Gnasher Who?

Credit: LabourLeftVoice

I’ve had a recent spike in clicks on posts discussing Gnasher Jew. Following the trail back I discovered the aforementioned had their account taken down from Twitter, for what reason it is not clear but I’d just like to say I’m thrilled to bits over the news. If the last decade taught me anything it is patience. Oh you can call me a loon and an attention seeker but I was right wasn’t I? Britain is racist. Not just a little bit but a whole lot. The Sunday Times journalist openly admitting to secretly enjoying Prince Phillip’s racist takes, I told you that’s what they were like. I told you so. They are beneath contempt, exemplifying mediocrity, these people can only elevate themselves by denigrating others. They are nothing if they do not constantly remind themselves they are white.

Gnasher Jew is a white supremacist fascist. His supporters look and sound exactly like him. The Jewish community is being herded into a corner, by its own representatives, polarised from the rest of Britain’s minorities who have looked on in disbelief. Labour’s antisemitism effectively ended socialism but a recent report into institutional racism against black people found there were no concerns! Like, fuck right off.

To the Chaim clown and the other jembles leaking pre-cum for Gnasher’s return, spaff us a fucking river. You can call me an antisemite all you like, I’m not bothered. You have made the word meaningless, hurting the Jewish community far more than any outsider. I don’t believe in borders or states, I don’t think Israelis have any special claim to any land that trumps the rights of any other group. I don’t fly the flag for Palestine either, borders don’t make any more sense to me if created by people who look like me. This earth was meant for us all. I do however suggest Britain and other white supremacists are examined for their role in the creation of Israel as a western entity in the middle east. I’d really like to understand where they were going with that. Especially since they fucked my homeland in a similar fashion.

Fuck men and their pathetic attempts to usurp, occupy, possess, or destroy if they don’t get their own way. I’ve been feeling quite intensely recently we are here to prove the human race is worthy and on this count we have failed spectacularly.

The Pollards and Colliers of this world have ensured it, being the sewer rats they are.


He truly epitomised British culture (a truly odious culture that should be relegated to the history books as a stain on all humanity).

“You are a woman, aren’t you?” To a Kenyan woman in 1984.

“If you stay here much longer you’ll all be slitty eyed” to British exchange students living in Xian in 1986.

Mandatory Credit: Photo by Sipa Press/REX/Shutterstock (128743b) Prince Philip TOASTING QUEEN ELIZABETH II TOUR OF CHINA – 1986

“You managed not to get eaten then?” the Prince asked a British student who had been trekking in Papua New Guinea, in 1998.

“Deaf? If you’re near there, no wonder you are deaf,” he told a group of deaf school children, who were nearby a Caribbean steel drum band in 2000.

“Do you still throw spears at each other?” he asked a group of Indigenous Australians in 2002, while on a visit to Australia with the Queen.

“You look like you’re ready for bed!” he told the President of Nigeria in 2003, who was dressed in traditional robes.

“The Philippines must be half-empty — you’re all here running the NHS,” he told nurses at Luton and Dunstable Hospital in 2013.

“It looks as if it was put in by an Indian.” Commenting on a dodgy fuse box at a factory in Scotland.

“I meant to say cowboys. I just got my cowboys and Indians mixed up.” Clarifying his earlier remarks about the fuse box.

“Everybody was saying we must have more leisure. Now they are complaining they are unemployed.” About the Thatcher era recession in Britain.

“When a man opens a car door for his wife, it’s either a new car or a new wife.” (on marriage)

At a project to protect turtle doves in Anguilla in 1965, he said: “Cats kill far more birds than men. Why don’t you have a slogan: ‘Kill a cat and save a bird?’”

To multi-ethnic Britain’s Got Talent 2009 winners Diversity: “Are you all one family?”

To a woman solicitor, 1987: “I thought it was against the law for a woman to solicit.”

After Dunblane massacre, 1996: “If a cricketer suddenly decided to go into a school and batter a lot of people to death with a cricket bat, are you going to ban cricket bats?”

