The gloriously incorrect municipal stance of Herouxville in Quebec has been widely applauded on the radical right.  We have paid it too little attention.  Here, then, is a bulletin - admittedly over a week old - from immigrationwatchcanada.org which touches on all the key aspects of the case.

PRESS RELEASE

The tumultuous entry (now broadcast around the world) of Herouxville, Quebec into Canada’s immigration debate demonstrates the great divide that exists in Canada on the immigration issue.

On one side are the majority of Canadians who instictively feel something is wrong with Canada’s mass immigration policy (currently about 250,000 per year, the highest per capita in the world). On the other side are Canada’s mass immigration industry and its supporters (often described as a fifth column) who tell Canadians that mass immigration is wonderful.

The national and international uproar that Herouxville has caused is wildly out of proportion to its size. The town has a population of 1300 and is located in rural Quebec, about 150 km. northeast of Montreal. Most Canadian towns and cities of all sizes have passively accepted the historically high immigration levels that Canada’s federal government set for the country in 1990, but which it has never justified. In doing so, Herouxville is literally like David taking on Goliath.

In fact, the little town’s virtual “Declaration of the Rights of Canadians”, which bravely contradicts official multicultural policies, sounds almost like a call to revolution.

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I am indebted to Troy Southgate for putting up a link to this video, Roots, by folk-rock musicians and, it seems, English cultural heroes Show of Hands ...

As what, I suppose, might be described by our liberal friends - without much love - as a professional Englishman, my reaction to it was a curious mix of mild embarrassment and stubborn pride.  The one was a middle-class sensibility and the other something wholly Anglo-Saxon.  In fairness, this isn’t quite my usual musical stamping ground, and I’m not accustomed to hearing my own English voice shouting so unselfconsciously into the political wind (though I gather from Troy’s frequent references to such music on New Right Forum that there is a thriving sub-culture in statements of this sort).

After a couple of plays stubborness got the upper hand, I’m glad to say.  I was reminded of a moment towards the end of Tolstoy’s War and Peace, which I read thirty-five years ago, where the colours of the defeated French are ceremonially lowered before General Kutouzov, with all his Grand Army, a monument to stubborness, looking on.  I think the real event occurred after the Battle of Maloyaroslavets.  Anyway, Tolstoy has it that as the colours are lowered the company wait in silence for the words of their great chief.  None, however, come.  Instead he, well knowing the spirit of the common soldier, issues an almighty oath and turns his horse away.  The men assembled across the hillsides hear and understand, and they respond in kind with a long and faithful roar.

This crude vigour lives in our people, too.  The elegant flutterings of the intellectual lepidoptera never call it forth.  But music does, and it is here in this song.

The cartoon culture war in the Telegraph rages back and forth.

Alright, Garland’s little dishonesty could, by the charitable, be ascribed to cowardice.  How is a fellow to draw a too, too black hand holding the gun?  Oh, the agony.

But there is not an ounce of Garland’s equivocation in this, from Springs, though equivocation of a different kind may apply.  It plagiarises that celebration of the familial life of our healthy, monoracial past, the Bisto Kids.  The “Kid’s Stuff” title might help the more subtle reader towards a deeper intention: what’s gone wrong with childhood?  Answer (possibly): it’s black.  But if that’s the case the use of the generic “Housing Estate UK” after Garland’s “High Street UK” is unhelpful.  And, anyway, design by ommission, if that’s what this is, remains dangerously uncertain, and is a very long and discursive way from the old newspaper tradition of fearless free speech.  How difficult is it, really, to state the facts of black sociobiology?

One wonders, after these awful past decades of PeeCee, what political synapses inside the heads of Telegraph management still function normally.  Not many, I think.

This week’s Frontierist News is an experimental audiocast.

First of all, the law of the jungle—of Malthus—trumps everything else at some point so let’s get that out of the way.  What we’re doing in talking about Human Rights is setting up the rules of a game we play while our technologists yet have enough autonomy and let us treat Malthusian limits as “merely theoretic”.  At some point we may finally remove from technologists the autonomy and wealth necessary to push back the boundaries of Malthus but that day has not yet arrived in all its horror.

Secondly, something that is bringing that day of horror upon us faster all the time is the Nanny State theocracy—a religion favoring non-European minorities wherever Europeans are in the majority (and even where they are in the minority) thereby refusing to recognize the value of preserving the European culture that brought about technological civilization.  Indeed the theocracy hates it and is acting to destroy the European foundation of technological civilization by importing more r-strategic populations to replace population losses due to k-strategy among the creators.  So we may not have much longer to play the “human rights” game.  Malthus may get us soon.  That makes it urgent that “human rights” be redefined in such a way as to push back the Malthusian day of reckoning lest the entire game become moot.

