Irish Savant – irishsavant.net Sept 4, 2021
Has it ever crossed your mind that the ruling globohomo cabal sometimes put their plans at risk from the need to stick us in the eye as they attack us? For instance I’ve long suspected 911 (the Emergency number used in the US) to be an example of this as the blatant false flag worked a treat, the dupes rushing in to spend unimaginable blood and treasure in support of those who carried out the attack. The perps must have felt a frisson of excitement at their little 911 trick. Do I discern the same thing now in the tsunami of black-on-White crime that goes largely unpunished while any sign of White resistance is ruthlessly suppressed? Consider the treatment of Derek Chauvin with that of the black cop who murdered Ashli Babbitt in cold blood. ‘I’d do it again’ he crows, to the acclaim of the chattering classes. But the scamdemic takes the biscuit as a stupified public react to multiple contradictory messages much as a colony of ants in a beaker would to the manipulations of an entomologist. Surely the likes of Bill Gates must emit an evil cackle as he contemplates society turning itself upside down and inside out in response to what’s little more than an outbreak of the common flu? Poking us in the eye and getting away with it. For a psychopath, what’s not to love?
I’m minded of what Andrew Neather, advisor to Tony Blair, Barbara Roche and Jack Straw wrote of the decision to open Britain’s immigration floodgates in 2000. “I remember coming away from some discussions with the clear sense that the policy was intended – even if this wasn’t its main purpose – to rub the Right’s nose in diversity and render their arguments out of date.” Straw (partly Jewish) as Home Secretary and Roche (Jewish) as Immigration Minister held the keys to the immigration spigot so we can reasonably infer from whom Neather got his impression. All four can sit back now and enjoy the repercussions of their handiwork, not least by way of the marginalisation of the hated White working and middle classes.
I believe that our globohomo controllers also enjoy poking us in the eye by appointing talentless buffoons to leadership roles in White countries while the native populations look helplessly on. Yesterday I met an Englishman erecting advertising hoardings in my home town. From briefly chatting with him it became clear that he was both intelligent and well-read. Yet here he was operating from an old van in a remote Irish town at a menial task. What must he feel when he sees imbeciles like David Lammy, Britain’s Stupidest Man (he though Hitler’s first name was “Heil” and that Marie Antionette got the Nobel Prize for Physics) made Minister For Universities And Innovation. After all his ancestors, small in number but gigantic in ability and determination, not long ago ruled a quarter of this earth. Now, a few generations later he’s erecting advertising hoardings in Ireland.
Meanwhile some African rapper by the name of Dizzee Rascal has been awarded an MBE – Member of the Most Excellent Order of the British Empire – by the Queen. The award was for – and I kid you not – “services to music”. Now rap is not music. That’s not an opinion, it’s a fact because the ‘music’ does not lend itself to musical notation. It’s just black guys yelling gibberish to the beat of a drum machine. And what of Sir Dizzee’s (cough) lyrics? Here is his piece de resistance:
Stop Dat!!!
Stop dat
Start dat
Get dat, wah?!?
Been der done dat had dat, wah?!?
I think we can safely assume that future music historians will not mistakenly attribute such lyrics to Cole Porter or Oscar Hammerstein. But this noble Englishman has hit a road bump as it were because, in the finest traditions of British chivalry, he apparently head-butted one of his sperm buckets and stamped on her as she lay on the ground. He’s now up before the Old Bill. Oh dear.
Meanwhile my English acquaintance continues to erect hoardings in the rain. Yes his nose is truly getting rubbed in it. As an evil cackle can be heard from behind the curtain.
The British ‘royal’ family are part Jews (Bowes-Levi), and fully signed up members of Bilderberg (they send a representative to every meeting).
Ah you can take the negro out of Africa but you can’t take Africa out of the negro.
> Meanwhile some African rapper by the name of Dizzee Rascal has been awarded an MBE – Member of the Most Excellent Order of the British Empire – by the Queen.
The ‘queen’ has undoubtably never heard of ‘dizzee’. All these titles are handed out to mostly the rich, with a handful being given to people that the ‘palace’ assumes are ‘kool’. It makes the masses believe that they matter in some way. How many people are milling about with titles now? 10,000? 20,000? And the BE in MBE doesn’t even exist any more.