To the Scottish WI in 1961: “British women can’t cook.”

To then Paraguay dictator General Stroessner: “It’s a pleasure to be in a country that isn’t ruled by its people.”

On Ethiopian art, 1965: “It looks like the kind of thing my daughter would bring back from school art lessons.”

To a fashion writer in 1993: “You’re not wearing mink knickers, are you?”

“I’d like to go to Russia very much – although the bastards murdered half my family.” 1967.

(Shame they didn’t finish the job)

“You have mosquitoes. I have the Press.” To matron of Caribbean hospital, 1966.

At Duke of Edinburgh Awards scheme, 2006. “Young people are the same as they always were. Just as ignorant.”

To black politician Lord Taylor of Warwick, 1999: “And what exotic part of the world do you come from?”

After hearing President Obama had had breakfast with leaders of the UK, China and Russia, 2010: “Can you tell the difference between them?”

I’m glad he’s dead, aren’t you?

Don’t forget his sisters were married to actual Nazis.

And he married his cousin, the cradle grabbing inbreeder.

(Source: British press and Google)

On Institutional Racism

Those who would deny victims of racism their lived experiences, who would deny racism even exists, are in fact racists and you shouldn’t listen to them.

What Would Mohammed Do?

Protests against showing depictions of the prophet Mohammed have always scared me. Partly because no one ever acknowledges the role of the provocateur who is never well intentioned, and nearly always white, but also because the reactionaries who would fight against it are scary looking af. There is no right side, only two very wrong ones, and I don’t like problems where there are no solutions.

I think it’s safe to say this late in the day Muslims do not recreate the image of their prophet and have asked for others to respect this so anyone choosing to ignore this fact is actively fanning the flames for conflict. They KNOW what will happen if they do this, they KNOW. There is no innocent mistake. You can’t poke the lion then cry when it bites your hand off. Conversely there shouldn’t be anything that is so sacred, men are willing to kill for it.

The prophet did not want his image reproduced. This was not because it was too holy for our eyes, and not because we are incapable of capturing his holy essence in all its glory but because Mohammed was telling us, just like others before him, it was not about him but the one true God. He knew if men held him above all others, as they had done previously with Jesus and Moses etc, they would soon sort themselves into the deserving and undeserving, the rich and poor, God’s children and not God’s children.

From the beginning of time God sent his messengers to appeal to the most corrupt tribe of each era, to change their ways and worship God and creation. In Islam we acknowledge 124000 prophets, among them even Krishna, because it wasn’t Hinduism at the point of conception, it became that when men streamlined it to the specifications of their tribe. Each time the messenger was exalted above even God so each time the message was tweaked a little to acknowledge mankind’s most recent fucks ups, but new religions only seem to ruffle the last one’s feathers, by insisting they got it wrong so someone must set it right.

For all its good intentions religion has divided people instead of unifying them. Religion is very much tied into nationality and skin colour, those other identifying features that give you access to very little or a lot. All religions have failed to do what they set out to at the start, to level the playing field for all God’s children, to do away with greed and corruption and love one another as He does, and to humble oneself in sight of it all.

What would Mohammed do? I don’t think he’d bother himself with something so petty, he’d rise above it being a bigger man than most. He’d probably remind you there’s no difference between the prophets, there is only one God, and his messengers were merely men. He’d probably balk at the notion you were fighting in his name.

My problem with religion has always been the way people use it to explain away their shortcomings, how eager people are to follow than they are to make their own decisions and stand by the consequences. Easy enough to blame your religious rep for all the ways you failed to grow than it is to admit you were just too lazy or ignorant to care.

