Islam and Popular Culture

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Having nothing better to do last night, I sat down with a friend to watch a DVD performance by the brash, Hicksian comedian Jim Jefferies. The show was called ‘Contraband’.

About half way through, as seems to be obligatory in modern comedy, the Australian performed a routine critiquing the religious, beginning (naturally) with Christianity, moving onto Judaism and then, to my great surprise, Islam.

And he didn’t ‘tackle’ Islam in the playful, tip-toeing style of Dara O’ Briain, Frankie Boyle or Ricky Gervais, but with a dirty-mouthed fearlessness usually only employed against Biblical ideas.

Commenting on a recent scandal involving blasphemy against Mohammad (there have been so many, I honestly don’t know which one this was), Jefferies informed any Muslims in the crowd that his microphone stand was the literal incarnation of Mohammad and that it was ‘fucking gay!’.

I was taken aback, not because I have never encountered this sort of thing before (the internet is filled with anti-Islam comedy), but because Jim Jefferies is not a ‘right-wing’ race-baiter, and nor is he a reviled ‘working man’s comedian’ of the Jim Davidson or Bernard Manning variety. He is a respected liberal who campaigns against race-discrimination and in favour of gun control (born in Australia, Jefferies now lives in Los Angeles), and yet here he was, giving an equal allotment of hatred to a variety of anti-liberal targets. I surely don’t need to remark as to how rare that is.

Jefferies is said to have form on this. I am told that his Islamophobic gestures from ‘Contraband’ are repeated in his other performances (most of them are available on YouTube). We must hope that this bravery has sufficiently cleared the way for others to follow in his footsteps. As an American observer commented in the wake of the Charlie Hebdo attacks – “blasphemy (against Islam) must become so commonplace that it bores people” rather than shocks them.

Of course, it is inevitable that popular culture and Islam will collide at certain points and in regard to certain subjects. While no-one is going to risk being murdered in the defence of bacon, a celebrity or two might be tempted out of PC-world by issues like Muslim homophobia, sexism, and the prohibition of music.

Indeed, that last element is potentially the richest Islamophobic vein of all. Surely nothing is so fundamentally beloved by and interwoven with the spirit of the Western world as music. It is an art the West (and the West alone) has perfected and through which the highest forms of Western expression have been communicated. It consoles our deepest miseries, undergirds our joys and sustains us through all the voids in-between. Naturally then, music artists are revered with an intensity superior to that aroused by the practitioners of any other art-form.

I sometimes wonder what would happen if Taylor Swift – a woman currently worshipped like a Nordic Goddess – fell victim to a Muslim bullet for being ‘Haram’ (which, like all musicians, she undoubtedly is). I’m pretty sure the backlash (among the public, if not the government) would be palpably more severe than followed 9/11, 7/7 or Charlie Hebdo. At a stroke, the youngest billion of the world population would be transformed into dead-eyed, anti-Muslim zombies, horny for violent relief. Such is the terrifying power of sex, groupthink and idolatry.

Popular culture has, by definition, immeasurably greater political influence than the exotic fancies of the intelligentsia. Very few people pay any attention to books or newspapers. The majority of people live in a state of cheerful stupidity, a kind of apolitical daze. What would happen if they were shocked out of it? The mind boggles.

D, LDN.

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Pain and Gain.

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I sat down to watch the Michael Bay crime-comedy ‘Pain and Gain’ with the iconoclastic reviewer Mark Kermode’s critique still ringing in my ears. As the journalist made more than clear, this was not a movie that appealed to him:

“(It) was absolutely loathsome and morally repugnant and vile and evil and bad.”, he sighed with his usual laid-back, folded arms, schoolmarmish shtick.

Having a lot of respect for Kermode’s judgement on this art-form, I fully expected to loathe the film myself. And ultimately, yes, it is a haphazard work in parts, filled with lumpy, half-digested ideas and jokes in questionable taste. But for the first half hour, it can’t be denied, I was strangely enthralled.

I won’t go into the plot. Just know that the story and the crimes depicted are based in fact and that it all grows increasingly ridiculous as things go on. I only want to talk here about the opening, because this is something that – even if it was meant satirically – struck a chord deep within me.

Mark Wahlberg’s character Daniel is the film’s narrator and for the first half an hour, he explains to the viewer exactly why America is great and how this relates down to the conduct and attitude of the individual.

He informs us that be believes in physical fitness, self-starting, body-building, masculinity and self-reliance. He notes by way of illustration the example of US history; the story of a colony that went on to dominate the world through guts, determination and a terrifying kind of self-belief.

