We, Unrighteous Stewards.

Confess. Please.

Almost every ship I go to now, an Englishman is complaining about ‘Muslims’.

He’s usually overfed, and complaining about everything. The food. The ship. The project.

Just, everything.

It’s exhausting.

Now, in general, I’m quite open to hearing critiques of religious practice. Comparative religion is fascinating. But, when it departs from a sort of Tom Holland-esque description of how Zoroastrian practices such as the death penalty for apostasy, or the Persian religious imperative to brush one’s teeth with a toothbrush, made it into the Islamic Hadith traditions, via the Islamic proclivity to convert slaves to Islam before setting them free, then it tends to lose it’s academic charm.

Instead, it’s the more the kind of tedious manifesto-thumping numbskullery that I used to associate with old school Marxists. And yes, Tommy Robinson’s Manifesto, has been sighted on board, proudly atop a pile of made in China possessions. Barely concealed with the paperwork of the day, in a slightly self-conscious way. The paperback spine unbroken, and the cover not even slightly curled on the edge. A totemic object of tribal identity, more than something to be read.

It’s not surprising that English boomers need something to hold onto. At least that particular type of boomer.

I wouldn’t know how to classify it specifically with a label. But it’s the kind of person who thinks that complaining is sufficient for an identity. They hate Islam and Muslims, but they can’t tell you why. They do nothing but complain about the nation state but then act like it is completely obvious why we should save it from ‘the Muslim invasion’, without even an attempt to answer that paradox. They talk about the Church, the Monarchy, Government, and the Aristocracy were nothing more than ‘bad’ things, designed to Control you.

I’m sorry, but if any generation needed a little bit more self-control, it is the one that grew up in the 1950s to the 1970s.

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No other generation in British history has ever waged such a consistent war against all received wisdom, experience or collective cohesion than the post WW2 boomers. And I’m sorry to say it, but I believe a good 75% of the political reasoning behind uncontrolled immigration stems from the collective egotistical, toddler-like entitlement of that generation as a whole.

The expectation that the ex-council house they bought for £3K in 1970, after working a summer job, should be ‘worth’ £1M today. The expectation that a woman should be able to sleep with whomever she wants without consequence or obligation. If she gets pregnant, she can expect to extract tax from working men to pay for a ‘Health’ service to kill the child, if she feels like it. If, however, she feels like not killing the child, she can also expect the state to force the husband to pay for the child, even if he knows he wasn’t the father. And that leads us to the boomers favourite hobby, no fault divorce.

Smoking, drinking, spitting, over-consuming, sex-obsessed, church-dodging, friendless, impersonal, anti-charity, self-centred, shill, shrieking, total self-indulgence. The generation that said that God and the church are a make-believe fantasy without power, yet blamed the church for every ill in society. The generation that bemoaned the military-industrial-complex, yet demanded that this very same beast take responsibility for every part of their life from cradle to grave. The generation that said believe in science, then proceeded to sacrifice all aspects of life to a 2% monetary inflation target, based on zero evidence other than a single television interview with a Kiwi politician in 1988. (Ref, The Unaccountability Machine, by Dan Davies). *(I know many of my friends and readers are technically in that age bracket. In fact, most of my friends are 20 to 35 years older than me. But I’m talking about boomerism as a mindset, rather than a marketing age bracket. In the same way I wouldn’t consider myself a Millennial, even though a marketing person might. I know my readers probably agree that their peers have let things go to shit over the past 60 years, largely out of pride and laziness).

The literal stated reason that Europe has been flooded with migrants is that the political class will be ousted if they allow house prices to come down, or the arbitrary and suspect metric we call GDP to go down a bit.

That’s why net migration into the UK has increased from about 25,000 per year when I was a kid, to a quarter million a year when I was a young adult, to over a million a year now.

If you are looking at electoral poll maps of the UK right now, and wondering why the Scottish National-Socialist SNP party is having a resurgence right now after disgracing itself almost into oblivion with woke gender-bending and pro-Hamas politics recently, it’s because the UK has imported a largely hostile, welfare-dependent population larger than the entire population of Scotland over the past 5 years.

A foreign demographic that largely votes along ethno-centric or race-based lines, rather than policy, has been imported. They outnumber the entirety of Scotland, within the UK. And people wonder why Scottish separatism might be back on the table?