In this upside down world where Muslim men suddenly find the time to protest an attention seeking up to no good shill for the white supremacist establishment I question their absence in other arenas. Where were they when Muslim women were being attacked in the streets and caricaturised in the mainstream press? Why was there not an impromptu rally then? Where are these people for the Black Lives Matters movement? Black people are Muslims too. It seems oh so easy to show up guns a-blazing in protest of a non issue, that has been weaponised to show the world Muslims are intolerant and incapable of criticism, than it is to really think about your place in the world and the impact you have on those around you. You are here to make the world a better place not to create conflict where there need not be, especially in a country that is foreign to your customs, you are not supposed to draw attention to yourself. Where is your modesty?

It is high time Muslims evolved to a place where they are impervious to the childish tactics of their oppressors. It is no coincidence this story broke now, at a time when the British public is on the brink of a class war the establishment draws our focus to the ‘real problem’ and just like that, we’re back to square one, fighting each other instead of them.

Be better, brothers.

“Our Men”

There was a time I thought white women were special. I’d watch them sashay past, brimming with confidence, talking loudly to their friends with an entitlement that said they owned that space. I’d tried to be that confident, that loud, and I’d been labelled aggressive, so it was always interesting to me, the way they filled the room. The ladette culture of the 90s gave birth to it and as a teenager, perhaps because people expect you to be loud and entitled, I got away with it. That was when I still believed I was as British as post office queues, and that I had a right to be proud of it. Clearly my grasp of history was nonexistent at that point but 9/11 forced me to find out.

I was a runaway back then, sick of the punitive patriarchy I’d been dragged up under. I had no male role models even though I lived in a house with my entire extended family. I suddenly found myself in a world where I was definitely not British but an other, without protection or recourse to justice. We all knew it was going to get a lot worse and had no choice but to watch on in horror, when even some of our own ‘friends’ disowned our brown asses. Still, I resolved it was better to nod politely whenever white people went on about Muslims, after all my own experiences confirmed the stereotypes, I wasn’t allowed a life outside of my home, I’d run away because I was afraid I would be forced into a marriage. I’d been violently abused, even as a small child and witnessed firsthand the fractured interactions between the men and women in my family, knowing them to be wrong, wrongly assuming that it was my race or religion or even the geographical origins of my bloodline that made them this way. It was another 20 years before I could sit comfortably in the truth and forgive my forefathers as the heirs to a legacy that is so gut-wrenching I can do nothing but offer them grace.

When the British took India, it wasn’t just her resources they plundered, they sought to divide and conquer us; they changed our laws, our languages, they created a system of deserving and undeserving, pitting higher caste Hindus against the rest. In these upper caste Hindus, Britain found shared values, the belief for e.g that some people are born inherently superior to others. For the British this meant white supremacy, and for the Brahmins, a superior (aryan) caste on par with the Gods, who could even dictate what people ate, depending on the circumstances of their birth.

The British decreed that all women apart from married upper caste Hindus were to be thought of as whores. So Muslim women, Dalit women, widows, servants, field workers, all whores. Growing up it angered me to learn we used the same word for whore and widow in my mother tongue. What an absolute injustice, to lose your partner, breadwinner, father of your children, only to be labelled a temptress of sorts, who is there for the taking. My great grandfather was reputed to have many wives and when I balked at this I was corrected, he only ever married women who were widowed by the British, so that they were not fair game. I had felt repulsed by tales of this man, who had murdered my great grandmother for her outspokeness, when in fact he was a product of the systematic dehumanisation of “our women” by colonial oppressors who loved to humiliate them. In fact, I believe he may even have been birthed by a “fallen woman” and this might explain why he was such a tyrant.

In Mughal India sex workers (courtesans/tawaif/nautch girls) were revered. They were often learned women, known for reciting poetry and performing traditional dances. They were castigated for this by invading Christians who were charged by the one true God to rid the earth of wild unbelievers, and it goes some way to explain why many, to this day, do not fight back, believing instead they deserved to be dehumanised by their colonisers (who wouldn’t have won without God’s endorsement). I would suggest that they have not been looking closely enough at our oppressors, and if they weren’t embarrassed so easily they might google “adult babies” or “family sex” or even “bestiality” to prove God did not punish us for being exclusively depraved. Surely if the Mughal’s sexual appetites contributed to their downfall, the West is due an almighty reckoning? God might not actually have approved at all, rather He gave them the rope with which to hang themselves with.