As I say, this is all meant to be a satire on the American mindset, and the film later tries to make nonsense of the opening premise. Still, I found myself in agreement with every word Wahlberg’s character spoke. He described in a simple and powerful way, the aspects of America I most admire. I also think the linkage between physical fitness and philosophy is a valid one.

I took up bodybuilding a few years ago under the influence of the work of Yukio Mishima. I really don’t think there is a better or more virtuous hobby available to a person, especially to a man. Bodybuilding doesn’t just build muscle, it builds confidence and ambition. It opens doors in the mind. The increase in dopamine triggers goal-orientated behaviours. I can write a thousand words in one sitting after working out. I feel more sure of my views, less tolerant of doubt, moderation and of those who would dare oppose me. This is the way nature inspires us. With every kilo added to your routine, you justify yourself. Bodybuilding – unlike intellectualism – counts for something in the Darwinian game. I may be able to write well (or so I’ve been told) but what does literacy matter in the end? When the struggle is unleashed and the contenders amass, I won’t be writing the enemy to death. To be a man, one has to be prepared to be a brawler, a thug even.

A well-built body is the physical manifestation of a determined mind; it is the ‘will become flesh’ – to quote Mishima. It is also an ideal metaphor for the American can-do attitude that is infinitely superior to the drizzling self-deprecation of England.

D, LDN.

When a Muslim Sits Next to You on the Subway…

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Last week on the popular satirical news quiz ‘Have I got news for you”, the guest host Alexander Armstrong quipped that to have ‘quiet crisis of liberal conscience’ was the ‘standard procedure’ for when a Muslim sits next to you on the tube. The joke received what it deserved; a pattering of knowing, nervous giggles.

What do you do when this happens? If you’re a Londoner – or, for that matter, New Yorker, Muscovite, Parisian, Roman or Berliner – this situation and your reaction to it is really no laughing matter. Choose wrongly and you may lose the use of your legs or even perish altogether.

Where I live (in Putney) I have the luxury of using the District Line, a relatively Muslim-light part of the capital’s network. I’m aware of the crisis Armstrong alludes to, but whenever I’ve used the Islamised lines of East-London, mine has a different content. It isn’t a crisis of ‘conscience’, but rather of etiquette. The question isn’t ‘How might I suppress/conquer my own bigotry?’, but ‘Will my fellows think me cowardly or rude if I switch carriage at the next stop?’.

I should clarify before going forward that we are talking here of devout Muslims; that is, bearded, religiously dressed men, or completely veiled women. I don’t feel any anxiety sitting next to a brown person. It should also be clarified that I mean here situations in which one will be seated for a long time.

With that out of the way, I’ll confess to what I’ve done in the past – not always, but on occasion. If a devout Muslim has chosen a neighbouring seat, I will often wait until the train is at the following station, head calmly out like that is my stop and then hop back into the neighbouring car instead. On most of the these occasions, it has been because the Muslim in question is embellished with a backpack or bulky satchel (those with memories of 7/7 will appreciate why this matters). I’ve never felt a whiff of bad conscience for doing this. My legs, my arms and my life mean infinitely more to me than my sense of political correctness.

I also think that if Muslims should ever dare to repeat an enrichment of the 7/7 kind, we could make good use of this gesture as a means of protest. Though I still make cover for myself when switching carriages, in the event that Muslims once again bomb our infrastructure, we could make standing up when a Muslim sits next to us a very emphatic display of moral resistance.

In dignity and silence, this public motion would make known our willingness to put our safety before the bullying demands of established politics.

D, LDN.

Spanish Diaries.

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I’m working in Spain at the moment and so I thought I’d tell you some of my impressions of the place.

Firstly, the weather here has been dreadful. I’m in the Northern province of Galicia and this is apparently normal for the time of year. The fact that London was still holding its pleasant balance when I left has made this seem worse than it is.

The countryside around this town is hilly and dark green. There are palm trees around every street corner, all of them looking garishly out of place with rain-water dripping from the ends of their splendorous branches. The food from the supermarkets is generally wonderful. I’ve become addicted to small breads filled with liquid chocolate. Everything else is rice, meat or fish based. As with any type of foreign cuisine, it makes one thoroughly ashamed to be English.

There are two churches in this town. Both are grand and stylish with tall facades that dip in the centre to allow for statuettes of Mary. My colleague informed me that there are no Protestant venues in the area for which he needlessly apologised.

