Treasure

This blog attracts some very, er, "colourful" attention. But this evening, I have received by email two of the oddest communications of my life. One came from a longstanding interlocutor who has managed to become rather close to the centre of power despite, or perhaps because of, being a raving hysteric, as the following illustrates:

"I have a hideous vision of you in 20 years time or even 10. Lord Lindsay of Lanchester. Doing popular television and presenting a weekly 90s show on Radio 2 but mailing to a million your list of approved candidates as passed up to you by your networks of National Socialist shop stewards, protectionist-isolationist country squires and Tridentinist priests. Without party because "the Leader is above party" but with your activists controlling the local parties of a third of Labour MPs, a third of Tories and more than a third of Lib Dems because they come from rural areas. A national treasure. The Godfather. Britain's Fascist dictator in all but name."

Well, TFI Friday, sweetie. I don't expect any of those three parties to exist "in 20 years time or even 10". But the nickname "The Godfather" seems to recur in my life, with a couple of my freshers and their mates spontaneously calling me it only last night (one of them saying that I even looked like Michael Corleone), the latest in a long and very varied line. I have no idea why this keeps happening.

Anyway, from the other email:

"You criticise other people for having Marxist or Fascist backgrounds and making alliances between the two. But you repeat the Sinn Fein allegations against Fianna Fail, Fine Gael, Irish Labour, the SDLP, the DUP and the integrationist wing of the UUP. You repeat the Far Right's allegations against Sinn Fein. You repeat the Far Left's allegations against FW de Klerk. You repeat the old allegations against the ANC by the Monday Club and Western Goals Institute that you attack Unionist politicians for having links to."

There are no "allegations" involved. Sinn Fein observed the role of Britain in creating and directing the big three parties in the Republic, and in creating and directing the SDLP. Those things were, and are, obvious. And Sinn Fein itself is now in the same position, which will require it to take out today's dissidents as de Valera was required to hang the IRA. Its previous relationships with Moscow and Tripoli are more than a matter of record. Likewise the original UVF's to the Kaiser's Berlin (right when the Easter Risers were pondering a Hohenzollern prince for King of Ireland) and then to mainland British Fascism. The UDA's to the National Front. The support of the DUP's Ulster Resistance for something suspiciously similar to the NF's policy. And the integrationists' involvement in the Monday Club and Western Goals subculture with all its implications in relation to South Africa, Rhodesia, Chile, Indonesia, Haiti, the Philippines, and on, and on, and on.

De Klerk's extremist roots even by his party's standards are less well-known than the ANC's Stalinism, but are no less a matter of uncontested fact. The party that elected him on that basis has since been subsumed into the ANC. Just as our own old acolytes of Botha, Smith, Pinochet, Suharto, the Duvaliers, Marcos and the rest have been subsumed into the New Labour Project of which David Cameron is the latest Manchurian Candidate, but which remains wholly controlled by those who have followed academic Marxism in changing their means (from the economic to the social, cultural and constitutional) while leaving their nefarious ends exactly as they have always been: the destruction of the family, private property and, eventually, the State. No wonder that the 1980s Radical Right feels altogether at home.