Air Defense Ain’t What It Used To Be
It is not easy to know what make of this lead paragraph from a piece at Breitbart London: “Two RAF (Royal Air Force) logistics jets were damaged at one of Britain’s most theoretically secure airfields… by Palestine Action activists who were able to escape undetected.”
“Theoretically secure.” You have to admire that technocratic jingle. Palestine Action are a group explained by their name, and two members apparently entered RAF Brize Norton (Britain’s best-known non-civilian airfield) and disabled two military aircraft with paint sprayed from modified fire extinguishers into turbine engines. The saboteurs then fled using the electric scooters on which they had entered. The crime of “sabotaging His Majesty’s dockyards” used to be punishable by hanging in more sensible times, but these actions were described by Keir Starmer as “vandalism”, as though this was some kid spraying graffiti on a south London tower-block rather than a security breach at the highest level. The Home Secretary immediately proscribed the organization as terrorist, but there are unlikely to be any arrests over the Brize Norton incident. As so much does in these politicized times, this looks like psy-ops. As an RAF officer might have said during World War 2, the whole dashed affair’s a bit bally, what?
As it was two logistics aircraft that were damaged, let’s look at the logistics of this attack, because I’m having a problem with what Coleridge called “the willing suspension of disbelief.” So, an airfield belonging to and guarded by the world’s first and finest military air force, the same one which successfully defended Britain against the Luftwaffe in 1940, can now be infiltrated by the type of people usually associated with the Palestinian cause in the UK, middle-class midwits who don’t seem to need to work. Really? The government is sticking with that story? Could I borrow a mirror so that I can see exactly where the word “sucker” has been tattooed on my forehead?
Forty years ago, holidaying on the beautiful Greek island of Santorini (the volcanic one with black sand on its beaches), I discovered an old air-force base. It was a graveyard for fighter-planes which had served their purpose for the Hellenic Air Force. There were rusting hulks of Russian MiGs, American Buffalos with weeds growing from the cockpit, old Cessnas covered in moss. Zeus knows who the Greek air force bought their planes from. I love that sort of thing – “pleasing decay”, as the artist John Piper dubbed it – and started snapping away with my disposable camera. Some Greek soldiers in a Jeep roared down the track toward me within minutes and chased me for miles over scrubland (I was on an off-road motorbike). It was bloody terrifying, and I hadn’t even broken into the base, I was just taking weird tourist shots from outside the flimsy wire fence. Now, getting on for half a century later, I am expected to believe that some students wearing Palestinian tea-towels can break into an RAF base in Britain, disable key aircraft, then escape unmolested. Pull the other one.
Britain’s air force has recently faced enemies more dangerous than all Göring’s Messerschmitts and Heinkels, and the RAF are in danger of being strafed on the runway, not by Stukas but by DEI. Two years ago, the RAF announced a new recruitment initiative. It was no longer interested in what it called “useless white males” as pilots. This month, a show for the public by the famous Red Arrows aerial display team has been cancelled, and you can choose the reason from a variety offered. The RAF blamed “maintenance issues”, which is a bare-faced lie. These are probably the best-maintained aircraft in Europe, and the suggestion that they had a spot of engine bother is ludicrous. Other sources suggested that now that Britain was on Keir Starmer’s “war footing” (he loves being photographed in a flak-jacket), airspace was at risk, but this is more deception. I didn’t see Heathrow and Gatwick Airports closing down on the weekend of the display. Another source claimed the Arrows couldn’t take off from the airbase, as though the most experienced aerial display team in the world wouldn’t perhaps have checked the runway for potholes.
It’s the constant lying that is getting to British people. Don’t piss down my leg, we are fond of saying, and tell us it’s raining. The reason for the ban is obvious, the same reason the British and English flags are being criminalized, no one stands for the national anthem anymore for fear of being labelled “racist”, and Shakespeare is being decolonized. The Red Arrows are a national icon, a symbol of Britishness which is no longer admissible under progressivist rule. It’s also worth pointing out that if you attended a British air display, Lancaster bomber and all, you wouldn’t see many non-whites watching with you. The Red Arrows’ gorgeous smoke-streams of red, white, and blue are never forgotten once seen. If Britain and its air force lack anything at the moment, it’s the spirit of the Blitz.