Comparatively white women at the height of the empire were kept hidden away, if not behind closed doors then swathes of fabric draped over whale bone so as to disguise their God given curves. Like dollies, primped and preened within an inch of their very lives, restricted by more whale bone so their lungs could never fully inflate, thus ensuring they never spoke out of turn or loud enough for anyone to register. Whilst they placed their wives and mothers on a pedestal reserved for virgins and martyrs, they secretly visited harlots, contracting and spreading venereal diseases, as observed in William Blake’s London.

“But most thro’ midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlots curse
Blasts the new-born Infants tear
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse”

Such a stark contrast, how Britain saw itself on the world stage, compared to the reality, as observed by one of its own. The temerity to suggest violence inflicted by white supremacists had a civilising effect, that the sins committed by fanatical proselytising Christians were justified (who no doubt believed they could convert the savages by raping them with their magic penises) is so far beyond the realms of taste and decency, I get a little angry with my ancestors for actually buying into it.

What little evidence there is of Britain’s historic gendered violence against Muslim women of Mughal descent paints a grim picture, for my female ancestors suffered the kind of cruelty and humiliation neither side wanted to document, as shameful as it was, better to just brush it all under the carpet, and let the men on both sides hold on to their sense of pride and honour. This is never more apparent to me than in the story of 13 year old noblewoman (child) Khairunnisa, alleged to have fallen head over heels in love with the grey haired James Achilles Kirkpatrick, a man old enough to be her father, and to actually become pregnant by him out of wedlock, then married to him as a suitable alternative to an abortion, arranged by her own grandmother at the last minute (who was no doubt attempting to save face in light of the scandal). It’s been ridiculously easy for historians on both sides to promote the forbidden love angle, as they have done on all other continents wherever white men have lusted after young native girls, taken against their will, unable to meaningfully consent even if they had been of age because they are subjugated by invading colonisers.

From Sally Hemmings to Pocahontas, the empire continues to romanticise paedophilic interactions between brown and black children and much older white men. Our men stand by and let them because the truth is even more disturbing, that white men used “their women” whilst they were helpless to do anything about it. They couldn’t protect us then, and it was perhaps because we were so cultured and outspoken, our visibility, that ensured we would become a target for predatory colonisers. The Mughal’s zenana, or harem, were renowned for their influence in the royal court. Our women were exceptionally forthright.

Our men couldn’t save us then, but they could prevent history from repeating itself by learning where they went wrong.. You cannot desire that which you cannot see.. and so like marauding Christians before them, our men buried us under rolls of fabric, to appease God so that we might be afforded his grace too, as white women were (because they knew their place). However, as Britain reaped the benefits of all the wealth they looted, and learning became accessible to all, white women began to shake themselves free from all their petticoats and corsetry. Suddenly it was a mark of freedom, to frolic uninhibited in your birthday suit. They did seem free to me, as a child, before I came to understand we are never free in a patriarchy, whatever we wear.

Former home secretary Jack Straw once said that white girls were seen as ‘easy meat’ by Pakistani men, that they were a target because Pakistani heritage girls were off limits.. a wholly untrue statement given that sex offender’s primary victims are often their own wives, mothers, daughters, and in making such a statement, he denied these victims but also failed to mention these groomers, who often operate in gangs, were enacting some kind of revenge for the very specific ways in which they were oppressed for hundreds of years. This tit for tat gets no mention anywhere, how women are victimised by men on both sides, our protectors become oppressors, because they cannot protect us without oppressing us.