There are no Mosques, my friends. None at all. And this is part of a national theme. Spain, despite its proximity to the Maghreb, is relatively fortunate in terms of Islamic migration. Less than 2% of the national population profess the Muslim faith and this shows no sign of changing as immigration policy hardens in response to the severe unemployment crisis. In larger cities like Madrid, Barcelona and Bilbao, there are inevitably centres of Islamic worship, but this seems not to have bled over en masse into Spanish rural life. My guide assured me that most of the ‘green towns’ retain a culturally homogenous character and that this is an element of national pride.

There are challenges to this happiness of course. Just this afternoon in my place of work, my co-ordinator was chatting with me in the corridor, when two shady looking Pakistanis wandered in. After noticing the security guard seated near the inside of the door and having exchanged a few brief words with my associate, they walked straight out again, seemingly frustrated.

When they were out of earshot, my coordinator turned to me with raised eyebrows:
“They are after the computers…” he said “We have had many days (sic) of these people coming in here and posing as workers. They sneak into the computer room. This is why we have to employ a security guard. We never used to have one.”

It doesn’t seem to matter where one is in the world. Pakistani misbehaviour is everywhere consistent.

Other than that, I’m rather enjoying myself. This is a splendid part of the world, rich in beauty and spirit. Just don’t watch the television.

D, LDN.

Hyper-Sexuality in Muslim Men.

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It won’t surprise you to know that I don’t have any Muslim friends on facebook. I do however have friends who have (at least virtually) and so I can’t help but see some of the interactions.

One of my Muslim-friendly contacts is a woman, 25 years of age. Being slightly narcissistic, she tends to post 4 or 5 ‘selfies’ a day taken on her mobile phone. And on these occasions, I’ve noticed, it’s her Muslim ‘friends’ who supply almost all the ‘likes’ and comments.

Believers as far flung as Pakistan, Bangladesh and Oman type excited drool over her every image. The comments are often invasive and rude. On one astonishing occasion I noticed the casual question ‘Have you been with another man before? If not, please inbox me.” (I’m not making this up).

Others offer marriage, or compose cheap, hallmark-card lyricisms, still others chasten her for her choice of dress. As for her Western friends, they say nothing, retaining the tact not to join with such horrible, crowded masturbation. For my own part, I have personally contacted the woman to warn her of the stupidity and danger of what she is doing. It’s been to no avail.

But let it not be doubted, what she is doing is dangerous. Call me a nasty, unfeeling racist, but for a young Western woman to be socialising with Muslim men in this way is irresponsible, stupid and potholed with potential disaster.

Like you, I have lost count of how many times I have read stories of a Western woman (of any background) being stalked by the Muslim man she met online or on holiday and was silly enough to flirt with. At least one story like this is published every week in a British tabloid. Some are more remarkable than others.

On one recent (comical) occasion, a Turkish Muslim waiter travelled all the way to Wales after a Welsh woman casually remarked to him during their holiday that he was ‘welcome in Wales anytime’. Her casual, light-headed pleasantness was evidently taken rather too literally.

Here’s another Turkish horror story as reported in the Daily Mail:

“To win the heart of a young British waitress he had met in Cyprus seven years earlier, a Turkish businessman set off on an eight-month odyssey in a tiny yacht, braving stormy seas and travelling 2,500 miles to track her down… The only problem was that the object of his affections, Courtney Murray, had never indicated any interest in him, and in fact had fled her job in Cyprus to escape his disturbing and persistent overtures…This was not enough to deter (him), however, from a quest that has seen him arrested, lose his job as a company director and, as he put it, get banned from ‘more countries than Osama Bin Laden’… His bizarre journey has now been brought to an abrupt end after he was arrested in a British port on Friday and told he will be deported.”

A high percentage of stalkers in the UK are Muslim. The background to each case is always a variation on the same theme described above. A White or non-Muslim girl stupidly flirts with a Muslim man and then forgets about it, only to later find out that the Muslim has become obsessed.

And it isn’t just stalking that potentially awaits you, but violence too. Just this week, it was reported that a beautiful young Englishwoman (unnamed for legal reasons) married a Pakistani businessman after a whirlwind affair, only to then suffer a ruthless campaign of violence and controlling behaviours that included the Muslim monitoring her movements with an electronic tag.

There are literally hundreds of other examples I could reproduce for you to emphasise this trend, but that would be a herculean task. It would be better to pose the question: Why does this happen?

