By the Darn-Poor Rhymer
Economy is to ecology
As astronomy is to astrology.
Left is theft, and right is might, and never the twain should meet;
Yet both agree that we should suffer cameras on the street.
And both desire to tax us hard, and shrivel us with fright;
My friend, tell me the difference between the left and right.
When politics has met its doom,
Ten billion human beings will bloom.
By ilana mercer
You’re witnessing a fantastic fit of pique from Barack Hussein Obama. This American president is watching a legacy of statism, Islamism, globalism, elitism, blackism, post-Americanism, post-Christianity slip away, and he’s fighting tooth-and-nail for the ideological sludge in which he has mired America. Continue reading
Ronald Olden
Only a fiercely proud Welshman can make a statement like this, and get away with it. But Wales is not a ‘Nation’. We are ‘special’, and ‘special’ in a way which should appeal to ‘libertarians’.
Wales is a ‘Community of Communities’. It has no noticeable ‘National’ characteristic. Within the confines of our Peninsula, Wales is as culturally diverse as the rest of the UK put together. Significant proportions of Welsh people speak a language totally different from English, and even that language varies significantly, between North and South.
North, Mid and South Walian people have little or nothing in common with one another and rarely travel to each other’s regions. Some never manage to do so at all. And the Western third of Wales, whether it be North, Mid or South is very different from the Mid South and Eastern regions. Pembrokeshire, in the far West, is different again, and is sometimes referred to as ‘Little England beyond Wales’. Wales truly is a ‘Community of Communities’.
All that unites the Welsh is the fact tht we are not English, Scottish or Irish.
Wales’ lack of ‘National’ coherence arises from the fact that we never became a ‘Nation State’. We are the part of the island of Great Britain, which isn’t England or Scotland. The Welsh name for Wales is ‘Cymru’ and means ‘foreigner’ or ‘outsider’. Which is exactly what we are. We are outside England. But Continue reading
Sebastian Ortiz
I think the intellect is a kind of verbal, abstract way of thinking.
This means I don’t regard mathematics as anything but drawings whose truth all relies on two abstractions, constancy of cause and effect patterns and quantifiability of physical bodies. Continue reading
From the Traditional Britain Group
Joseph Kassendek discusses the experiences of traditionalist students in today’s liberal universities.
By Joseph Kassendek
This article is separated into two parts: the first explores my most positive experience of life as a Right-Libertarian reactionary in the first term of my studies at Royal Holloway; the other delves into useful stratagems, tips and advice on managing a right-wing lifestyle at a left-dominated modern university. Continue reading
In an earlier post on this Blog, Robert Henderson argues that technological progress will end by making us poorer and generally less secure. I disagree.
Let it be supposed: Continue reading
The Hacking Hoax
by L. Neil Smith
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Attribute to L. Neil Smith’s The Libertarian Enterprise
Okay, class, let’s get this straight, once and for all.
We have been told, mostly by a gaggle of Marxoid Democratic circus clowns, shocked, hysterical, and desperate to generate some excuse for their massive humiliation in the recent election, that their candidate, the “smartest woman in the world”, lost only because, somehow, the evil Russians cybernetically manipulated the electoral system, delivering the victory to the unthinkable, the unspeakable, the deplorable Donald J. Trump. Yeah, right. It’s important for everyone who knows that this is nonsense to speak up, before it congeals into another myth—like Albert Gore winning the popular vote in 2000 (until corruption in California and elsewhere is factored in). Russia did not “hack” the recent election, altering the outcome. Continue reading
At home in Deal, Dr Gabb, dressed in twinset and pearls, sits with Christmas tree in background.
At this time of year, few sights evoke more feelings of cheer and goodwill than the twinkling lights of a Christmas tree.
For myself, the tree behind me takes me back to the Christmas of 1993, when my wife and I had been married for nearly one year. It was our first Christmas together as a couple, and it was the first year when she cooked the traditional mushroom soup and fried carp of a Slovak Christmas feast. Continue reading
“Do we not hear the noise of the grave-diggers who are burying God? Do we not smell the divine putrefaction? —for even Gods putrefy! God is dead! God remains dead! And we have killed him! How shall we console ourselves, the most murderous of all murderers?” Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra Continue reading