The British empire sought to sever the ties that bind black and brown men and women so that they are the most exalted, no competition. Growing up I vowed I would never marry into my culture, I wasn’t attracted at all to men from ‘back home’ whom I believed were just after my passport, and the boys here desired virgins from back home. I observed similar estrangements in other people of colour’s relationships, how white supremacists inflicted slavery on African Americans and sought to destroy the bonds in their families, how this was perpetrated in Native American and Aboriginal populations too. In fact wherever the British went they shat all over the family model, splintering families, scattering them all over the world, ripping up sacred contracts to protect and nurture and replacing them with personality disorders, meanwhile they skip off together into the sunset with their cereal box set up and right to family life because they do things the right way.

How sad that they can only thrive if everyone else is suffering? It leads me to question where we’d be if they hadn’t spent the last 500 years systematically disjointing every aspect of our civilisations, if our contributions hadn’t been erased, if we’d been prepared for the invasion or even just gave them a taste of their own medicine once in a while, to even the footing so that we might for once raise our heads above the parapet without being scalped for it.

Perhaps we women, those of us colonised, are best placed to change the dynamic. Almost 10 years ago, the Tories began a campaign of dehumanisation, creating an hostile environment for all those who might be considered outsiders, sending border officials into our communities to menace minority groups into submission whilst also fanning the flames of white nationalism in the far right press resulting in broad daylight attacks on women of colour, particularly those in Islamic dress or a beige skin tone. I too was racially abused on a bus and spent a number of years dodging nazis on the internet and in real life. It is apparent to me that whenever white supremacist Britain feels under threat it attacks those it perceives to be the most vulnerable, the women, the children, and this somehow renders entire communities to their knees. Of course as immigrants we cannot put a foot wrong, we cannot defend ourselves, that would be an incendiary act. We cannot look to “our men” for protection because it is so fraught with danger, their egos haven’t recovered.

Perhaps this is where their rehabilitation begins, to teach them they cannot please God by acting like their oppressors, that they cannot take back their power by denying it to others.

White feminists, *now* will you listen?

(I first asked this question in 2012)

In the days since the news broke that a serving police officer was allegedly responsible for the disappearance and murder of a young woman, the world witnessed unprecedented scenes of outrage and righteous condemnation of the police. The cops responded by clamping down on peaceful vigils for Sarah Everard, throwing women to the floor and amping up the palpable tension around a protest against one of theirs. These people are charged with the duty to serve and protect and rather than listen the coppers doubled down.

Met Commissioner Dame Cressida Dick went the way of the tories, absolutely refusing to resign even though she’s really shit at her job. Extra judicial killings (Jean Charles de Menezes) notwithstanding, she has defended racist policies and continues to fuck up in the full beam of the public spotlight, yet she’s always around to fuck up another day. The honours system is code for those in possession of the nastiest secrets, who can be bought and sold so long as they do the bidding of the ghouls up top.

It doesn’t seem as though this will lose its momentum, a corner has been turned and people who actually have the power to affect change are rattled. It is as if their eyes have been opened for the very first time and there can be no turning back. Of course my first thought was “hallelujah, finally” but that quickly turned into resentment and bitterness. When the police brutalised antifa activists at our counter protests against fascists as far back as 2014, the liberal white feminist reasoned we probably deserved it and labelled our section of the left as bad as the far right with their horse shoe theory. Nobody defended our right to protest, kettles were deemed within the remit of the police doing their jobs effectively and threats to purchase water cannons and rubber bullets barely elicited a response from the mainstream. They didn’t care if the cops were racist, that wasn’t the battle where feminism was concerned, even though many British women have to navigate rainy fascist island on a daily basis.

They came for us and feminists said we probably deserved it.

For as long as the police protected white middle class people, the white mainstream, feminists an’ all were happy to look the other way. It took for someone who looks like them for them to sit up and react. That fear and paranoia that reverberated all through the land is the norm for women of colour from the minute we are born. We can be menaced by racists and rapists alike and we can’t ever report it to the police because they do not give a shit. It is unbearable and sometimes you feel like you cannot breathe, heck give it a few decades and you might develop a stomach ulcer just like I did. We were pre-emptively arrested and held without due cause or process but there were no protests against these serious miscarriages of justice. The cops didn’t feel so empowered overnight, to treat otherwise decent law abiding citizens like criminals, the change has been incremental, every time the masses stayed silent and enabled the shift to the right, because real socialism was such a scary prospect for self serving bigots.

