Only Radical Reality will reunite our species in acceptance of Death’s inevitability.

The Slog returns to its roots in a bid to examine the undue influence of Godless science.

I watched a Mises Institute lecture the other day featuring Robert Malone – who isn’t David Malone’s uncle Bob, but does have the same style of expression viz, simplicity overview without ever being simplistic.

In it, he described the existential fear of death and noted correctly that “fear is the mind-killer”. Psy-Ops exist to scare people who are an unholy melange of neurosis, hypochondria, atheism, State dependency and material obsession.

In short, chattering classes scare easy. Fear gives thought dominance to the Right-Brain Hemisphere. This effectively means that the more scared you are, the more you become a slave to Doom…and the easier it is to accept totalitarian promises of “protection” in return for an unacceptable loss of Civil Rights.

Although Mussolini was the father of Fascism – the State run by a military class supplied by business technology – it was Hitler who first (along with Josef Goebbels) began to grasp how the Marxists were promising The People they would banish privilege forever and destroy the slave drivers who kept them down. Hitler focused on the Jews “a bacillus exploiting the master German Race”, insanely claiming that all of these Jews were Communists.

They were thus scared into believing utter nonsense. But ideologues generally care nothing for the consequences of their falsehoods. Eventually, unleashing the dogs of war turns frightened citizens into tooth-baring last-redoubt fanatics. When the external ‘threat’ continues to be conflated by a captive media set under the thumb of an investment community way, way above any kind of meaningful law -and itself supplying the military class with more and more armageddonesque weapons – you have an uncontrolled and vicious circle of profundly ideological Believers facing others who don’t believe.

That is America today: those who see Trump as an arch villain out to turn the US into his personal Moscow-subjugated democracy-crusher; and those who see the guy as a MAGA hero isolationist solely out to restore free speech and American values. Neither position is in any shape or form accurate, but the divide it has created would never have been tackled by biker Evel Knieval, because the guy had more sense – he knew the impossible when he saw it.

I am still where I was in 2010: a radical realist: I know better now what can’t be changed in the DNA of Homo sapiens, but I firmly refuse to join former Realists run over by nicey-nicey surreal New Normal ideas about the future. This is the point at which WEF clowns like Kier Starmer are all at sea about their aims, and why – openly here in these columns – I savaged all those who took part in the inevitable election of this powerless freak recently.

Sadly, the Slogpost I refer to has disappeared. Try to find it, and you get this:

OK, maybe you blind beggars at GCHQ and WordPress can’t find the damned thing, but I can….along with all the evidence above to show that it had a genuine hyperlink address, it had not been trashed and it was due to go out onto this wonderful thing we all have now called online Fukyoo.

The big problem for the pinched hobgoblins was that the Slogpost turned out to be 100% accurate, and illustrated why my advice – DON’T GET ENMESHED IN THIS CRAP – had indeed “elected” (what a joke) a piss-willy boneless servile Knight as a “Democratic Socialist” Prime Minister.

Ideologues care nothing for the consequences of their falsehoods. Eventually, unleashing the dogs of war turns frightened citizens into tooth-baring last-redoubt fanatics. When the external ‘threat’ continues to be conflated by a captive media set under the thumb of an investment community way way above any kind of meaningful law -and itself supplying the military class with more and more armageddonesque weapons – you have an uncontrolled and vicious circle of ideological Believers facing others who believe the diametric opposite.

Where are all the bourse Kings, judicial Vichy cowards, press hookers, neoliberal greedy-guts, photo-effect dramatists, BLMs, Pentagon/State neocons, Covid clowns, psy-op designers, rednecks, crew cut Ray Ban sporters and pharmaceutical racketeers who created this Rio Grande level of [perhaps irreversible] split between two warring factions?

They have lost their souls, they are well past caring, they have near-zero grasp of democratic freedom responsibilities….and now – facing as they do anything from Civil War to mass secession – they are nowhere to be seen. They are the circus owners who starved the lions to make a more realistic show, and then wondered why the lions ate the audience.

When UK Press ideologues like Rusbridger’s Guardian[with the connivance of Gordon Brown’s Number Ten] destroyed my original blog in 2009/10, I was fairly clear after the initial shock wore off that I was going to call any mark II blog venture The Radical Realist. But one bloke – Mark Law, a near-unique hack of principle as opposed to lack of principles – opined that it was too dense and generic.

“You are mainly,” he insisted, “a bollocks deconstructor calling out cognitive dissonance ”.