Anonymous above mentions the necessary……
The SAXE Coburgs…..the Windsors are MOST DEFINITELY crypto jews….there is NO doubt on that one.
Even the idiot geek Pwince Charles was circumsized by a rabbi!!.
Thicko Harrys wife may appear to be Black like the Hip Hopper DRAKE…but rest assured she is a “Zio-Octoroon”…..Her former hubby is a jew.
The old crone who is Pwince Charles wife…..is also a tribe member….The Spanish Inquisitors would have flushed her out of the undergrowth quick smart.
It will take a while but the realization that the Roast Beefs are ruled by a jewish monarch WILL get around and tgat fact virtually all these high paid “entertainers” are jews too.
Currently “8 out of 10” cats has one jew in their lineup….it is the blonde haired number cruncher….unusually she says she is a jew.But most of the rest of the panel are also jews!!.
Are the windsors part jews….probably not.
Charles got hitched to a jewess Kate .iddlestein…..his previous Diana was also a crypto jew.
Thicko Harry has kindly revealed how thick he is….his wife runs rings around him.His posh accents goes a long way to concealing his viscosity
Britain is in safe hands now; Dizzee will fight for British values and people against any incoming assaults or dangers (sarcasm).
It’s obvious that “rap” was meant to glorify sh*t. And a ‘good’ rapper is one letter shy of….C. Stuck in a monotonous and uncreative loop of 4 over 4 time signatures typically articulated as; Paddy-cake, Paddy-cake, bakers man.
Bake me a cake as fast as you can. Roll it, pad it, and mark it wid a B. Then shove it up my a s s for the Bitch in me.
Subheading to article states this primate has been charged with assaulting a girl & stomping on her head.. Probably some white girl infatuated with him & then it went ape on her…
And just think if the millions of white gentile British, Australian, South African, Canadian & New Zealand morons sided with Hitler, you would never have heard of Dizzee Rascal or be exposed to ape rap ‘music’ in your nation..But Christians will always fight for their Jewish Cryptocrats..
is this dizzee twat famous?
Dirty Rascal!
i think the half of westeuropean population
is jewish infested, judaized together with
christians . to clean europa from this filth
is impossible, so i greet the coming islam
take over of europa (but after me) . islam
will make a swift cleanup in his ways !
better our children become Allah worshipers
than rothschild-rockefeller-schwab robots .
And sorry you dizzy bitch, but a nerdy white Canadian boy had you all out-rapped in the 1980’s. Calling out some dirty “mutha phuckas” (MF) way before you’ll even ever make sense of past tense.
Bruce Cockburn, Call It Democracy
“Padded with power here they come
International loan sharks backed by the guns
Of market hungry military profiteers
Whose word is a swamp and whose brow is smeared
With the blood of the poor
Who rob life of its quality
Who render rage a necessity
By turning countries into labour camps
Modern slavers in drag as champions of freedom
Sinister cynical instrument
Who makes the gun into a sacrament —
The only response to the deification
Of tyranny by so-called “developed” nations’
Idolatry of ideology
North south east west
Kill the best and buy the rest
It’s just spend a buck to make a buck
You don’t really give a flying fuck
About the people in misery
IMF dirty MF
Takes away everything it can get
Always making certain that there’s one thing left
Keep them on the hook with insupportable debt
See the paid-off local bottom feeders
Passing themselves off as leaders
Kiss the ladies shake hands with the fellows
Open for business like a cheap bordello
And they call it democracy
And they call it democracy
And they call it democracy
And they call it democracy
See the loaded eyes of the children too
Trying to make the best of it the way kids do
One day you’re going to rise from your habitual feast
To find yourself staring down the throat of the beast
They call the revolution”
Wish ye were a provo yet mr englander?
Love Irish Savant Sarcasm & Satire !
Give him 10 out of 10 !
To antiseptic–do not bank on the Semitic Moslems with their Bible dogma,(slightly adjusted for differentiation) ; they will do nothing about the Jews, like all the other non-Jews.
“A child is born with no state of mind, blind to the ways of mankind, God is smilin’ on you but he’s frownin’ too, Because only God knows what you’ll go through”
-Grandmaster Flash, the message.