Meanwhile English working-class men are beside themselves in tears, because their Arab-owned kicky-ball team, populated by Arab-bought African men, won a football game.

Not over rape gangs. Not over Covid-tyranny. Not over population replacement. Not the betrayal of King Charlie the Sausage-Handed, as he lectured to Christians about the virtues of Judaism and Islam, during the Holiest celebration of Easter, this year.

The English species, on balance, has embraced the passions of consumerism. And so, politics has become a mere consumer choice.

My entire life, I’ve heard nothing but snarky criticism of the nation state, and all of its’ institutions. And now we are surprised to find such institutions to be blind, entirely morally bankrupt, totalitarian mechanisms for social control. Without even considering that decades of accusing them of such has actually talked this into being.

Grandparents who’ve fucked off to live in Spain or Thailand, in order to live the good life, rather than sit with the grandchildren for ten minutes and tell them their family stories, are shocked when the younger generation have no love of country or family. The generation who abandoned the church, but are now indignant when empty pews give way to prayer rugs. The generation that worshipped Gaia, destroyed industry, and embraced NIMBYISM, but complains that people aren’t having children any more. Even though they’re the ones who shrunk the average size of a house in the UK to less than half of wehat it was during the great depression, while inflating the cost of one.

In 1925, 100 years ago, the average house cost £620 in the UK, and was double the square footage of a house today. The average salary was £200. Homes then took a year or two to build, and used traditional materials like brick, stone and real hardwood.

In 2025, where homes are thrown up in 6 months using sheet materials and a nail gun, using one-tenth of the skilled labour and being only half the size, you’d expect costs to be cheaper relative to income. Instead, because of artificially restricted supply of land (Town planning/zoning), monetary inflation, and artificially high demand (double income marriages, and mass immigration), the price of the average home is 8 times higher than the average income.

Britain is Communistic. We have an unelected head of state for life. While we might not outright say that the state owns ‘the means of production’, the state owns the right to control the use of land, and the right to control the price of money and borrowing. And yes, the limited liability corporation is technically national-socialist. Corporations with unlimited liability are modelled on the church, with every actor the cell of an undying body. But limited liability. That’s textbook economic fascism.

The devil is in the detail. And when we talk about the Economy, we should recognise by now that this is a euphemism for all human activity.

And, as the inimitable, lovable, but slightly annoying Rory Sutherland is fond of pointing out, we now have the absurd situation where London bankers and medical consultants are competitively bidding millions of pounds for crappy Victorian terraced houses that a postman or plumber would have occupied back when their grandparents would have been kicking around.

There’s no point in blaming politicians for this now. Nigel Farage is only going to buy you a couple of years of slow-down at best. He’s of precisely the same ilk that created this mess, and you lot down south are too in love with your comforts, and your preening self-image to do anything about it.

You’re done. You’re toast. It’s already finished.

When riot police are barely defending the Cenotaph and statues of Churchill, Wilberforce and Abraham Lincoln in Parliament Square from annual attempts (or campaigns) by Islamist and Communist groups to destroy them. When Facebook commenters routinely get harsher custodial sentences for speech offences, than illegal immigrants being convicted of violent assault and rape. When institutional racism is so deep that the Police can openly break human rights law, and refuse to recruit native English people, and arresting them for hate speech if they complain about this, while allowing Islamo-Leftists to chant for Intifada and Death to Israel, Death to the Jews, Jihad, Jihad, Jihad’ on the streets of London. I think it is safe to say that the postwar consensus is over.

With Sharia enforcers active on the streets of London, enforcing ‘Sharia Zones’, what other conclusion can we draw? With people calling for London Emirates, how we can even pretend the nation state still exists? How long before we officially acknowledge that we have already gone back to a city-state model, and allow for local authorities to provide for their own defence policies?

Why is there an unholy alliance between the ‘Left’ and the most radical Islamists, whose organisations are banned in the UAE, but protected in London?

Why so much Jew hatred? Why so much hatred for Christians and Christianity?

I don’t think it is just because the Left have imbibed the ‘Gospel of Envy’ as Churchill described Marxism. And I don’t think it is only because ‘The Jews are the perennially successful minority’ as Jordan B Peterson has said several times.

(By the way, I no longer use the term Anti-Semitic, because Arabs view themselves as a Semitic race as well. I use ‘Jew-Hatred’, to be as precise as possible. Christianity, the worship of the Judean Jesus Christ as the Jewish Messiah, being simply Judaism (i.e. universal ethics) for us non-Judeans).

