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Gay Marriage: Christian Values are Forbidden in England


Sean Gabb

Note: When I saw this, I had to rack my brains to remember when I wrote it. I then looked closer, and realised that it didn’t follow my own habits of spelling and punctuation, and it showed a certain Slavonic tinge. It’s a transcript of something I said some while ago in a Skype interview. SIG Continue reading

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Sean Gabb in The Daily Telegraph


Fancy that – I’m in The Daily Telecrap! My opinion is quoted on that man who hasn’t been convicted of any crime, but who is required to tell the police 24 hours in advance whenever he proposes to have sex with someone.
I don’t recall having been asked for my opinion, except last year by the Beeb. Mind you, it’s only what I would have said if the reporters had taken the trouble to do the job for which they are paid.
 

Report on the meeting of Stephen Lovatt and David Goodrum with the RC bishop of Northampton


Stephen Lovatt

While we were waiting to meet the bishop I read a short article in the Tablet magazine written by a young catholic woman who – in summary – argued that the path that the Catholic Church had taken from the 1960’s onwards was profoundly mistaken and that it was imperative that the Church returned to its authentic tradition, and that this is what a large proportion of those young people who had persevered in the Catholic faith (in spite of all the terrible liturgy and catechesis that demotivated them from doing so) wanted. I strongly empathised with this message, but was sad (though not surprised) to read that the only issues which this young women could identify as “worth while” in “traditional Catholicism” were what I would regard as reactionary and fundamentally unChristian attitudes towards sex, gender roles, love, procreation and marriage. Continue reading

Trans-gressing natural boundaries?


D.J. Webb

Sexuality and sexual identity ought to be both uncontroversial and private. Yet extremist campaigns on the subject of “transgender identity” are increasingly making the news in a way that is disorienting. The real numbers of “transgender” individuals are very low, and so to that extent it is really a non-issue: possibly more significant to those who value a free society is the harpy-like screeching that accompanies this discussion. “How dare you say that?” scream the Twitter brigade, in a universally applicable cry of denunciation that I wearied of some time ago. Continue reading

Harvey Proctor’s Full Statement – Very Brave


Harvey Proctor’s Full Statement

One very important point to make is that this statement has not been checked exactly with what he actually said today.

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 STATEMENT BY MR KEITH HARVEY PROCTOR 

MADE IN THE MARLBOROUGH ROOM, ST.ERMIN’S HOTEL, LONDON

NOT FOR RELEASE BEFORE 2PM ON TUESDAY 25th AUGUST 2015

    I am a private citizen. I have not held public office and I have not sought public office since May 1987. As such, I am entitled to be regarded as a private citizen. Since the General Election of 1987 I have sought a private life. I have been enjoying a full life, gainfully employed and personally happy.

This all came to an abrupt end on 4th March 2015. What now follows is a statement on my present predicament created by an unidentified person making totally untrue claims against my name. Before going any further I wish to make it clear that the genuine victims of child sexual abuse have my fullest sympathy and support and I would expect the full weight of the law to be used against anyone, be he ‘ever so high, or ever so low’, committing such odious offences. Nobody and I repeat, nobody is above the law.

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Statement on Harvey Proctor


Sean Gabb

My longest meeting with Harvey Proctor was on the last Friday in March 1982. For reasons to do with one of my dissertations, I had withdrawn to my bed in the late afternoon. At 6pm, one of the porters knocked on my door. I opened it in my pyjamas and stood blinking at him and Harvey Proctor MP.

I should explain that Mr Proctor and I both attended York University, though at different times, and that he was always most generous with his time when it came to invitations from the University of York Conservative Association. On this occasion, the Social Secretary had invited him and neglected either to tell anyone else on the committee, or to remember it herself. Mr Proctor arrived, with a speech prepared and in anticipation of a long and jolly dinner afterwards, and I was the only committee member who hadn’t gone off on a pub crawl. This was before our modern age of mobile telephones. Mr Proctor had travelled all the way from London, and had no chance to give his speech. Continue reading