Stuck Inside of Hounslow with the Mobile Blues Again
I’m sitting in a Cafe Nero in Hounslow waiting for my car to be serviced for its first MOT. If you don’t know Hounslow, at least half the people here are South Asians of one kind or another. There’s a large mosque as you come into the town. Boarded up and closed down churches decay alongside abandoned pubs like this one:
It’s a sad moment for the UK: Rishi Sunak looks like he’s being schemed into power as the permanent political class on both sides of the aisle celebrate the ascension of “the first British Asian PM”. It is as if, with the ousting of first Boris Johnson and then Liz Truss, the elites are doing everything in their power to prove correct the thesis of my book, The Populist Delusion (buy it now): a globalist coronation for a smug banker billionaire, what better way to demonstrate the total dominance of the organised minority over the disorganised mass? The only hope to stop this — and it is fading fast as we speak — is for Big Bum Penny Mordaunt, herself a woke trans-loving globalist praised by Bill Gates and Tony Blair — to attract 100 MPs to back her by 2pm. As if to increase the level of naked absurdity, Sir Keir Starmer is now taking “lessons in government” from, The Dark Lord himself, Tony Blair.
Anyway, while I was here in Hounslow, waiting for the garage to call, I jotted down and tweeted out some observations which I will reproduce below:
Halal meat. Savers. Pound shop. Iceland. Closed down. Closed down. Betfred. Casino. Closed down. Hooka “mocktail bar”. Paddy Power. British Heart Foundation. Closed down.
The despair of this high street is something.
Men with no shoes sitting outside Greggs, imam in hat counting his money to send abroad, men in doorways wasted on drugs scavenging for last night’s KFC, men queuing like deepest India at agency for work, asylum case, ape-faces, imp-faces, angry dog-faces, heavy sullen ox-faces.
Decamped to Wetherspoon's maintained as time warp; old glass booths, photo of Hounslow from 1905. Better days. I order impossibly cheap breakfast, machine-self-service flat white. Bald-head ox-face talks to fat-gut Adidas bottoms about Arsenal fixtures. TVs beaming out Sunak.
Ox-face has just gone to put his first bet on the dogs for the day, while Adidas has just ordered his third pint that I’ve seen. It’s 9.54am.
Ox-face getting into it. “It’s all a conspiracy man, lining each other’s pockets. The state of it: not even English! Remember Johnson wasn’t English-born either. She had more guts than him. That Penny is one of them too. It’s all a joke.”
Considering going over.
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Things are looking particularly bleak here in the UK, bleaker even than Hounslow high street. Those men in the pub have no champions whatsoever. Labour has abandoned them; the Tories have abandoned them as Nigel Farage sips another pint like Toad of Toad Hall and repeats Thatcherite mantras from the 1980s. We have long known this, but now all pretences are dropped. Full spectrum dominance for the Blairites has been achieved. The globalist ruling class has delivered a perfect shutout of populism in Britain on a scale not even dreamt of by elites in the USA or Europe, which is all the more remarkable because Britain had a leftwing populist insurgency (Corbyn) as well as a rightwing one (Brexit). Now both Corbynism and Brexit are dead, just as Blair himself has wanted and vocally called for since 2016. The elites no longer care if they rule over a prosperous nation or the ashes. The prospect of meaningful politics in a place like Hounslow is utterly defeated: remember that atomisation and demoralisation are the 101 tools in the globalist playbook. Blair was elected in 2001 with the lowest turnout since 1918: Alistair Campbell and Peter Mandelson interpreted that as contentment in their rule and proof of their Mandate of Heaven. It also looks like Starmer is already playing Blair containment strategy by condemning the climate activists who are desecrating world-famous artworks while the Tories implode.
Now we pray for Peter Hitchens’s dream that all this destroys the Tory Party forever, but I wouldn’t bet on it. Deep betrayal is in the DNA of the Conservatives — a detailed look at the career of their founder, Sir Robert Peel, reveals a man utterly bereft of principle save, as Brooks Adams once put it, an “instinct for the stronger power” — they’ve survived worse than this in the past. But prayers for unlikely scenarios is all we have left, because that is all the powerless have. We are probably further away from clearing them out now than we have been at any point in post-war history. The only words of comfort I have, not that they will be much comfort, is that all empires must die in the end.
There is nothing quite as bleak as a bleak grey English town.
But cheer up, AA: it will be even worse on a grey rainy day in December.
I visited those parts about 15 years ago, and it was already very depressing then. and looking at pictures from the 80ies, it seems to have been depressing for such a long time, it is hard to imagine it will ever change.
And we will never have some new music celebrating the bleakness, like punk rock did. The people now living there will never form a band and create new genres.
People will no doubt label me a quitter - if I'm lucky, no worse than that! - but this post from AA more or less sums up why I left the UK 12 months ago.
Hounslow isn't the exception; you could visit any number of towns or city neighbourhoods across whole swathes of the country and you'd be very hard pushed to see anything different from what AA has painted above.
There is no stemming the onwashing tide of decay in Britain. It is now a country without a soul, without a future. And the wider public must take much of the responsibility for this for refusing to take action - in whatever form - to clear out the current crop of satanic elites. Yet, they do nothing, much like Adidas man above, but grumble into their mid-morning pints and clinch to their betting slips.
It isn't even the same country I knew when I was a boy 30 years ago or so - and it was already on the slide back then. I am British born to British parents, whose parents were British and so on and so forth, yet I have nothing in common with more than 90% of the public. The elites, whether competent (Dark Lord) or utterly inept (Truss/Kwarteng), do not have my interests either at heart or in mind. And so, when this is now what Britain as a country has become, why should anyone feel any loyalty towards it anymore? What is there left that's even worth defending, let alone cherishing?
Those of you who understand your own self-worth and that of your nearest and dearest, ought to make your escape plan before it's too late. Up sticks and start a new life elsewhere. While at first daunting, it's surprising how quickly you adapt. If you're more inclined to try to rescue your homeland from the clutches of Blair and his coming reign of terror...best of luck to you.