Théodore Chassériau – Le Spectre de Banquo. Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.

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Like Macbeth in Dunsinane, Sir Keir Starmer grows isolated. The British Prime Minister (PM) is loathed by the public, certainly, but that is of no importance to Starmer’s handlers, or “policy advisers” as they are euphemistically called. When these humorless young men and women look at negative polling indicating that the public—meaning the white public—intensely dislike current government policy, they will attempt the closest that sort of person gets to a smile. Whoever it is that runs this rather nasty globe will be more than satisfied with Starmer’s work thus far, but they may have to look for a replacement. Now, Starmer’s erstwhile allies are turning against him, and the head that wears the crown is feeling very uneasy indeed.

Political parties can be ruthless when it comes to recreating the Ides of March. This was famously the 15th of March, 44BC, when Julius Caesar was knifed to death on the steps of the Roman Senate. Knives in Britain now are more the province of young Anglo-Caribbean men, but the political class will still turn on a leader who has failed to keep his friends close but his enemies closer. The blades may be figurative, but they are no less sharp. This is now happening to Starmer, and his reaction has been fascinating. After long-predicted and disastrous local election results—a sort of equivalent to American mid-terms—calls for Starmer’s resignation have grown to a cacophonous level. At a recent meeting of the Cabinet, Starmer informed his colleagues that he would not be discussing his leadership, and if anyone wanted to discuss the subject, they could see him in private. Many tried, none succeeded. Starmer’s office wasn’t taking calls. And, like Macbeth, Starmer is now having to look inside himself. What does he find there?

Much has been written about Starmer, the lawyer who got Britain’s top job. And much of that writing has made what I consider a serious mistake, betraying the fact that the media are not particularly astute. The British press used to be a showcase for political writing. AI could do it now, and probably does. Starmer is routinely described as “boring.” Excuse me? John Major was boring. Theresa May was no laugh riot. But Starmer boring? He is a fascinating character. How psychiatrists must want to get him on their couch. I said two years ago that I would not be surprised if he, and the previous uniparty PM, Rishi Sunak, were a prototype AI/human hybrid. Starmer is beyond robotic, a strange mix of NLP (Neuro-Linguistic Programming) and a kind of quasi-autism. He is now desperate to assert what remains of his authority, and an easy target has presented itself.

Tommy Robinson is disliked on the Dissident Right for his Zionism, an argument I find tiresome, but that is a discussion for another day. Robinson organized another of his “Unite the Kingdom” rallies in London on May 16. You will know by now how that panned out, but at the time of writing, the British deep state are determined to make it a troublesome event. They need anger and violence from the “far-Right,” and if it doesn’t happen, they will make it so. The way Starmer has prepared for the rally is compensatory behavior. Starmer desperately wanted to be a war leader. Many Left-wing politicians like to LARP it up a bit, and I am sure we all remember Justin Trudeau’s antics with the dressing-up box. But Starmer is regularly photographed in army fatigues. That’s why he was so keen on the Ukraine war. When he effectively told President Trump that Britain wanted no part of his Iran jaunt, “Never here Keir” popped up in Saudi Arabia a week later claiming that “we” had secured a ceasefire. Trump must have spat out his McDonald’s shake when he heard that one. But Starmer’s approach to Robinson’s rally, in collusion with London Mayor and Muslim 5th-columnist, Sir Sadiq Khan, has been pathetically overblown. There will be 4,000 police officers in attendance, all briefed to look for trouble, or cause it. There will be Leftist agitators attempting to infiltrate the ranks for false-flag purposes, and there is a pro-Palestine rally scheduled for the same day. This is an anarcho-tyrannist’s wet dream

Starmer is almost single-handedly responsible for the biggest and most outlandish political myth in Britain today; the far-Right. No such thing exists, as I wrote about here four years ago. I took the trouble to contact every “far-Right” party in Britain. Few would talk to me, almost certainly because they looked at Counter-Currents, The Occidental Observer, and V-Dare (all of whom I wrote for at the time) and found it too rich for their blood. Some on the Right tremble in the face of White Nationalist publications. Starmer particularly hates White Nationalism. What was it that made him so inclined?

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Anyone who reads my political writing here at Counter-Currents will know that I have mentioned—doubtless ad nauseam—that I was at school with Starmer. He was a year below me, in the same year as Quentin Cook, better known as Fatboy Slim. I snogged his sister once. Cook’s, not Starmer’s. Quentin Cook was an amusing fellow. He got himself into a band with an old drinking pal of mine, Paul Heaton. The Housemartins had a number of hits, broke up, and Paul formed The Beautiful South and continued crafting smart, catchy pop songs, while Quentin took to the turntables. But Starmer consistently lies about his childhood. He claims to have been working-class, and that his father was a toolmaker. He was not working-class, he was and remains middle-class, which is why he hates himself and his fellow whites, and his father owned a tool-making factory, which is hardly the same thing as being a toolmaker. He grew up in Oxted, a few miles from where I grew up. We knew it as “posh,” and property prices were higher than the surrounding areas. It was entirely white. Although I never met Starmer, we must have shared the same bus home. Little did I know I was sharing the 410 bus with the man who would go on to destroy my country.

