa against it?

Shock! Lord Pearson had erred and strayed from the Commandment:

Thou Shalt Not Puncture The Bubble

Lords and Commons alike are nearly all signed up to the Bubble’s Articles of Faith, more properly called Articles of Wishful Thinking, namely the Religion-of-Peace and the Tiny-Minority-of-Extremists — you know, those who have warped, twisted, perverted, distorted, misunderstood, you name it, their Entirely Peaceful Ideology. The Koran is Peace, Nothing but Peace, and Do Not Disturb this Dictum. These Articles of Faith are untouchable, never mind that they do not correspond with reality. Merely adverting to them makes a person a troublemaker.

The peers, their noble feathers ruffled, sternly awaited the anticipated answer. Sure enough, Lord Young, reading from a prepared text, delivered the riposte:

There is NOTHING in the Koran that encourages the sort of activity the noble Lord has referred to.

Satisfaction all round

There. The authoritative pronouncement. Decorum restored, feathers re-smoothed. Unfortunately the statement, though doubtless given in good faith, is completely at variance with Koranic reality. This will be exposed below. The noble Lord then added, correctly in theory but not so easy to find in practice:

In any case, the Koran would be trumped by the law of the land.

Well, yes, but the operative part is “would be”. It would be if the law of the land were enforced, but time and time again blind eyes have been turned and the law has been left unenforced.

The Government Spokesman unwittingly dug himself deeper in his hole by delivering the Compulsory Creed, to be adhered to at all times and in all places, and against all evidence:

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Singular and Multiple Convergences

Seneca III takes a look at the peculiar dichotomies of the Culture Wars.

In the UK a Muslim man is being prosecuted for removing his son from LGBT lessons, which he claims risk the safety of his child.

“Jabar Hussain, 51, faces fines and potentially time in prison for removing his son for months from the Parkfield Community School in Alum Rock, Birmingham. The dispute emerged after the introduction of the LGBT inspired ‘No Outsiders’ curriculum, that inspired protests from mostly Muslim parents in the school district.” [Breitbart]

The full report is here.

What surprised me after a first glance at the leading comments was that they massively came out in support of Hussein’s position. My second surprise was that this was precisely the conclusion that I had subliminally come to as I read through the article, and that for me is a very dichotomous position to end up in.

That the implantation in young minds of a retrogressive evolutionary aberration of this type could be of such anathema to the most socio-inhumanistic and primitive ethnic grouping currently occupying large parts of this country tells us something about the magnitude of this aberration’s assault. That they, already trapped in a fourteen-hundred-year old sessile cul de sac, should be able discern that this means they are being forced even deeper into that cul de sac demonstrates an awareness buried deep in species memory. Is it not a pity that so few of the rest of us fail to see this thing for what it is, or allow ourselves to be forced to stand back and do nothing about it for fear of persecution?

Well, one thing is for sure: both the secular and the spiritual are equally vulnerable to this corrosive plague that is taking deep root in the human psyche. Those who are still of sound, uninfected mind intuitively understand that any movement towards a state contrary to biological reality is a sure path to extinction should we fail to deal with it, no matter how draconian the treatment may have to be.

In all, it is a most difficult task to determine which is the most dangerous pathogen of our time — Coronavirus 2019-nCoV, Islam, the Political Classes and their enforcers, or the demented, cis- and transgendered, multiple personal pronouned LGBTXYZ alphabet soup and their equally mindless ‘Woke’ acolytes.

Perhaps all or three at once could be the answer, each with a vector of its own but each vector ending at the same point in time and space, a place where these intellectually and morally deficient creatures will have destroyed nations, cultures and traditions throughout the West leaving only a sterile physical and metaphysical wilderness behind them.

So, how many horsemen of the apocalypse are there really? One, three or four?

Afterword. I did not categorise the ecoloons as a stand-alone pathogen because I always include them within the same sub-grouping as the carbon-tax-benefitting Political Classes. They are just monkeys belonging to and performing for these wealthy organ grinders.

— Seneca III, in a mostly uninfected part of Middle England on the 7th day of February in this the year of our Lord 2020

For links to previous essays by Seneca III, see the Seneca III Archives.

The Mills of the Gods Grind Slowly, But They Still Grind Exceeding Fine

Life after Brexit — what will it be like for the European Union? Seneca III shares some thoughts on the matter.


The Mills of the Gods Grind Slowly, But They Do Grind Exceeding Fine

by Seneca III

The chances of a British-EU Free Trade Deal are disappearing fast, thanks to the EU’s intransigent demands for preconditions to be established before any negotiations begin. The geopolitical myopia on their side of the ditch is morbidly fascinating to behold and does not bode well for them.

Essentially, the EU is finished. It is a dinosaur on its last legs controlled from behind the scenes by an elderly, sterile, unf***able tub of lard (as Silvio Berlusconi so indelicately put it) and a French shirtlifter with delusions of grandeur who can’t even govern his own country.

