I have a confession to make. I watched an episode of “Strictly Come Dancing” at the weekend.
This is the British version of “Dancing with the Stars”. Precisely why it isn’t called “Dancing with the Stars” as it is in every other country that runs the franchise is something of a mystery. There was a dancing show on TV in the 20th Century called “Come Dancing”, but where the “Strictly” part comes from, nobody knows. Perhaps it has something to do with the movie “Strictly Ballroom”.
Whatever the case may be, “Strictly” is extremely popular in Britain. Not popular in the way that some shows were back in the 1970s and 80s, with 20 million people regularly tuning in – fortunately, the advent of the internet has greatly diluted the amount of control the media (((elites))), as seen in my previous post, have over us – but enough to make a cultural footprint.
It is produced by the BBC, which as we began to establish in the previous post is the master hub of libmedia hivemind cultural Marxism. Everything that we know and despise – denigration of straight white men; attacks and mockery of patriotism and tradition, promotion of mass third world immigration, homosexuality, feminism; support for globalisation, open borders and extinction of national sovereignty; demands for increased welfare handouts, regardless of the growth of national debt; you know the drill by know – is represented by Auntie, as the BBC slightly sinisterly monikers itself.
For this reason, I decided to delve into the belly of the beast with expectations of the above. What horrors would the (((elites))) push when they had million of eyes (albeit most of them female and/or homosexual) pointed toward their machinery of degeneracy.
Within 30 seconds, they had made their mark.
The show was filmed this week in Blackpool, northern England. I have never visited the place myself, but I understand that it has been spared the influx of Pakistani Muslims that has blighted other parts of Lancashire, and remains recognisably English. Nevertheless, the opening seconds portrayed “ordinary residents” welcoming the show to Blackpool: in order: a female police officer; a seemingly half-caste (“mixed-race” if you wish to be PC, which I don’t) man; a male drag queen; two homosexual men; an East Asian NOWAG type; and two children, one of whom was South Asian.
It was literally unrecognisable. This is the Britain that the globohomo elite wants: a deracinated, rootless serf mass, entertained by glitzy TV pap.
Perhaps this had something to do with one of the (foreigh, natch) dancers getting his teeth knocked out by a bunch of locals after the show.
Until recently, I was pessimistic. I thought that my country, and western civilisation as a whole, was destined to become the degenerate melee that the producers of Strictly and everything else in the mainstream media want it to become.
But given the events of the past few years, culminating in the Glorious Trumpening, the fightback seems to be on.
There have been other societies in seemingly worse state than us. The Soviet Union, for instance, which in the 1930s was being destroyed by relatives of the same (((elites))) doing such damage to us. Sure, the mass media was less pervasive back then, but there was also no internet with which to spread the message of resistance.
What’s more, the Cheka or NKVD (later to become the KGB), the predominantly Jewish-led Communist secret police, was able to physically torture and murder its enemies – and anyone it suspected of being its enemy – with utter impunity. It hasn’t got that far in today’s West. They can attack us, possibly cause us economic hardship (although, as Roosh optimistically pointed out in a piece at returnofkings,com this week, the power of the SJW mob to get people fired appears to have peaked) but they can’t simply round us up and murder us.
Strictly Come Dancing and most of the rest of the mass media is superficially attractive, full of smiling, good-looking, well-lit people making noises about vague concepts such as “love”, to the accompaniment of uplifting music. Yet a cursory examination beneath the skin, from the underlying degenerate message being transmitted, to the actual production process itself which is rife with casting couch rape, paedophilia and and so on, shows a markedly different reality.
This reality is one about which growing numbers of ordinary people in the West are becoming aware, and are rejecting. This is a movement, and we are growing.