Never mind Muslim rape gangs, sir
What was that Tweet all about?
Soon, we will be needing all our jails for political prisoners.
Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange
I’ve seen this happen in other people’s lives.
Now it’s happening in mine.
Morrissey, That Joke isn’t Funny Anymore
In 2016, the British police arrested approximately nine people a day for ‘online hate speech’. Of course, craven Socialist lickspittles that the modern police are in the Disunited Kingdom, they did not volunteer this shocking statistic themselves. Instead, The Times of London indulged in some genuine investigative journalism and obtained the figures via a Freedom of Information request. The figure is likely to be higher, as 13 constabularies failed to provide any data, and a further two volunteered data which was unusable.
It is difficult to say exactly when my home country became the Soviet Union 2.0. I recall devouring the works of, and a biography of, Alexander Solzhenitsyn some seven or eight years ago, and being appalled at the central thematic of rigorous Soviet policing of speech and, by extension, thought. I didn’t realise that, within a decade, Britain would be doing the same thing.
And it is not simply hate speech. Wiltshire Constabulary, a few months ago on Twitter, issued a Tweet stating that anyone ‘spewing hate speech’ from ‘behind a computer screen’ would be feeling the full force of the law. They also wrote that ‘your’ going to be arrested should you do such a thing. Of course, hordes of Twitter users ridiculed the ignorance of a police force that could not spell. I took a slightly different tack, directly messaging Wiltshire’s finest to point out that no one was likely to be spewing hate, or indeed anything else, from ‘behind’ a computer screen, it being generally approved practice to sit in front of said screen. Then the chilling thing happened.
Wiltshire police announced their intention of going after the people who ridiculed them. Any of you who are familiar with Milan Kundera’s 1967 novel The Joke – which concerns a man sent to the gulag for making a witticism about Stalin on a postcard – will also be acquainted with the escalating tension Kundera conjures in that book as things become increasingly serious for the jocular dissident. Now, if you are unfortunate enough to be reading this on Albion’s shores, the plot of The Joke is coming to a police station near you.
This state fascism is not, of course, confined to blighted Blighty. To give just one example from hundreds across Europe, a German man called, I believe, Sturzenberger or similar, was recently handed a six-month suspended prison sentence for a Facebook post showing this photograph.
The photo is not doctored, and shows a meeting during World War 2 between a high-ranking Nazi officer and the Grand Mufti of Islam, J’lem Haj Amin al-Husseini. The Mufti was offered leadership of Palestine, just as soon as Hitler’s National Socialists were done slaughtering all the Jews there. And so the posting of a photograph showing an actual historical event leads to a deferred custodial sentence. Of course, with the introduction of Islam, and returning to the UK, the motives of the British police become a little more sharply focused.
For it not simply ‘hate speech’ – an absurdly undefined term – which is being hunted down, but hate speech towards favoured minorities, a list at the head of which Muslims replaced blacks some time ago. There are countless examples of social media comments aimed at white men, and these will doubtless remain uninvestigated. But let us examine, as we always must in these treacherous times, the Islamic angle.
Creeping shariah compliancy is now so blatant in the UK it scarcely needs introduction. In the case of online speech, however, a brief reading of the 2003 Communications Act, section 127, will repay inspection.
The act makes it illegal to ‘cause annoyance, inconvenience or needless anxiety’ to an individual or individuals. This fantastically vague set of criteria only begins to make sense when we pay attention to libel and slander, and their respective legal definitions in both the dar al-harb and the dar al-Islam, the kufr house of war and the Muslim world.
British law clearly defines slander as a demonstrably untrue statement concerning someone or something – a legal entity such as a company, for example – made in such a way as to damage the reputation of the plaintiff. Once we move to the Islamic definition, however, things become clearer with reference to the Communications Act of 2003.
In shariah law, the word for slander is ghiba. It means to say anything at all about a person that that person does not like. Let us note two points.
Firstly, this exchange of objectivity – represented by British slander laws – for subjectivity – represented by Islamic law – is entirely in keeping with a concomitant epistemology common to the British and European political Left.
Secondly, the Islamic definition of slander is mandated by no less a figure than Mohammed himself. From the Koran or, if you work for the BBC, the Holy Koran;
‘Do you know what slander is? It is to mention of your brother that which he would dislike.” Someone asked, “What if he is as I say?” And he replied, “If he is as you say, you have slandered him, and if not, you have calumniated him”.’ (Emphasis mine).
This verse is unlikely to be abrogated any time soon, abrogation being the Islamic refinement of Koranic verses to better suit whatever it is that Mohammedans want this week.
A qualifiable legal definition used by a civilised country versus a vague and subjective confection used by savages. Which do you think is winning? I refer you back to section 127 of the 2003 Communications Act.
On a related subject, if you live in the UK, your Home Secretary is a creature called Amber Rudd. Although hr name sounds like a colour an artist might use, she is no oil painting, either on the outside or, like Dorian Gray, on the inside. The only positive thing that can be said about Rudd is that she is not her opposite number on the Labour benches, the stupid, disgusting, racist, innumerate swamp creature Diane Abbott.
Rudd has just announced that she intends to introduce a law which will potentially carry a 15-year prison sentence. The offence will be to read certain websites. The offending websites come under three categories, two of which are precisely defined, the third of which is as vague as section 127 of the 2003 Communications Act. They are as follows:
· Jihadist content
· Bomb-making instructions
· Far-Right propaganda
Just digest that. Let it sink in. What is ‘far-Right propaganda’? The Daily Stormer? Gates of Vienna? Pamela Geller? Breitbart? Escape from Traumaville? I suspect that offending websites will not be settled upon until the state has decided which dissident individual it wishes to imprison…
I am almost certainly under investigation by the Metropolitan police for online hate speech. My Twitter account was suspended months ago, and yet I can’t access it to delete it. This always means that Twitter have handed the account to the police. I have to admit that I did push it a bit. The last Tweet I wrote was to some Leftist gonk, and read as follows;
You know those suicidal thoughts you have? Act on them.
How was I to know that the fucker was clinically depressed? I don’t read Twitter profiles. What I have read, however, is the legal constitution of Costa Rica, in one of whose myriad rain forests I am writing this.
Costa Rica offers asylum to individuals who face potential incarceration in their home countries for their political beliefs. Now, I have excellent grounds to believe that this website is monitored by the Metropolitan police, not least because they know that I have had contact with Stephen Yaxley-Lennon, more popularly known as Tommy Robinson, possible Britain’s most famous political prisoner. It isn’t difficult to track me down. I don’t write, and never have written, under a pseudonym, for the simple reason that I am not a coward. I’ve been sacked, or fired, more than once for my online activity. But I will not be frightened by the state. You don’t faze me.
And so, if there is a pig reading this, I have a simple message for you; Bring it, cunt.
You might make a Solzhenitsyn of me yet.