From our west we are being insulted on an almost daily basis by Macron’s non-Celtic doppelganger and mouthpiece in the Emerald Isle, the Prime Minister of an even smaller island economically, in population and physically, and a person of similar mindset and deviant inclinations to the posturing Frenchman.

Looking down south we see Greece and observe that it doesn’t appear to be run by anybody at all. Currently, Italy appears to be in the same mess, but I do have some hope for them after their forthcoming elections. Many of us wish Mr. Salvini a fair wind and a safe landfall.

To their west is Spain, which seems to have forgotten the lessons of the Reconquista. When it comes to Catalonia, and despite its clinging to what is left of its empire in Ceuta and Melilla, it is now also trying to renege on the Treaty of Utrecht. Franco’s ghost is still lurking in the olive groves.

In the north of the continental EU, on the borders of the Land of the Bear, are Poland, Hungary, the rest of the Visegrad Four and the Baltic States who are just realising that the days of sucking at the over-generous Euroteat, mostly funded by the UK, are coming to an end. This presents them with a problem and, soon, with seminal decisions to make.

Somewhere in the same area is Romania, a net exporter of murderous criminals and gangsters to the rest of the EUSSR, but which otherwise is neither of any substance nor use whatsoever.

Just over the ditch Denmark and Holland, having mortgaged their long history of courage and independence in exchange for a few ephemeral benefits from the apparatchiks in Brussels, have submitted to the Roper scourge and continue to sit on the fence, hoping to extract something of value out the chaos that lies ahead. Nothing will come out of that.

On the edge of the Arctic Circle we find Sweden, now in the final stages of becoming the first European Caliphate, a violent murderous basket case of a once lovely, prosperous country, an exemplar of all that is wrong with socialism, pathological altruism and multiculturalism.

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German Fire Aimed at Central Europe

The following article from the Hungarian Tuti blog concerns the “climate change” policies of the German-led European Union, and how they will be applied and enforced in Central Europe.

CrossWare, who translated the piece, includes this background information:

The Tuti blog (Tuti is Hungarian slang for “Total”) is an offshoot from pestisracok.hu, a right-wing conservative portal.

Its language and tone are more adjusted for the younger generation (Generation Z), who do not like to mince words nor speak overly diplomatically.

The German word Energiewunderwaffe (a compound word that seems to have been coined by the Tuti blog, building on Wunderwaffe) used in the title means, roughly, “energy miracle-weapon”. The illustration shows Greek fire being employed by a Byzantine vessel.

Energiewunderwaffe in a climate championship

January 21, 2020
by Piréz Róbert [Pirate Robert — alias]

According to rumors, the more developed countries of the European core, the German-led Axis, have found, in addition to the Article 7 procedure, another way of robbing the more recently arrived Central European countries: some of their cohesion and agricultural resources will be spent on climate protection — and because they are the biggest polluters on the continent — dedicated to themselves.

In addition to a single country, Poland, only the Western core states are expected to benefit from the so-called ‘one-size-fits-all’ EU climate money. The rest will get some small change from the $10,000 billion program. The proposed mechanism for distributing money is ridiculously one-sided both in terms of population and in areas targeted for improvement. It is as if the cumulated emissions of a country depend only on the mode of energy production and on the industrial segment, and the transportation and less environmentally friendly heating technologies would not cause serious ecological problems that can be redeemed only by huge investments.

The program includes a grant of €7.5 billion (i.e. free cash), which will be allocated according to the following criteria, according to the Portfolio.hu article:

  • The so-called greenhouse gas emissions from industrial installations in high-carbon regions
  • The number of people employed in industry in high-carbon regions
  • Employment related to coal and lignite mining
  • Peat moss production
  • Sand oil production

Among the less environmentally friendly industrial segments, they have apparently looked to European public finances to tackle the main challenges facing their own economies. They have chosen those who are affected by the increasingly uncompetitive economy of the self-destructing Germans, wanting to pour money in so that the newcomer Central and Eastern European states will not be able to take advantage of the stupidity of the Germans and be able to bring in some of the backlog. After World War 2, they were sewn with barbed wire.

The Germans calculated how to convert to green energy without affecting their competitiveness, but with the precision of world wars, so again they left a variable out of the equation. However, the Green Third Reich will not last for a thousand years — they are in trouble on the climate front, so they are forcing the minions to take their share of the major air strike; they send divisions and free supplies, and then they will have the final climate victory.

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Coronavirus 2019-nCoV versus the Bacterium Yersinia Pestis

The Wuhan Coronavirus has been dominating the news for the last week or so. Seneca III sends this comparison between the new pandemic and the Black Death, which ravaged Europe in the Middle Ages.

Coronavirus 2019-nCoV versus the Bacterium Yersinia Pestis

by Seneca III

It is alleged that the original genome of this particular Coronavirus was stolen by a Chinese researcher at a biolab in Canada that was working to find a cure for the four other variants of this strain, the last one being SARS. She has since been dismissed and deported. SARS, first reported in China in 2002, spread to 27 countries, infecting around 8,000 people and killing 700.