For those of you who don’t know Mark, he wrote a great book about judo called The Pyjama Game. He shared the obsession [and several bouts] with Guy Ritchie, former husband of The Mad Onna – and, bizarrely, Guy’s Dad John had been an adman colleague of mine [for whom I had huge respect] for fifteen years at London advertising agency Collett Dickenson Pearce. So within that mix, Mark and I collided. His advice was never subtle, but I grew quickly to value it. Thus at this seminal moment, my mind ran through bollocks >>> blog >>> decon and other winding roads until eventually I arrived at:

Bollockslog >> Slog >> Dissonance >> Deconstruct >> Dissident.

So the blog became

THE SLOG

A cognitive dissident

This has served me well as a positioning for over a decae, and I am eternally grateful to all of those [especially Mark Law] who were key enablers in the process of creating it.

But hindsight is a wonderful thing. The cerebral process of creating a great branding idea is incredibly complex (something I still don’t understand, and don’t want to) and The Slog’s brief history above is at best a vaguely post-rationalised lucky break.

So I am back at my roots from 2010: a radical realist. I know better now what can’t be changed in the DNA of Homo sapiens, but I firmly refuse to join former Realists run over by nicey-nicey surreal New Normal ideas about the future. This is the point at which WEF clowns like Kier Starmer are all at sea about their aims, and why I savaged all those who took part in the inevitable election of this powerless freak in the first place.

Radical because only a broadscale revolutionary rejection of the form of banking and neoliberal capitalism is going to cut it….with a huge dollop of Reality rejecting all rigid ideologies hemmed in by moth-eaten theories that have tried and failed before to convince the open-minded.

While I often enjoyed the last fifteen years of gum-shoe research to call out obvious State mendacity, being a cognitive dissident only takes one so far. Dramatic events are no longer even remotely likely to yield the truth about what really happened from Dallas in 1963 to the Butler Farm showgrounds in 2024. As one ages, those prepared to drop hints retire, die, or are themselves eliminated….so even speculation is near impossible to formulate with much degree of credibility.

Today, it’s time to face Sovereign and global issues, almost all of which come back to the Secret State’s wilful destruction of free-speech democracy via online censors, control and tracking of citizen movement, baseless climate fearmongering and thinly-disguised bioterrorism supplied by pharmaceutical racketeers, and permawar neocon diplomacy to distract from the core balls-up of our systemic First World crisis: first,the failure of bourses and banking firms to satisfy the economic dreams and aspirations of all but a tiny giga-rich minority of the populous; and second, the rigged exploitation of said bourses to benefit the depraved few rather than bring liquidity to even their own client base. As for healthy entrepreneurial capitalism and its capacity to mutually heal all socio-political wounds…..it’s a one-eyed cat peaking in a seafood store when the trash is chucked out after 7 pm.

The whole edifice is a foul, pulsating quicksand of all the wrong people in all the key jobs, all the corrupt pychos pressing all the economic development buttons for their own ends, and a banking system where intra-traded insider directionalisation is positively antithetical to the growth of wealth beyond the Inner Circle of the go-for-it financialisers.

This is as true of my own homeland as it is of our American cousins. In both countries, there is no real Opposition Party, only division and resentment among those left out by the upper suburban Chattering Classes. Keir Starmer has demonstrated in record time that he is simply the other cheek on the backside of Establishment Whitehall obsessed with dragging us back onto the EUNATO Titanic.

This will never be fixed by half-hearted keyhole surgery….nor by a Reform Party whose Leader does not see either the form of neoliberalism in vogue, the central banking system, the self-serving bourse riggers or the bloated holdings of the Blackrocks as anything much to worry about.

We do not need any more revelations about individually pervy senior players, because on the whole the subject has become like the Vietnam War in the latter 1960s US TV media: something accepted, if not acceptable. Regrettable, but no longer shocking or surprising in any way.

A reality upon which this memorable Don Maclean lyric from the Prime Time album dwells:

‘They shot him in the chest, pass the Chicken breast, the General is saying that he’s still not impressed’

It must all – every last dysfunctionally corrupted institution and those assholes who corrupted them – be swept away, and a more relevant, level playing field form of mutual capitalism adopted that doesn’t start from the braindead faith in City honesty that led to 1980s Thatcherism….any more than the 21st century diversity, LGBT, gender fantasy and quiet acceptance of mass immigration by the Loopy celebrity sector expresses anything “Real People” either accept or desire.

Soi-disant elites don’t vote for New Dawns, they merely allow degrees of controlled Opposition. They must be swept to the Four Winds and never again allowed anywhere near power. No half-measures: in the name of God you satanic gargoyles, begone.