By Ed Dutton
So, the intellectual "far right"—that is, people who are genuinely interested in understanding the nature of the world (with absolutely no holds barred, i.e., genuine scientists)—appear to have been subjected to a sting operation by an undercover reporter from the manipulatively and ironically named "Hope Not Hate." It’s in The Guardian, there will be a yawningly long documentary on Monday, and Dr. Adam (three Bs at A-Level despite attending a prestigious public school) Rutherford is ejaculating through his license-payer-funded underpants with smugness and glee.
I met "Chris Morton"—real name Harold Shukman, the doubtless wealthy son of a BBC journalist (the hereditary principle works wonders among socialists)—in May 2023 at a based conference in Tallinn. He was noticeably sans muscle, effete-looking, and insipid, and if I remember correctly, he directly asked me how many people I thought had died in the Holocaust. Covertly filming me, he was obviously hoping I’d say, “About 130,000, and they only died because they refused to eat the rations of rare steak and lobster, which were all the Germans could afford to give them in wartime.” I told him that I thought it was the number both the prosecution and defense agreed on in the Irving v. Lipstadt trial, which took place back when this man-child didn’t yet have pubes—if, indeed, he does now. So, alas for him, no catch.
He was posing as a wealthy investor (surely too young to be that, I thought) and, in a later Zoom call, I was naturally suspicious he was a mole. Thus, I was extremely careful about what I said, presenting a persona of indifference and Boris-esque bumbling. He asked far too many questions of this chap I know who wanted me there to see what I thought. I relayed my concerns, though the draw of money was, it seems, too much for these entrepreneurial types. Later, when the little weasel turned up—complete with that pretentious unshaved look so notorious among fully paid-up twats (I’m guessing they’re trying to compensate for a prematurely thinning hairline or the absence of chest hair)—at a Jolly Heretic event in central London, I said “How do you do?” politely, but otherwise kept my distance.
Of course, the fact that there must be this exposé only shows us that the mutants are worried—and they should be. I see more and more evidence that there is now a serious backlash against Wokeness among—and this is the dangerous thing—highly intelligent and relatively young people; the kind of people who will take over the culture. At my Jolly Heretic event, there were young Oxbridge et al. PhD students, barristers, architects, and so on. This is exactly what I predicted in my book The Past is a Future Country, because we’re all getting stupider, but the Left is getting stupider quicker because, controlling for IQ, leftism predicts sterility; being sucked into the Nihilistic Death Cult of Wokeness, where the genetically resistant clever people will have babies. I wouldn’t mind betting that Shukman himself, despite being 32, is unmarried and childless. When I was a kid, it was thoroughly odd to be unmarried and childless at 32.
There were also a fair few young women at my covertly filmed event—fit ones, ones that you would (and you would!)—being conservative and thus low in mutational load. This is another danger sign for the Left, as women are socially anxious, highly socially perceptive, and strongly attracted to high-status males or males they think will have high status in the future. Their increasing presence at such events—I also noticed them at The Witan in August this year—implies that they’ve perceived the way the wind is blowing and want to get in early to get the best dividends, as it were, like intuitive investors noticing a product that’s likely to take off.
What’s the result among the mutants? Disbelief, fear, and panic. “Let’s take them down, like we did when ‘the far right’ was on the rise 20 years ago. It worked a treat then!” they say to themselves. The problem is that trust in the Woke Establishment, including their hired goons at Hope Not Hate, has collapsed since 2004. There’s been the mass-deception of Covid since then, the rise of the internet (allowing us to see through their lies), the rise of social media (causing us to polarize into warring microcosms), and the insane excesses of Wokeness, causing even “normies” to see the Left as the coalition of genetic garbage and thinly disguised Biblical evil that it is. Hope Not Hate made themselves into a joke when they attacked Rishi Sunak in their “State of Hate” report, alongside LARPing Nazi nutcases. How can they be taken seriously?
Consistent with this, The Guardian piece has not gone international, and even their documentary has been relegated to the “brewing some Ovaltine and preparing for bed because it’s a school night” slot of 10 p.m. on a Monday, where something “big” (such as this kind of documentary in 2004) would have aired at 9 p.m., after Coronation Street and Eastenders finished on the other channels.
The virtue-signallers are concerned we are identifying them for what they are; power-hungry, mentally unstable narcissists who despise their own people. This hit job has occurred, as far as I can see, because more and more people are refusing to accept that they should be ruled by the likes of Harry Shukman.
How to fight back:
First, if you know anything about Shukman, you can message me on Twitter or email me at: thejollyheretic@protonmail.com
In the coming days, I will document what I know about Harry Shukman, including his use of a passport not in his name and his family’s connection to MI6. I will also correct the unbelievable amount of lies now being circulated about me, my friends, colleagues, and acquaintances.
It’s time to fight back.
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Nice to see you make written posts. Your videos are great of course but I've always dug your writing style. Academic and erudite, but not the unreadable, deliberately-abstruse gibberish favored by academics now.
Please checkout Ed's books. Highly recommend 'Making Sense of Race'.