A Tale Of Two Countries
The current difference in mood between the American right and their British counterparts is almost palpable, and is accurately represented by YouTubers. Whether they are Conservative Inc. or more genuinely dissident, American channels have exuded confidence and vigor since Trump’s re-election. In the UK, in bold contrast, since the Labour Party won a General Election they could not lose, British content providers have come across like a football team who have just lost 0-10. I note with interest that Starmer won approximately the same percentage vote share as Hitler’s National Socialists did in 1932, although the BBC made no mention of that. But it is not hard to see why the mood music sounds so different across the Atlantic.
Although he has not exactly united the right – something no mortal could do – Trump is at least acting like an alpha male is supposed to act, for better or worse, and the Islamic world will have more respect for him after his attacks on Iran. As Nietzsche noted, “Islam at least assumes it is dealing with men”, but of late the Islamic world has not seen too many actual men on the Western political stage. Instead, it sees “men” such as Justin Trudeau, Emmanuel Macron, and Keir Starmer.
Acting like a man, including pushing other men around, is part of being a man, whether the pushing is physical or psychological. “Bullying” is one of the names weak men, and particularly women, give to power. One of the most inane things I have ever heard is that “all bullies are cowards.” Wrong. If they are good at bullying, they become winners. There is nothing wrong with bullying as long as those being bullied are the enemy.
Things are getting done under Trump which benefit white Americans for the first time in almost half a decade. Trump is in an interesting position. When he announces some measure or policy item which advantages whites rather than blacks (vanishingly rare under Biden), he cannot state the fact. But he is improving America for its white population, whereas Starmer is intentionally doing the opposite. The interaction between the two premiers is worth inspecting, and let us join the recent G7 jamboree.
Kneel Before the Master
Donald Trump has shown European leaders something they have long needed to be shown: the need for deference when a new emperor mounts the throne. I am not unreservedly in favor of everything the Commander-in-Chief is doing, but American critics of 47 should remind themselves there could have been a genuinely stupid black woman in charge. How would she have dealt with Iran? Perhaps she might have advised them mullahs that they must accept what is to come, unburdened by what has been. Best of luck with that. But Trump is boss, and the American Right must accept the cards it is dealt.
When Trump was re-elected, with Musk’s DOGE as a big selling-point, I hoped he might take a pair of hedge-trimmers to the enormous waste of time known as the G7. This ideological catwalk is a waste of money, and I had hoped Trump would say, Zoom-call or nothing at all. But he turns up on cue, and I think I may have started to see why. He doesn’t see political theater as a bug. He sees it as a feature. Optics are not necessarily a time-wasting distraction, and one incident at the conference made me think there was method in the madness.
Trump and Starmer were standing in some garden in Europe, and Trump was holding a document representing the new trade agreement Starmer was terrified he had jeopardized with earlier comments against the comeback king. Also, Starmer’s organ-grinder’s monkey, Foreign Secretary David Lammy (a man who makes some black men sound as intelligent the late Sir Roger Scruton), had also described Trump in less than flattering terms.
So, what happened when Trump “accidentally” allowed one of the pages of this “historic” deal to fall to the gravel? Starmer got to his knees quicker than a 20-dollar whore and gathered them up. With one dropped piece of paper, Trump made Starmer look weak and servile. Not long afterwards, the President blew out of town early, leaving the G7 gauleiters with the distinct impression that he thought the whole massive photo-op was beneath him and he had other places he needed to be.
One throwaway line was of interest, as we have been talking about aviation. Older readers may have seen the famous supersonic Concorde. Trump described it as a “beautiful” airplane, and anyone who remembers seeing it fly overhead like some great seabird will agree. Perhaps we will see a recommissioning of this historic piece of white Western mechanics.