It is at least those things. But also, it is a little more. Envy and pride are human universals. That is part of the reason we can all consider ourselves sinners. But in the Judeo-Christian conception of the world, both sinner and saved commit sin. The only difference is repentance.

I ask you now, what is missing from this conversation? An aspect of action as communication. A non-verbal element of human relations, that fuels envy and resentment, that I think is worth expanding on. Or, ‘unpacking’, as pretentious American twats on the internet like to say.

Confession.

I think The West, if it can be defined as anything at all, is so uniquely in trouble right now, because of its Protestant origins. And, from an Orthodox point of view, we can include the Roman Catholics as ‘protestant’ in that sense. The ‘West’ being defined almost entirely as a cultural distinction after the schism between Orthodoxy and Catholicism. The idea of Papal superiority or infallibility compared to other apostolic centres being a kind of rebellion toward earthly desire for centralised control. A kind of Babel. And the rebelliousness of Calvin and co. thereafter a mere continuation of degrees of that rebelliousness toward tradition, rather a difference of kind. One that has led to so many ‘protestantisms’. And lead to such a proliferation of understandings of the faith and the world, that we are left in a post babel confusion of tongues.

How many new-atheist arguments were actually made against a straw-man conception of God, that existed only in the minds of cartoon-like American Evangelicals?

Ironically, I think the Dawkins and Hitchens-like concept of God is far closer to the Islamist idea of God than anything else.

Anyway. I digress.

What do I mean by action as communication?

One of the reasons people hate Christians and Jews, is that deep down, we know we are all sinners. We know we are grotty, imperfect, compulsive, passion-filled, self-indulgent little ego-feeders. We know this. We laugh about it. Celebrate it. And we wallow in our ways.

When someone says they are Christian, or when they mark themselves out as different, by wearing the funny little hats, or whatever, it makes us stop.

Our gut instinct. Our natural, self-centred, ego driven response is to think, ‘Who the f*ck do you think you are?’ ‘Do you think you’re better than me’? ‘Do you think you’re better than us’?

We immediately perceive virtue, and even the attempt at virtue, as a threat to us.

Why?

Because it is a threat.

Opportunity Cost.

Western economic success has been essentially driven by the foundational works of the famous Christian ethicist Adam Smith’s exploration of the concepts of the Division of Labour, and Opportunity Cost.

Opportunity cost is sin in a nutshell. You can’t be out doing bad things, if you’re already occupied doing good things, now, can you?

From the sermon on the mount: “No servant can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. Ye cannot serve God and mammon.” Luke 16:13.

But the major sin of Protestantism, at least in our new, post-post-modernist, pseudo ex-Christian humanism, state of zero obligation but maximum self-assuredness, is the concept that being ‘Saved by Grace’ is also a consumer transaction. A contractual obligation by God, if one says the right magic words. The autistic extension of the idea that man is not ‘saved by deeds or good works alone’, taken to have the most self-indulgent possible meaning. That if only we ‘know’ the right things, or hold the ‘correct beliefs’, then that is enough.

We don’t have to ‘do’, anything.

As we now reach AI general intelligence, or super-intelligence, and the technocratic dream becomes reality. As happened yesterday, when the undemocratic WHO signed every country on earth up to the ‘Pandemic Treaty’ and doomed us all to a post-national future. As the ‘weak’, rather than the meeked, inherit the earth. Now we can see the fruits of this naïve ego-centric idealism.

The technocratic revolution is almost complete. Our aristocracy now consists entirely of ‘experts’, or ‘scientists’. People who ‘know’ they are right and prove themselves so with PowerPoint presentations and nudge-unit propaganda. Rather than warriors who have to prove they are right in combat.

Knowledge over deeds. Esoteric knowledge at that.

To quote old Clive Staples Lewis, “I believe in Christianity as I believe that the Sun has risen not only because I see it but because by it, I see everything else.”

We can see this in our everyday lives. Indeed, once you see it, you cannot un-see it.

The reason the west stills works so well as it does, in my opinion, is because of an early church tradition of peer-to-peer confession.

In fact, I believe this principle has been so deeply ingrained in western behaviour, that we actually cannot believe that other people would not confess a sin. We take it for granted. It is the supposition that underpins all of these notions of ‘high-trust’ cultures that are so fashionable recently.

