Obedience is Freedom is out today!
"A strange but deeply affecting mash-up of cultural and literary criticism, personal reflection and philosophy"
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It's only recently dawned on me how mental it is this country has extreme safetyism around stuff like buying paracetamol, combined with a range of hugely unsafe elephants in the room like zombie knife rampages which are treated as inevitable and unavoidable.
Very weird to hear so many media voices praising duty, tradition, obligation, fidelity etc., when those same voices calculatedly and consistently try to undermine the conditions that make those things possible; eg. norms, history, the family, hierarchy, and religion
RIP Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI.
In this paragraph from his Last Testament, he answers a question about how modern cosmology reveals that God is not the heavens:
As someone who spent much of my very early childhood being taken on peace marches and anti-war protests in the 80s - I can assure you that what's going on in London every Saturday is about as far away from a 'peace march' as you can get.
So far in 2023 I have been mostly explaining to journalists that Benedict XVI didn't suddenly invent the Church's positions on abortion, contraception, and sexuality
Assisted suicide reappearing in the last throes of the pandemic might seem strange, but they're related. A society with no widely-held narrative for understanding death tries to control it: by precautionist avoidance first, then setting the terms by which people can die, second.
The Benedict XVI generation are those charged with bearing witness to tradition as a vehicle of the abiding mystery of that eternal present for which Benedict XVI himself had always yearned
The discourse about Ayaan Hirsi Ali and civilisational Christianity made me think back to that devastatingly unwelcome moment when I realised not only that I believed in God, but I was even going to have to seek baptism, for
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If you're hugely offended by the doctine that human beings are, from the very first moment of their existence, each primordially estranged from their true likeness and purpose - wait till you hear about the way it gets put back together again.
A culture that says choosing the manner and timing of your own demise is eminently reasonable and morally desirable, is a culture of death. For
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'Once in a generation' is quite telling, because this is about ensuring boomers take the last limit left into their own control, yet again leaving disaster in their wake for those left in a limitless world.
G7 meeting in Cornwall and no-one has talked about channelling Merlin, escaping Morgan Le Faye, rendering Launcelot's desire for Guinevere worthy of chivalric esteem, nor finding the Holy Grail. Absolute disgrace.
I wrote for
@spikedonline
about disliking LinkedIn because everybody on there seems to be turning into Bono: saving the world - one zoom meeting at a time.
The laptop classes are convinced they are saving the world just by showing up to work. On LinkedIn, every middle-class professional has confused their job with activism. This self-importance is delusional. They think they’re all Bono, says Jacob Phillips
Yes. And this England. A reserved and restrained pallette, a fondness for pragmatic, unwritten settlement which is expressed by limitless shades of grey - an unease about self-confident utopianisms which is expressed by shrouding all in mist or steam
The key aesthetic here is no loud colours. No brilliant whites with red stripes. No garish palettes, no clashing tones. It is attention worthy as a whole. It is a relief, like a painkiller kicking in.
The word ISIS can refer to an Egyptian goddess, or certain sections of the River Thames, and we have specialist counter terrorism officers here in the operations room who have particular knowledge in this area.
Don't worry, your NHS assisted dying appointment letter will probably arrive a day after the scheduled date then you can go back to the end of the queue and gain another six months 🥳
Reading about who sided with who in theology departments in Germany after January 1933, it was incredible how many of the incidents were actually driven by personal feuds, resentments, petty-minded ambition, and general workaday oneupmanship...very rarely ideology or conviction
re: that clip of Judi Dench reciting Sonnet 29, the sentiment of the poem goes directly against certain key tenets of therapeutic / recovery-style thinking about 'co-dependence', 'emotional needs', and 'self-esteem', etc, making one wonder if 'wellbeing' destroys poetry.
I wrote about how critics of Nineties nostalgia don't seem to realise that their purportedly left-liberal positions depend on an assumption that the basic dynamics of the 1990s still endure - but the 90s are dead, they just don't know they have killed them.
“The Nineties were the last years in which people shared collective memories,” writes
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, “Widely-held narratives, broadly accepted moments of significance”
You can't understand New Labour without imagining a public sector middle-manager in his late 40s listening to Definitely Maybe on CD in 1996, wearing a new, slightly oversized, dark green ("Mallard") M&S blazer
Here to save the left-behind, organic, God-fearing, working class communities of England with an International Baccalaureate and an MA in Philosophical Theology
Did Jesus of Nazareth visit England?