Wuhan is the centre of Chinese biowarfare research. Latest reports show that the Corona 2019-nCoV did not originate in the fish market but migrated there from prior cases and has nothing to do with bat soup. Could we be facing an escaped bioengineered pathogen causing a global pandemic on a scale proportional fatality-wise to the Black Death?

And, in view if the continuing spread of this plague, it is worth asking why, during the course of the Black Death pandemic in the 14th century, did three places escape its worst depredations?

Without any doubt whatsoever Poland was far less afflicted than the rest of Europe. Whilst Poland’s relative isolation was a contributing factor, King Casimir, by closing the Polish borders and putting the country into quarantine both externally and then again internally, created a second line of defence, thus severely limiting the incursions of this virulent pathogen.

”During Kazimierz’s reign, the Black Death, a pandemic infection, swept across Europe, killing millions. But Poland established quarantines at its borders, and the plague skirted Poland almost entirely.”

— Zuchora-Walske, Christine, Poland, North Mankato: ABDO Publishing, 2013.

Also, in Poland, outside of the cities, centres of population were sparsely scattered and rural. The inhabitants were prone to a wariness of ‘strangers’ who might be disease vectors, and the fact that it took a long time for travelers to reach these semi-isolated communities often exceeded the short incubation period of the disease in humans.

(And thus, why the long incubation period of Corona 2019-nCoV is of concern to us today; the next ten to twenty days will tell us if the progress of the contagion has become or could become exponential.)

Milan and Venice also sustained low mortality rates (said to be 15% or less) relative to the rest of Europe by employing similar practices to those in Poland. Both the Milanese and the Venetians, because of their extensive trade links and greater proximity to the Asian epicentre, had advance warning of the plague. In Milan in particular, infected households were isolated and rigorously quarantined, and, as Milan was a walled city, the burghers simply locked the gates and used armed force to deny entry to the city. Food and trade goods were brought to the gates, left outside for the Milanese to collect without contact with the traders, and then they in turn left payment for the traders to collect once the townsfolk had retreated back inside.

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Brexit: The Cities, the Shires and the Open Sea

At the end of this month Brexit will become a reality. Or will it somehow yet again be postponed? Our English correspondent Seneca III has some thoughts on the matter.

Brexit: The Cities, the Shires and the Open Sea

by Seneca III

In eight days and eight nights as of this writing I will greet the rising sun on the first day of February 2020 with much the same status as I unknowingly did seventy-eight years ago as I entered into this life as a free-born child of England, but I incline to say “much the same status as”, because my freedom, as tentative now as it was then, will not be complete. Yes, our D-Day does hover on a near horizon — in this case just over a week away — but its success or failure is as unpredictable now as it was in June 1944.

Thanks to over four decades of scheming, surrender-treaty-signing politicians we will at best still face almost a year subject to binding EU controls, restrictions and judgements and to the continued payment of huge membership fees to an organisation of which we will no longer be a member and from which we will receive no benefit (if we ever did), plus, at the end of it all, paying thirty-nine billion pounds of ransom money to finally escape its clutches.*

The terms and conditions of this robbery at legal gunpoint are enabled and enforced by the chains those treaties acceded us to. That the ends of those chains are firmly in the hands of an implacable enemy construct across the Channel to which our groveling governing classes pay obeisance is humiliating and dangerously detrimental to our financial and sovereign future.

And, just to ice the cake of our subservience, the rape and plundering of our fishing grounds by EU Seine Net, Electrification and Beam-Dragging Mega-Trawlers will continue at an accelerating pace to the point where, with their food chains destroyed from the bottom up, those waters will have become near sterile wildernesses by the time we get them back eleven months later.

Yet, on that day of days when we at least partially pull the plug, I will still stand proud to be British, to be one miniscule part of a Union and a people who, despite several decades of subtle deceits and nigh on four years of high treason in the corrupted Mother of Parliaments have, for the umpteenth time since the Norman invasion and the third time in the last hundred years, found the will and the courage to resist and repel yet another attempt at foreign hegemony over the once green and pleasant land that is this small wind-swept archipelago in the North Atlantic. And possibly even saved Europe from itself in the process.

Still, I am foremost minded of the fact that at that at 2300 hours on the 31st we will still have that long, uncertain year’s slog ahead of us, a hopefully beneficial progress we might at least be able to sustain for a short span, but only for a short span because the singular triumph of Brexit which succeeded against all odds over this latest attempt to subordinate us to the beat of different drummers is not the linear and forward looking process it would appear to be. It is in actuality a small length of arc on the circumference of the closed circular course of our political affairs where a precession that, if not recognised or accepted with insouciance and thus immediately rejected, always tends to produce another attempt at dominance by inimical entities either from either within or without. Or both.

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