But when you work in international waters, as I do, with every nationality under the sun, you will soon see that the proclivity to see confession as a strength or a virtue, is very far from a human universal.

It’s anti-thesis, the ‘face-saving’ of shame-based honour cultures, is far more likely to be the human default, in my experience.

Pride is the sin that God hates the most. Pride drives the ego. Ego feeds the need for un-earned status. Status Preservation drives the need to lie. Lies are not the way.

Normally now I would spend a day more and add some real-world examples of life at sea. But we have 8 m waves outside, and I cannot sit by the laptop any longer. I’m in Denmark again, and it’s cold. And, I’m currently dealing with someone who is painfully aware of his lack of virtue and instinctively attacking anyone who displays any aspect of virtue that he does not.

Cutting other people off before they finish their sentences. Always finding a problem with every email or meeting, so that he can adopt a position of superiority, and scold others. Never letting any small transgression slide (apart from his own). Never admitting a mistake on his side, and therefore contorting excuses to pass blame for every fault. Always, always monopolising the time and attention of others. Always having the last word. Every conversation becoming a battle for dominance. Occupying the personal space of others, contemptuously. Looking down his nose. Standing above people who are sitting. Putting items on top of other people’s possessions to mark dominance. Making fun of other people’s possessions.

All pathetically transparent, and easy enough to endure when you know that this is all ‘wee man syndrome’. The words narcissism, ADHD, toxic, borderline, gas-lighter, sociopath, psychopath and any other pathological trait are banded about the internet far too much these days. I hate it.

All of those terms that we are hearing ad nauseam online, are an abrogation of responsibility. If someone can be labelled with some material diagnosis of some personality defect, then have a mechanical impairment. A material excuse for their sins.

We need to stop thinking like that.

We all sin, all the time.

You need to stop hating on religious people who are genuinely trying to be good, and do good in this world, just because your ego can’t handle the implicit accusation that you might be doing things in your life that are sub-optimal on a moral level.

The God-Squad isn’t a finger-wagging club. It’s a support group for people trying to give up on sin. At least, what it’s supposed to be.

So, what?

What’s the point of this little rant?

Y’all need to stop.

Stop feeding the concept that politics answers anything. These national debts are a towering, $37 Trillion testimony to the fact that the past 80 years have done nothing but sacrifice the future to the present.

Since abortion was legalised in 1967, the United Kingdom has not bothered to ask for voluntary contributions to fund the state-sponsored killing of our unborn. Instead, it has ignored the conscience of anyone who objected and run up a national debt for us all to pay for the killing of our neighbours’ children, and the unborn children that they might have had. The UK has killed 9.3 million unborn babies in that time and racked up a debt of £3 Trillion.

Consent is so important. Unless it gets in the way of a Leftist’s desires.

Would your political class feel such a need to import millions of migrants every year, if they hadn’t spent the last 6 decades killing our children and destroying families with state-funded programs?

The UK had net emigration until about 1993. By 2018, the foreign-born population rose to 9.3 Million. Now, with 1 million net immigrants coming in every year, there are no official figures, and estimates are hard to come by. I don’t think that even counts illegals.

England, I beg you.

Stop.

Put down the Tommy Robinson fantasy porn. Stop moaning about the f*cking moon landings. Sober up f*cking long enough after that football match to give yourself a good long hard look in the mirror.

You weren’t supposed to live like this.

You were supposed to go the same church that your grandparents went to. You were supposed to move house next door to your kids and change your grandchildren’s nappies. You were supposed to learn your traditional stories and spend your last 20 years on this earth repeating them to anyone who will listen.

You were not supposed to spend your final decades on this planet, divorced, alone, sunburned, waking up hungover next to a Thai prostitute, or eating a ‘Full English’ on a dirty beach in Benidorm.

Stop moaning about politicians. If you don’t want those 1000-year-old stained glass windows depicting the life of Saint Alban or Saint Edmund replaced with Islamic geometric patterns, you’d best get your arse to Church once in a while. If you want your granddaughters to feel the English summer breeze on their skin, instead of being forced to wear a Burqa, you’d better stand up for the equal application of the law. And if you care for the future at all, do me one solid favour.

Admit that you made some mistakes.

The beginning of all improvement, is confession.

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