It sounds like a wild theory — it's actually far less absurd than it sounds.
In 2019, an exciting discovery was made... (thread) 🧵
Peak Guardian when an article which calls the notion of “soul” an "abstraction" which "exists only in the imagination of demagogues" also claims to be salvaging the legacy of Dante and Goethe
Dear Waterstones, I take it all back, you're not a deranged-woke-lunatic demon-screed peddling symptom of the decline, but a rightly esteemed and honourable book seller.
Snakes and Ladders was originally an Indian morality game called Moksha Patam. The snakes stood for particular vices (e.g. Vanity/Lying/Drunkenness) , and the ladders for virtues (e.g. Faith/Generosity/Asceticism).
There is no such thing as 'England', just a lump of land mostly surrounded by seawater, and the matter in the soil of that land is actually a cosmopolitan raw matter we imported from a primordial precursor to the EU in the Neolithic Age.
It's like there's now a sort of credit to having been involved in a large-scale failure, even if implicated in it, because it is assumed that managing failure and decline is what Establishment jobs now require.
It's like those reductio ad absurdum discussions about utilitarianism you have in first year philosophy, except people no longer seem to realise it's absurd.
People fundamentally estranged from completing the daily tasks of life often set about trying to change the world instead, but you can't save the universe before you've done the dishes
I wrote about how societies with cultural and religious diversity have profound internal differences about truth, norms, and values - and that means apologies tend now to be just acknowledgements with no promise of absolution, for
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Government and OfS suddenly concerned about "burdensome" HE regulation when universities have been spending spiralling millions on burdensome regulations for years, none of which are designed to safeguard academic freedom and freedom of speech.
In
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I wrote about how a smell — permeating the atmosphere and pervading the air we breathe — cannot be avoided, but I don't want to smell your secondhand ganja smoke anymore.
The average member of the laptop class really needs to stop going along with the fiction that their job will have purpose and meaning if they dress it up as some sort of mission to change the world, and also be banned from using the word Empowerment
The cult of wellness is not good for us. The quest for the correct emotional balance and perfect health is creating a generation of narcissistic worriers. It won’t kill you to live a little, says Jacob Phillips
The scene from the Paris Olympics wasn't wrong because the powers-that-be would never dare do a similar pastiche for any other religion, however maddening that fact might be. Neither is it wrong because it might cause hurt or upset to Christians, which it obviously has.
Just think, there's an army of apparatchiks who do training courses telling people how to interact across cultural and/or ethnic difference in such a way that would mean exchanges like this are no longer possible
It's wrong because what it mocks is true - a fact borne out by the way the sacrament becomes a sign of humiliation in the debased depiction itself - but also because it is so incredibly hackneyed, predictable, boring and unimaginative.
In a little-known fragment of an ancient manuscript, St George self-identified as English when he was crowned in glory in heaven - and had the motto 'Take back control' inscribed upon his armour
Starmer eyes are the eyes of an exhausted supply teacher who knows he's lost the lads sneering at the back but just has to pretend he's in command long enough to hold out till the bell rings.
I wrote about how the solitary smartphone viewer losing hour after hour to short-form video is Plato's revenge, and is bringing about of the ruin of souls, for
@The_Miskatonian
What we now call 'assisted dying' is the final fight of the Boomers, a generation that has consistently fought against limits meets the most inexorable limit and takes control of it so its deadly and unavoidable power is exercised within their own power, hence Boomerdämmerung.
@niall_gooch
Saw the long version of this at the cinema. Very odd. Seemed to be saying you should Google stuff rather than ask people questions, for fear of committing a microaggression.
Just think if Brexit hadn't become a massive culture wars neuralgic issue, great swathes of people who voted Remain could actually admit publicly that they've finally realised what sort of an outfit the EU really is
After a summer spent reading zillions of articles about the English which didn't mention Wensleydale cheese, boiled cabbage cut into sections, beetroot in vinegar, 19th Century Gothic churches, or the music of Elgar, I wrote one for
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