Oh, the tragedy
You cannot, you just cannot, go to Guido’s comment thread on this post, and not cry at the sadness and sorrow of people, at what has been done by the Enemy Class. Look up in particular, Blake’s7, and caesars wife, also Alan Barnes, and the replies to these people, who I believe are honest, and not Enemy-Class-Plant-posters implanted to make us feel happy.
Sean Gabb is great, Sean Gabb is merciful. The last weekend just gone, we had long discussions about what ought to be done about the Enemy Class. Sean thinks there ought to be an event of “Truth and Reconciliation”. If in his eyes the Enemy Class publicly apologised, individually all, for what they had done, and what money they had shysted, he’d let them go.
Sorry. I would not. Everything they have destroyed, and everything they have taken, will have to be fixed. By them. With their labour, and their personal money and that of their families, to extend the full knowledge and horror, of what they have done, to more people who thought that they loved them, and who depended on them (or thought that they did, and who thought they were honourable public servants.)
And I’m not even sure I would stop there….no, I wont:-
…Our precious things which meant nothing to them and everything to us – our totally meaningless and totally fun local traditions which contravened “health and safety”, our FISH (OUR fish, OUR fish to hunt or farm as we decided, not anybody else’s) , OUR duodecimal money, our REAL money, our sovereignty, our _unarmed_ Police, OUR local slaughterhouses, OUR privacy not theirs to give and take away, OUR museums (such as the Maritime, and the Imperial Museum of Science and Industry) which reflected our and the right view of our history, in the way WE wanted them to do – the IMSI in the 50s had a _coal mine_ in the basement: now it has coloured plastic balls and waterslides…) And more besides that you can all name.
All these things fostered a culture of critical liberalism, inimical utterly to the Enemy Class of GramscoFabiaNazis.
I am an old, old man, and I want these back in place, for the future and for the children, before I die.