The Book Time Forgot
The decision by the British government to commission a national enquiry into what has become known as the “grooming-gang scandal” is of interest for a number of reasons. Firstly, it represents one of Keir Starmer’s recent U-turns, seeming to suggest that “the government is listening” to the people, and so it is. Just not all of them, and certainly not to the kufr. The decision to have an enquiry after all was based on a “new” report, which actually contained no fresh information at all. This was confirmed by Maggie Oliver, an ex-police officer who has been at the forefront of exposing a vast campaign of rape jihad. But that is not the reason for the hasty decision to commission a review. The decision will have been coordinated with advice from The Muslim Council of Britain, who are becoming better at psy-ops as the months pass, as they learn that art from their ultimate, small-hatted masters.
In February of this year, Starmer claimed that any politician requesting such a report into these organized Muslim rape-gangs, whose epicenter is men of Pakistani heritage, was “jumping on a bandwagon of the far right.” If you are unfamiliar with modern Britain, the “far right” has the same status in those isles that dragons used to have back when St. George was polishing his lance. Everyone in the village was scared of them even though they didn’t actually exist. Now, apparently, the noxious views of this chimerical “far right” are government policy, and there is room on the bandwagon for more passengers.
Secondly, it has been stated that the report will take three to four years to complete, a time period that happens to coincide with Britain’s next scheduled General Election. If you wanted to kick a hot-button political controversy into the long grass, that is a wheatfield, and an enquiry is always a good way to confuse the news cycle. Either a new government – which there will almost certainly be in 2029, if not earlier – will be left with the poisoned chalice of a report which commits the crime of criticizing Islam, or. should Labour get a second term (which seems very unlikely at present), they will defuse any findings the report may unearth to the advantage of the Islamic caucus.
But this entire, horrible fiasco has been Hamlet without the prince. In 2011, a book was published which was the first (and, I believe only) published investigation into the grooming gangs. Easy Meat, by journalist Peter McLoughlin, was entirely ignored by the MSM for obvious reasons on its release, but the author has never been sued for its contents, and it will have been pored over by lawyers both Muslim and non-Muslim. Why, then, do the British right-of-center outlets also ignore this book? I have heard it mentioned just once and briefly in many hours of coverage by what there is of a conservative media in the UK. Is it because McLoughlin is an associate of Tommy Robinson? The British dissident right if nothing if not bourgeois, and Robinson is a little common for them, don’t you know?
Police Brutality
The idea that there was such a thing as police brutality used to be the exclusive preserve of the Left in Britain but, doubtless in the spirit of inclusivity, now the right can join in as well. The British police have gone from being the conscientious public servants envisioned by the founder of the modern force, Sir Robert Peel in 1829, to a bunch of 80-some IQ Yahoos intent on dishing it out to white people while not daring to go anywhere near anyone of duskier hue unless it’s at an awards ceremony. And they will be handing out the awards, not receiving them. The police – and Britain’s private security firms – are increasingly non-white. This is a result of DEI policy rather than meritocracy, as I am sure you understand.
This video is a perfect example of how modern policing is carried out, white on white, and black on white where possible. There are countless numbers of similar videos available, and if there is a much-touted civil war, the police had better phone in sick, because the British public are not amused.
Nice Work If You Can Get It
Within hours of arriving in Britain, illegal immigrants are not only fed and watered, installed in a decent hotel out of the price range of many Brits, and given a mobile phone. They also begin work for the hive of food delivery companies that have sprung up ever since the British people decided that cooking for themselves was some kind of IQ test. These brand-new British citizens can make up to 1,000 per week, and they do not need to rent out office space or a warehouse. They simply use the taxpayer-funded hotels in which they have been installed free of charge. To them, at least…
This is how it’s gone on in the United Kingdom.
The Union Jackal

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I know I could ask Grok or something, but I’d rather hear it straight from the jackal’s mouth. What’s the difference that the driver was alluding to in that police video between a law and a mere act of parliament?
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