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Johnny Bowden was one of the greatest philosophers to ever live. Put some respect on his name you stupid rusky housemaid!!
Bowden was nobody but goblin cunt ! He can't touch Peter Hitchens' competence in this field but since u uneducated western cunts always get a complex about Christianity ^ as whole British and western values have been build on it ^ and it's still Jew made ^ u would never listen to real men... u r more into micropenis philosophy <3
The swing of the pendulum this election has caused means that the Tory party (I struggle to call it Conservative) is barely worth mentioning. Neither a strong opposition nor fully destroyed, it sits there like a great half-sunken wreck in an estuary, stopping other ships from passing. Is there any point trying to raise it up and make it conservative again? The fall of those few traditionalists who remained, like Jacob Rees Mogg, means that possibility is even further away, and we’ll have to see who the next leader is to get a proper look. Either way, I doubt there’ll be much on offer there.
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What course should conservatives take now that the future looks so glum?
One of the most fascinating modern intellectual personalities for me is Christopher Hitchens, but his brother Peter Hitchens (who survives him) is fascinating in his own way, with some extremely similar personality traits to those of his brother (incredibly articulate, charming in a dark, almost cold sort of way, intellect balanced with a profound moral sense that makes disgust towards those who are in opposition to his beliefs visibly radiate from his very bones) as well as similar superficial mannerisms, while at the same time in diametric opposition to his brother on seemingly almost every major intellectual issue.
I just ran into this rather stunning interview with Peter Hitchens gone horribly awry, and it's a combination of entertaining, fascinating, disturbing, and heartbreaking to see the very ugly-on-top-of-bitter side of Hitchens it displays. He is more of an enraged confrontational a-hole here than I ever saw his brother behave like (which is saying rather a lot!) and is far more irrational about it. I've never seen so many instances of the pot calling the kettle black in a single tirade. It's hard to come away from this without the feeling that this Hitchens is a profoundly unhappy person, perhaps in a way that comes from the burden of living in his brother's aggressive shadow for decades and being saddled with a general feeling of weakness in the face of it (just note how many times he utters some version of "I don't have the power" in various contexts). I don't know the man, and yet this video seems more than enough to tell me that he suffers from a profound bitterness that probably makes him toxic to quite a few of the people around him.
But the awkward, unsayable fact is that a new peace cannot now be found. After the pogrom of October 7, 2023, it must surely be obvious to even the dimmest that the “two-state solution” is just an incantation uttered by people who want to appear serious but are actually not thinking. The idea of a sovereign Arab state right next to the heart of Israel, governed by Hamas or something like it, and separated from the Jewish state by no more than a fence and a raked strip, is so absurd that it is amazing anyone suggests it. But who do the advocates of this “solution” think will govern such a state?
British journalist Peter Hitchens, in his latest article: The U.S. Should Get Out of the Israel-Palestine Game. Someone needs to pass these words onto the U.S. State Department, which is reportedly rushing to advance a Palestinian state in the aftermath of obscene Palestinian terrorism; in other words, rushing to reward the Palestinians for using extreme tactics to achieve their political goals.
“I didn’t make any jokes when the Queen died. I maintained a strict silence. . . as I tried to sneak back out of her bedroom.
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Famously, the public drew strength from the Royal family staying in London during World War Two. Presumably, they thought the Luftwaffe might hold back if there was a risk they’d bomb their own.
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Richard III in many ways set the tone for what would become the modern, British monarchy: a child-sacrificing cult of violent, ruthless ambition which the British public is happy to tolerate in exchange for a long bank holiday.
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Henry VIII is one of the few husbands Johnny Depp can feel superior to. Only England can watch a man abuse six different women and think “Maybe every school child should learn a rhyme to remember how he did it.” Henry also invented modern divorce and so it’s his fault you’re watching this at home, alone and unloved.
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Every royal coat of arms is richly symbolic. For example, before he became King, Prince Charles’ crest showed a lion mounting another lion while a horse looks patiently on. Whereas the Duke of York’s shows a lion paying twelve millions pounds to a sex-trafficked lion cub that the lion claims it never met. And from Queen Elizabeth I, today’s royals learned a valuable lesson: understand your own symbolic function. Elizabeth, in a time of conflict between Catholicism and Protestantism, understood that by presenting herself as a sort of Virgin Mary incarnate, she could dilute those tensions. And indeed, she went on to shape the worship that took place in the Anglican Church, creating a sort of Catholicism for pussies.
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Victoria had her first sight of Scotland after arriving by ship at Leith. If ever a four-foot-eleven woman with nine kids and clinical depression was going to feel at home, it was going to be in Leith.
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With conditions miserable for many Brits, Queen Victoria did the obvious and spread that misery around the world, much like a U2 tour.
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Personally, I try to deal with the injustice of the British monarchy in my own, small way; giving swans bread soaked in LSD to try and liberate them from their mental shackles.
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Conspiracy theories about the royal family being lizards disguises the fact that they’re something even worse: a slightly dim German family to whom we’ve inexplicably given billions of pounds.
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I used to be outraged by the British class system, how it destroys lives. Then I bought a ‘Live Laugh Love’ magnet for my fridge. Now it all just washes over me. The monarchy is ending. When that happens, let’s not be bitter. Let’s get out in the streets and raise a bottle to them. . . filled with petrol and a burning rag.”
PETER HITCHENS: Will our new King be dedicating his life to God, as his mother did, or to Net Zero, as he seems to want to do? How Christian
“Is the Coronation going to be a flop? It is impossible to be sure as we know so little about it, but far too many of the signs are bad. How can things go well when the official food for the occasion is a sort of vegetarian flan?
Will our new King be dedicating his life to God, as his mother did, or to Net Zero, as he seems to want to do? How Christian will the ceremony be? I am all for welcoming other faiths, but it is our Christian laws, customs, culture and civilisation which have drawn so many to come to live here. And I believe it is our Anglican settlement which creates the tolerant space in which other beliefs rightly flourish among us.
Few people realise that we are the last nation in the world to have such a ceremony. The other remaining kings and queens of Europe have low-key inaugurations, about as majestic as the induction of a new head teacher.
Ours is a ritual of memory, power, loyalty and acclaim, stretching back a thousand years into the very origins of Christian Europe. And if you read the order of service from the 1953 event, or watch the film of it, you will get a strong sense that the monarchy of the time was not ashamed to exist.
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When the Queen died last year, I was moved enough to queue for hours to see her lying-in-state. But I have never forgiven the authorities for the muffled, underpowered ceremonies surrounding her death. This was the most important death since that of Winston Churchill in 1965 – which was marked by a great triumph worthy of the Roman Empire and ending with crowds lining the railway tracks as he was carried home on a steam train to the heart of the countryside of the nation he saved.
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Well, I shall never be a Royal adviser. Charles long ago decided I was unacceptable and cancelled a meeting he had originally wanted to have with me, because his politically correct aides warned him against it. But if I had gone, I should have said to him, and say again now, that it is no use trying to please or placate the enemies of the Crown. Do what you like. Submit to taxes, embrace political correctness, wear a mask and sit alone at your own spouse’s low-key funeral, cut back on the pomp, sideline your embarrassing relatives. It will do no good.
The radicals who rule the country see all such moves as signs of weakness. And those who treasure a thousand years of majesty know that it will not last much longer if it carries on like this.”