The philosophical concept that best fits Britain today is Nietzsche’s transvaluation of all values. This was Nietzsche’s planned magnum opus unfortunately ruled out by reason of Nietzsche going mad in a Turin street in January of 1889. But the thesis is a straightforward one. “Value,” be it financial, moral, aesthetic, or whatever, is not fixed. It can be changed, and it can be coerced into that change. One area in which value is important is the law, and we in the white West have a fairly consensual idea of what is right and wrong. At least, we did. With the importation of low-IQ cultures with a very different moral calculus, those values are changing. Let’s examine a recent crime and resultant court case and see if that sheds any light on the transvaluation of values, or all values, as Nietzsche put it. This crime will give us a very good idea of what is happening to Britain, and why whites are now at hazard.

Now, because I make part of my meager living writing about British politics, I am obliged to spend a lot of time looking at legal proceedings in the old country. Violent attacks are increasing in the UK, but there is an absolute embargo on mentioning why that is. “Don’t notice” is the modern British injunction. Usually, I am able to suspend my own personal moral response to a particular crime, but occasionally the full cultural context to a crime makes me weep. It really does. You can’t be dispassionate, on occasion. The case of Henry Nowak is one such, and it is a case that should make the white British aware of just how much they are despised.

Last year, in December, 18-year-old student Henry Nowak was walking back home from a night out in Southampton with his football team. He was a good student, and he had drunk less than the legal limit to drive. Sadly, that fact would come out during his post mortem. Nowak was taking Snapchat videos when he was confronted by 23-year-old Vickrum Digwa. Those of you who know your ethnicities will realize that this was no black thug or pushy Muslim. Digwa is a Sikh name. And, before we proceed, you should know that, under a provision in British law, Sikhs are allowed to carry knives. Digwa was thus legally armed with an 8-inch blade. It’s called a “Shastar,” and it is a part of Sikh ceremonial religion. He stabbed Nowak with the knife. Nowak attempted to escape by climbing a fence, but was already losing blood. Neighbors heard the fracas and called the police. When they arrived, Digwa told them that Nowak had “racially abused” him. The police arrested Nowak. While they were handcuffing him, Nowak bled out and died. Let’s recap. The British police arrive at a crime scene to find a brown boy and a white boy and a trail of blood. When the non-white alleged that the white had used some racial slur against him, the police took him at his word and arrested a dying boy. The transvaluation of all values. Now, read a report from The Sun newspaper about the incident. “My hands were clenched in fists of rage,” Don McLean sang in American Pie. That is pretty much how I felt when I read this:

The court heard that a wounded Mr. Nowak attempted to escape by climbing over a fence, leaving a trail of blood that suggested he had already been struck.

Mr. Digwa is alleged to have ‘aggressively pursued’ the teenager rather than seeking help for his injuries.

Footage recovered from Mr. Nowak’s phone, which was later found in the defendant’s pocket, was played to the jury.

In the recording, the student is heard singing and yawning before the camera pans away to show Mr. Digwa walking away.

Mr. Nowak is heard to say: ‘Innit bad man, what bad man. You’re a bad man, say you’re a bad man, go on.’

The defendant is heard to reply, ‘I am a bad man’, before the footage abruptly ends.

The prosecution alleged that Mr. Digwa’s mother was later seen on video taking the 21cm blade back to the family home.

When police arrived at the scene, Mr. Digwa claimed that he had been racially abused and attacked by a ‘drunken man.’

Mr. Lobbenberg [a barrister] told the jury that the defendant offered no assistance to the dying student, instead accusing him of being a racist.

Officers initially handcuffed the injured teenager and administered first aid before he collapsed and lost consciousness.

Despite the efforts of a doctor who arrived by helicopter, Mr. Nowak was declared dead at the scene.

A post-mortem examination revealed four stab wounds, including two to the back of the legs, and a cut to the jaw.

Forensic analysis found the victim’s blood and fatty tissue on the knife, alongside DNA from Mr. Digwa’s mother on the sheath.

The court heard that in addition to the 21cm blade he was carrying, Mr. Digwa wore a smaller ceremonial kirpan around his neck.

Stabbing a victim in the back of the legs, incidentally, is called “juking,” and it is a type of tribal marking of possession often used by black attackers. It is another primitive rite now relocated to what used to be civilized countries. The Sun don’t mention this because their journalists have not been following non-white British behavior as long as I have, nor have they been as attentive to the toxicity of the non-white as I have. There is no point ranting. I know how I feel about this, but so what? The cool steel of objectivity is sharper than the blade stained with passion, in my view. But racism is a worse crime than stabbing someone to death, that’s the lesson we draw from the case of Mr. Nowak, whose name indicates an immigrant background. That is now Britain. If you are white, and still live in the UK, I would think very seriously about getting out, particularly if you have kids.