Pastor Niemoller was onto something with his passage on solidarity. Sadly, the British people might have learnt this lesson a little too late.

Who will protect us from the police? RIP Sarah Everard

Avoiding the news as I have been this year, I missed the early part of the investigations into the disappearance of Sarah Everard. I was prompted to go look after I published a new comment on an old post – Would you report your rape to the police?

In 2014 Det Sgt Matt Swash was arrested on suspicion of sexual assault and misconduct in a public office. If I hadn’t been so busy trying to get my local plod to acknowledge threats from nazis to rape and kill me at the time, I might have followed these investigations up. Not that I would have gotten very far, I’m not the sort of citizen they serve and protect, whether housing or policing the state pushed back whenever I tried to assert my taxpayer rights over the course of the past decade. From unchecking a box on my council tax account so that I was hounded by bailiffs for an amount I legally did not have to pay to threats from anonymous cops on the internet, I have barely had the strength to do the work I was put here to do. It was designed this way, the patriarchal white supremacist state, to maintain power especially in the face of flagrant injustice.

A quick google reveals that Swash was given a 2 month suspended sentence with no further action taken regarding ELEVEN counts of sexual assault and 2 counts of misconduct in a public office, almost 2 years after the investigation began, suspended on full pay for the duration. In August of the same year he was dismissed from the police force. There is no further information regarding his next steps or whereabouts. I had assumed from the comment Swash was still in a position of power but I cannot find evidence for this online. What did “Donna” mean?

Could it be that the Metropolitan police have had their hand forced to due diligence in cases where they know they have been lenient? The perpetrator Wayne Couzens had been reported for indecent exposure yet was allowed to continue in his role as a police officer. If the authorities had responded appropriately Couzens may never have had the opportunity to kill only days after he had already committed a serious crime. Or is Donna a victim, alerting me to the possibility Swash is still offending and fearing the worst for his potential victims?

This isn’t the first time I have personally witnessed police failings which led to an even worse crime. I had tried to make a particular cop shop accountable for serious breaches of confidentiality once, that led to grievous bodily harm against a client but I was subdued with the notion that we had worked so hard to get where we were with them, we didn’t want to rock the boat. In fact this attitude was prevalent in all our interactions with the police force, to be grateful for their involvement, because it wasn’t so long ago they dismissed violence against women as “a domestic” and the purview of man and his wife (property), and simply none of their business.

As I’ve said before it always struck me as odd to expect respect and mutual aid from those who actively engage in toxic masculinity but that’s the paradox of justice in a patriarchal white supremacist state that gives the impression it is anything but.

Be vigilant in all your dealings with the state mafia, you might assume just like I did once, and perhaps Sarah Everard did too, that the cops are the good guys, policing by consent, winning hearts and minds but even their boss, Commissioner DAME Cressida Dick rose to power despite her involvement in the unlawful (and immoral) killing of Jean Charles de Menezez.

The state rewards its actors despite their prolific miscarriages of justice and we the people suffer.

The War of The Posers

The palace has finally spoken, after a day of silence (marking the end of the institution as we knew it?) following the Oprah interview. Whilst I have not seen the footage (I’d rather de-fluff my navel) I have read about it and followed the various rebuttals and childish meltdowns (looking at you Piers) on television and in print media. Predictably racism was a prominent feature, and it is perhaps the most concerning allegation for the palace, given that the queen only days ago appealed to the commonwealth for friendship and unity. As I highlighted in a previous post it’s not like the royal family doesn’t have form for encouraging racial divisions. From hosting a state banquet for Trump at the height of his crimes against humanity (ignoring protests from the British tax payer) to accommodating Princess Michael of Kent in her Blackamoor brooch, these brazen acts from white supremacists are the tip of a very white iceberg.