So for contrasting analysis I’m including two alternative proposals for “A Universal Declaration of Human Rights”—one “allodial” and the other currently used by the UN to slowly destroy the territorial foundation of Europeans hence those that have demonstrated their historic capability to expand the limits to growth and delay the day of reckoning with Malthus.

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Apparently, black-on-black gun crime in “High Street UK” cannot be represented by brave, free-thinking political cartoonist, Garland.  With what sense of self-deceit and pointlessness did he sit down at his desk to sketch today’s offering in the Telegraph?

The prosecution asked for and has been rewarded with a five year sentence for Ernst Zundel, at the end of his trial in Mannheim on 14 counts of incitement.

Holocaust denier Ernst Zundel was sentenced to five years in prison by a German court Thursday.

It’s the maximum sentence the far-right activist could have received for his conviction on 14 counts of incitement. Denying the Holocaust is a crime in Germany.

The decision was cheered by Jewish groups including the Canadian Jewish Congress.

“I think that they’ve given a strong message ... to the world, that I believe will bring a tremendous amount of comfort to Holocaust survivors,” said Bernie Farber, chief executive officer of the CJC.

“I think a lot of us can take a very deep breath and move on to other things—other than thinking of Ernst Zundel anymore.”

... Prosecutor Andreas Grossmann suggested Zundel was a “political con man.”

“You might as well argue that the sun rises in the west,” Grossmann said. “But you cannot change that the Holocaust has been proven.”

One hoped with the early release of David Irving from his cell in Austria that the nadir has been reached.  Apparently not.  It is very sad.  I admire these brave men such as Zundel, Germar Rudolf, Robert Faurisson.  I do not know whether they are right in all they claim.  I do know that state oppression is a crude wheel on which to break these beautiful, difficult birds, and is to be rejected and resisted by all who call themselves decent and fair-minded men.

The global machinery of the Holocaust will probably not turn for long without some Don Quixote somewhere determining to drive a lance through the mill-race.  It will happen, eventually.

I like my cats.  I am protective of them even though they may harbor nasty brain degenerating parasites like toxoplasmosis.  That’s why I take them to the vet despite their protestations.  I don’t want to have to kill them.  I like them.  I like my cats.

Now, there are lots and lots of people running around pretending to be humans who are actually pretty much incapable of using their human neuroanatomy in their political relations.  I’m thinking specifically of the folks I have previously referred to as “The Church Ladies of Political Correctness” or “The Church Ladies of Holocaustianity”.  One might also call them the Nanny Theocrats.  Some of them are men but basically they are stuck in a parental mode toward people who really don’t want to be treated as children—other adults for just one of the more obvious examples. 

Now I don’t hate these people until they start their parental posturing.  All mammals have these parental circuits and they are quite endearing in the appropriate context.  However, even though I don’t really hate them, I do want to fix them—sort of the way I would take my cats to the vet and have them dewormed or something.  My cats object to this, and it is quite understandable that they object.  I, a human, am, after all, imposing my will upon them, as animals.  Likewise the potential humans who have lost their humanity—rather mammals stuck in a particular mode of mammalian behavior—object as I, a human, would impose my will upon them, as animals and fix them.  I really don’t want to have to put them in cages or euthanize them but there is this problem:  Many of them have control of the means by which they might themselves be fixed. 

I mean think about it for a second:

Imagine the vets’ offices were suddenly occupied and taken over by hyperintelligent cats infected with toxoplasmosis.  Moreover, they somehow had the police department trained to think it was their duty to uphold “the law” to protect their occupancy of the vet’s office and to imprison all cat owners who would so much as think “hurtful” or even “hateful” thoughts about putting their cats in a cat transporter box to carry to one of those horrible places where they stick needles in poor defenseless kittens.  If they were intelligent enough they might occupy positions in academia, media and government to the point that it might become necessary to kill the poor defenseless kitty cats along with the military industrial complex and perhaps civilization itself protecting their control of the treatment for toxoplasmosis.

During some portion of this commotion, some cat owners might lose sight of the fact that they like cats.  Some might even become “filled with hate” toward cats.  Too bad.  The cats should have stayed out of the positions of public trust and authority.