And so, while the Labour government squabble over who gets to take over the wheel of the Titanic, whites are being slaughtered by the very people that government want to replace indigenous whites with. If you think that the case I chose is cherry-picked, believe me, there are a lot of cherries. For whites, Britain is now unfit for purpose, as politicians are fond of saying about one government department or other, one for which there was almost certainly no need for in the first place. Can anyone save a dying country?

Nigel Farage is under forensic examination by the media, who are alarmed that the comfortable drama of the uniparty is coming to an end. The media had no such interest in Starmer’s past when he was elected with such a strong mandate. As far as I am aware, the only British journalists who have written about Starmer’s past as a Pabloite are Peter Hitchens and myself. Pabloism is an offshoot of Trotskyism, so effectively the British PM is a Trotskyist. This used to be the stuff of political sitcoms. Now it’s real. The transvaluation of all values. I haven’t heard Farage talk much about free speech, and I wonder how his talks with The Muslim Council of Britain (the UK equivalent of CAIR) have been going. He will certainly have been having them, and Starmer certainly does their bidding.

Before the UTK rally, Starmer banned a dozen of the speakers Robinson had invited to the event from entering the country. The phrase used is that the presence of those barred from entry to the UK is “not conducive to the public good.” It is not easy to see how the hundreds of undocumented, fighting-age (and temperament) men from Muslim countries are conducive to the public good, but there we are. This decision was obviously made at the request of the Islamic lobby. Those values again, and their transvaluation. Nietzsche just won’t leave us alone. But Starmer may have over-reached this time. Ezra Levant runs Rebel News, a citizen journalist channel, and he is suing Starmer for banning him. Similarly, Dominik Tarczyński, a Polish politician, is taking legal action, and he has a greater case as he would have been travelling to the rally on a diplomatic passport. Starmer is forever bleating about conformance to international law, so he is playing fast and loose in banning someone flying on a diplomatic ticket. It makes no difference to the message, the banned speakers will simply be relayed on big screens. Starmer is desperate now. And he still believes that by placating the media and Muslims, somehow his political career will be saved. It will not, but his toxic party will survive. First, however, they will have to kill the king.

The lineup of potential new PMs, at least according to a confidential source of mine, is not appetizing. Ed Miliband has already been leader of the Labour Party once and was a dismal failure, even with the low bar that obtains with this sham party. One of two sons of a notorious Communist, Ralph Miliband, Ed stabbed his own brother, David Miliband, in the back to get the leadership first time around, so he won’t care where he plunges the knife next. As Energy Secretary in the Starmer administration, Miliband’s net-zero policies have bankrupted businesses and increased taxes, which are already at their highest since the end of World War 2. I wrote about Miliband last year here at Counter-Currents, and if he becomes PM then the rush at the British border won’t be incoming, it will be people leaving.

Health Secretary Wes Streeting is pure Leftist technocrat material, and a homosexual to boot, so he gets brownie points for that. He resigned from the Cabinet last week, and thereby triggered a leadership contest. The apparatus of the Labour Party means that if 20% of sitting Members of Parliament (MPs) want a leadership election, and are prepared to back one candidate, then the Party is constitutionally obliged to vote either to keep the current leader or elect a new one. In the case of the current British parliament, this means 81 MPs, and Streeting, at the time of writing, easily has those. Streeting was a close friend of Peter Mandelson, the disgraced former Ambassador to the US and himself a close friend of the late (one assumes) Jeffrey Epstein.

Who’s next? Step forward Angela Rayner. Rayner is a favorite of the trade unions (who also deserted Starmer last week) as she is working-class, the very class Labour were set up to defend at the start of the last century, but have deserted and betrayed over the course of this one. Rayner is genuinely thick, and was disbarred from running for leader as she was in trouble with HMRC (His Majesty’s Revenue and Customs) over failure to pay tax on a property. As soon as Streeting opened the way to a leadership contest, the HMRC miraculously declared Rayner was no longer under investigation. This is how the British deep state works, and why I would put my money on Rayner were I in a betting shop.

Then there is the “King in the North,” Andy Burnham. An exemplary creature of the political class, Burnham is currently unable to run for PM as he is not a sitting MP, but merely a Mayor. He is intensely Muslim-friendly, but may not be able to gain a seat before the upcoming leadership contest. Streeting made his move when he made it purely because he knows that Burnham would be his major rival, had he a Parliamentary seat. This is a very tight game of cards.

It makes little or no difference which clown runs the circus, because they are only nominally in charge. Rupert Lowe is the current darling of the Right in the UK—I wrote about him at Counter-Currents here—and he made an interesting comment the other day, talking about “those who really run this country.” We on the Dissident Right are all too aware of the toxic cabal of Jews (in collusion with Islam), big business, media conglomerates, and other bad actors who are forcing the white West toward the cliff edge, and I wonder whether Lowe will start to open up about who the big bosses really are.

So, the king will soon be dead, long live the king. What will come after Starmer will be far worse, and he will be entitled to echo the words of King Louis XV as he is led to the political guillotine; “Après moi, le deluge.”