If race issues are so concerning for the palace, Prince Philip could publicly apologise for every last racist thing he has ever said, instead of having it laughed off by the media as the ramblings of an ancient relic. He’s from a bygone era and apparently that makes it ok, except there were non racist even abolitionists of white supremacy back then too. It’s just so easy to excuse racist old white people, and the royal family are by no means alone. If I had to guess who was responsible for the comments regarding Archie’s skin tone, I’d nominate Charles, Camilla and Philip. The queen knows better than to bite the hand that feeds her, even if she might inwardly believe in her own superiority but the others give off an air of entitlement they can’t switch off.

Did the palace condemn Danny Baker when he made comparisons between a chimp and the newborn Archie? I’m presuming no or else I would have heard about it 10 million times. Did they bother to condemn nazi styled forums after the Sonnenkrieg Division was found to have threatened terror attacks against Harry for marrying his bride? All it would have taken was a vehement statement admonishing those responsible, with a zero tolerance approach for copycats and they would have nipped it in the bud, but white supremacists are like the royal family’s sleeping agents. They’re lying in wait for optimal conditions, as we have seen over the past 10 years under Tory rule. Plus they have been a valuable asset to the state and crown, targeting all those who would speak out, myself included. To condemn them would only make the royal family a target, for betraying their most loyal of subjects.

What is truly laughable though are the reactions from royal courtiers like Zac Goldsmith and Justice Secretary Robert Buckland. To explain why they have reacted so emotionally, we need to understand a little of the British establishment’s history and how it rose to power. Most of Britain’s wealth and power was usurped from the Mughal rulers of India, after a familial dispute was exploited (a lowlier wife had high hopes for her spawn over the rest and employed the British to act on her part). Royalists are bricking it because the signs are suggesting their empire is at crumbling point and they are feeling under threat, and lashing back like injured animals.

The damage has already been done.

“A great civilisation is not conquered from without until it has destroyed itself from within.”

‘Twas ever thus.

(Since publishing this post I have discovered Piers Morgan has left his post at GMB! The tides are truly turning.)

Will the Pope and/or Vatican ever denounce white supremacy?

It’s one thing denouncing extremism among Muslims, between Sunnis and Shias, and against the Christian minority of Iraq but what of the Catholic church’s involvement in the construction, maintenance and corruption of white supremacy across the world..?

#JustSaying #PointFingers3PointBack

Royal Bore

This isn’t the usual kind of post, I can barely muster a fuck these days but I can’t let such a major glitch in the matrix go without a mention.

South Asian families are often shamed for the way you marry the family, not the person and how manipulative these patriarchal structures can be. Elders feign the onset of a heart attack if all else fails, and the deceitfulness and drama add to the stereotype white people have of our communities, as being highly emotional and irrational. I cannot have been the only one to draw a comparison yet again between the Asian diaspora and the British royal family. Loathe as I am to give them any attention, you can hardly bloody avoid them these days. All other news seems to have evaporated as I find myself increasingly feeling like I am an audience member in a Shrek sequel, forced to join in because I am just a drawing in someone else’s narrative. It’s fucking unsettling but what choice do we have?

The palace has tried to manipulate the outlaws Harry and Meghan into delaying their Oprah interview. I don’t know where they are as of this moment (I have been enthusiastically avoiding technology since I read about it a couple of days ago) but what a farce.

FWIW I think Prince Philip died a very long time ago but they embalmed him and just roll him out whenever they want to appeal to ~certain~ sections of the British population, IYKWIM. What better way to make the wayward woke contingent of The Family squirm than pit them against HRH the (Greek cousin fudging) fascist Phil and let the Great British public decide? Cos that’s always gone so well in the past.

If they decide to finally announce his death you can bet it’ll all be Meghan’s fault. Just like everything else. For this reason alone they should ignore all the ‘pleas’ and not pander to any threats.