Rap too was subverted by media.
Hip Hop or “rap” is collage. It’s the artistic assembly of disparate snippets of media, rearranged into a new unitary whole.
Collage has always felt a bit like cheapskating to me, personally speaking. Though, I’d concede that where the artist brings worthwhile intelligence and stylistic panache to the synthesis, it can attain to cultural value – perhaps as with “What The Thunder Said” by T.S. Eliot. This is an aspect of the nobel laureate’s poetry which isn’t given enough attention usually but Eliot characteristically employed collage.
“A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.”
Lines from Eliot’s “The Wasteland” and quite powerful phrasing, I think you’d agree. Yet, “I had not thought death had undone so many” is a cut and paste superimposition, directly lifted from Dante’s “Inferno” – word for translated word. Eliot’s artistry, apparently, was in juxtaposing 1920’s London and a classicist’s rendering of Hell as poetic collage.
It shouldn’t escape our attention though that Eliot’s contribution to the couplet, “A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,” is a piss-poor line of poetry; a literary dud by anyone’s standards.
“After doing my shopping at Asda,
I wandered lonely as a cloud…”
I bet Dante didn’t even get a tuppeny share of the royalties.
I prefere BACH; BEETHOVEN;BRAHMS; CHOPIN; DVORAK;
GRIEG; LISZT; OFFENBACH;PURCEL; SIBELIUS;
SMETANA;HUNGARIAN-SERBIAN-SPANISH GIPSY;
ZOUK;GUYAD;SALSA;FADO;SOUKUS; IND.SITAR
etc.
To antiseptic–also Ravel, Wagner, Mozart, Elgar, Grieg, Delius, Tchaikovsky, Puccini, Verdi, Schumann, Schubert; and our tradition was stopped when the USA in WW2 brought Blacks to Europe and their exuberance in “music” excided the young of the working class Whites. Maybe the White girls caused all that exuberance, offering a million years of evolution in one encounter/generation.
I meant “excited” in line four, of course. In our poetry not much is strong except William Blake.
The russkis sorted out their pussy riot pretty quickly.
“In our poetry not much is strong except William Blake.”
Wow, Lewis, that’s the most erroneous statement I’ve ever known you to make. Between yourself and antiseptic, you compile a redoubtable list of European master musicians and composers but then, as if it were anodyne, you reduce the abundantly rich poetic tradition of English literature to a single worthy notable. I take it that you mean native poets and not European poetry generally nor English literature from North America or other English speaking nations. If it were English language poetry more generally that was being referenced, then Emily Dickinson is one of the greatest writers in world literature and William Butler Yeats must be accorded like status, though I prefer Emily.
Without a stir of controversialism, I would exclude from a list of great English poets, such totemic luminaries as Geoffrey Chaucer (the historical progenitor of Carry-On films and Benny Hill;) William Shakespeare (I think his sonnets stink and I don’t care for his two book-length poems either; his plays, though and particularly the tragedies, are among the greatest achievements in all of the arts;) John Milton (pop-art presbyter;) William Wordsworth (of some utility for insomniacs;) Percy Shelley (a lousy metrician and mediocre versifier at his best); John Keats (wearisome faux profoundness;) all of the pre-Raphaelites (peignor ennui;) and too many post-war poets to mention.
Despite this iconoclastic gambit, there are many truely great English poets remaining who genuinely merit esteem as artists of international calibre, still read and loved today in many different languages; John Donne; John Dryden; William Blake; William Shakespeare (blank verse is still verse;) Alexander Pope; George Gordon [Lord Byron;] Alfred Tennyson (even though he lacked the quintessence of a poet, he was an exceptional poet;) Thomas Hardy; Gerard Manley Hopkins (the most singular and stylistically original poet in the English language;) Wilfred Owen; A.E. Housman and T.S. Eliot (yes, him; even though he was American by birth, he was a British national – and despite my excursion into cynicism yesterday, I love his poetry.)
I could list many other writers of talent among England’s poets but I fear it might bring me to the attention of the Hexameter Police. Their knock is typically stressed, unstressed, unstressed, stressed, unstressed, unstressed…