It’s actually rather simple: Muslims, unlike kafir, are hyper-sexual. Starved of sexual images, sexual thoughts and sexual activity from birth, they emerge into adulthood as nightmarish Freudian mutants, tickled into arousal by the slightest kindness from a free, unveiled woman. They simply cannot help themselves. It all seems too good to be true; a free woman, with a naked face; a woman who can choose her own lovers without any input from her familial or tribal elders.

This condition would also explain the staggering findings of a study into internet search terms, in which it was discovered that terms like ‘goat sex’, ‘horse sex’, ‘incest’ and other bizarre enquires were abnormally popular in the countries of the Muslim world.

Please be safe, sisters. Don’t flirt with Muslim men, even virtually. It might come back to haunt you in a most terrible way. What’s casual for you, might not be for them.

D, LDN.

Miley Cyrus and White Cultural Decline.

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So little Hannah Montana has finally grown up. Well, that’s one way of putting it. She’s certainly changed.

In a video released this past Thursday, the former Country bumkin was almost unrecognizable. Gone is all that fresh-faced innocence and Republican-friendly charm. By way of their replacement (if not their repudiation) we were presented with a wild, twerking hedonist, as opposite to Hannah Montana as it’s possible to get.

If you look at the ‘likes’ bar accompanying this video on YouTube, you will see that the new Miley has divided people almost exactly in half. Reflecting this, the comments are almost all dedicated to argument rather than the usual adoring consensus. One half, dominated by American Caucasians (male and female) is outraged and disappointed. The other half, dominated by Blacks, Hispanics and Asians, appears delighted, triumphant even.

Why? Because Miley Cyrus (along with Taylor Swift) was once a poster-girl for mildly racist American conservatives. She was the archetypal good Southern girl, the daughter of a country music sensation, and her career was defined by conformity, chastity and a fidelity to family-friendly entertainment.

And now look.

The non-White sections of America might justly view Cyrus’s rebellion against White society as a huge scalp. The only greater prize would be Taylor Swift herself, and believe me there will now be rap artists compelled to seek her around the clock too.

Miley Cyrus has not become ‘Black’ as some commentators ludicrously suggest. She has however become another symptom of an ongoing racial crisis; namely the aging of White society, and the resultant hemorrhaging of cultural ground to younger ethnic groups.

The centre of White gravity is now conspicuously old in America, and getting older. By this same trend, White culture has become ever more morally stiff and disconnected from younger generations. If you are young and White in America, you are, whilst not yet in an ethnic minority, most certainly in a cultural one.

If that doesn’t matter to you and you just want to get a good job and have a family, then this isn’t a problem. But if you’re like the majority of young people in this digital age, and so not inclined to seek the same destiny as your parents, you must hop aboard a different ethnic train to escape it. 

There is also the issue of the decline of White masculinity. In an age of uber-confident Black millionaires (and a Black president), as well as dashing Latinos whose number never stops increasing, the White community throws up archetypes like the Jonas Brothers – castrated ladyboys with fop hairdos and chastity rings. Needless to say, this doesn’t really help either.

Miley Cyrus has gravitated to where there are real men and exciting aspirations. Minorities now have the youth, the masculinity, the music, the employment, and – most crucially – the future on their side.

Still, there are a few exceptions to the trend described. The current Billboard Number One single is a song called ‘Blurred Lines’ by White soul singer Robin Thicke. Mr Thicke, 36, displays an impressive compromise between White identity and the demands of contemporary culture. In the video to this song, Mr Thicke shares the stage with rapper TI and Black singer Pharrell, and yet upstages both gentlemen with a sophisticated, identifiably White demeanor.

Predictably, the destroyers of White society (Cultural Marxists) have already attacked Mr Thicke for this daring snatch-back of Masculine ground. White Feminists accuse him of ‘subtle allusions to rape’ and a more general ‘misogyny’ about his artistry. Such nonsense is best understood as Cultural Marxism when one compares it to the deafening silence from the same sources vis-à-vis African-American music.

Underlying White aging (and the decline of White society) is the sure and steady force of demographics. Nothing can be done now to reverse the extinction of White culture in America. Even republicans now acknowledge this and go in pursuit of Hispanic votes by endorsing ‘amnesty’. All that can be done by Whites is to try to slow this extinction by encouraging minority groups to swallow the same demographic suicide pills (feminism, over-civilization, fear of sex), as they have done and hope for fast-bearing fruit.   

D, LDN