Those who have been following my work for a while, will be aware that, when it comes to No-Longer-Great Britain, I have basically nothing good to say about it any longer. Every time I visit the shores of Foggy Albion, I am struck by how depressed and broken the whole place seems. It is dingy, cold, and dark. Its infrastructure is failing, its politics are completely off the rails, and its people seem to have resigned themselves to becoming a Third World country – thanks to the hordes of Shitlolistanis that their government insists on importing.

Despite having some of the most beautiful countryside and amazing architecture anywhere in the world, the entire country feels like it is in the midst of a slow-motion collapse.

I do not write this lightly. I know Britain well, and consider myself to be an Anglophile. The extent of that liking and admiration for Britain is such that, even though I am a child of a former colony of the British Empire, I bear the British no ill will whatsoever, and I am on the record arguing that the Empire did far more good than harm, on balance. I am also on record stating that former colonies – India especially – have essentially thrown away the priceless gifts that Britain gave them.

So I want people to understand the full import of what I write, when I state that the collapse of Britain into an Izzlamick shithole is a dreadful tragedy, and one that I wish with all my strength will not come to pass.

And perhaps, just maybe, it will not.

There are signs that, at long last, the Anglo-Saxon has begun to hate – in that very British, understated, polite, rather weedy way, which involves a lot of speechifying and dreadfully little action. But the signs are there.

Most of you have never heard of one Rupert Lowe. Neither had I, until late last year, when #BasedTucker did an excellent interview with him:

Mr. Lowe is not your typical British politician, telling comforting little white lies to the British people while seeking to maximise power and influence in the Palace of Westminster. He appears to be a sincere man, who truly wants to restore his country to greatness. Yesterday, he launched a new political party, called Restore Britain, aiming to do precisely that.

His campaign ad was, by British standards, shockingly candid, direct, and to the point:

This is pure red meat. He stopped JUST short of saying that Britain needs to become a White Christian society again, but that is the very clear and stark implication of his words.

He went further still in his speech to launch the party itself, providing substantially more detail in the course of his overview of what Restore Britain will do:

Make no mistake: this is a Christian nationalist agenda. It is sorely, terribly needed. Modern Britain cannot survive another few years of the kind of noncery and idiocy that has led it to its present state.

The main political parties – Cuckservative and LIEbour – have utterly failed to stem the tide of immigrants. They are unable and unwilling to do so, because the entire political system in Britain is specifically designed to stop real change from happening. It is a system designed specifically to take the so-called “will of the people”, and twist and warp it beyond recognition.

Reform UK is not the answer either. For all his sterling qualities, Nigel Farage shows no signs of breaking with standard British political orthodoxies about RUSSIA BAD!!! and IZZLAM GUD!!! There are no signs that Mr. Farage will actually do what is necessary to reindustrialise Britain – he does not seem to have the first clue how to go about it.

This is because Mr. Farage – whom, as I said, I greatly respect and like – is a money man. He made his wealth by making money from money in the markets – NOT by the hard graft that comes with tilling the earth, or making things with his hands. As such, he is unable to understand that it is MONEY, itself, which is the problem.

And this, sadly, is where Restore Britain has a few very severe blind spots.

I cheered and clapped at several points throughout Mr. Lowe’s ad and speech. He is dead right about the need for urgent, root-and-branch reform, and of the need to turn the entire political system upside down. But I fear that he, like many of his ilk, does not understand the true root of this evil.

That is the problem of money.

As I have written before, the fastest and most effective way to bring a once-strong nation to its knees, is to derange its money supply. The reason why is straightforward. Money is the translation mechanism between time and material goods. When you derange money, you artificially devalue the amount of time, as measured through labour hours, required to achieve material prosperity, and you immediately open the door for fraud, corruption, and all manner of evil.

This is precisely what has happened to Britain.

The British Empire was once the world’s foremost manufacturing power. It industrialised first, and faster than any other nation. Because of this, the Empire sucked in resources from the colonies, and spewed out enormous quantities of finished goods. The result was a rapid increase in material prosperity for both the people of the Empire, AND – believe it or not – its colonies.

But this was only possible when Britain adopted a policy of strict mercantilism, whereby it erected serious tariff barriers on imports and avoided trying to make the British pound sterling the sole medium of global exchange. This all changed after the free traders got their hooks into the British political system, and insisted – on the basis of entirely fraudulent arguments from the likes of David Ricardo and others – that a low-tariff, free-trade policy would lead to far greater material prosperity.

This was a seductive gospel, false though it always was. As Britain moved toward a policy of free trade, it also – whether intentionally or otherwise – moved to a policy of making the gold-linked pound the global medium of exchange.

This was a fatal mistake. It always is.

The reason why is also simple. When you have a currency that is the global standard for trade and settlement, people need that currency. More specifically, they need to buy it. To do so, they must, by definition, sell the holders of that currency, things that they want.

The result is, always and everywhere, that the currency-holder’s nation buys things from everywhere else, at the expense of its own manufacturers. And the only way to do this, is through free trade with low to zero tariffs.

You can see the results of this policy everywhere in modern Britain. Travel through Manchester, along the canals, and you will see, to this day, old brick warehouses that once housed some of the world’s largest cotton exporters, with faded lettering on the sides, stretching from the north-east all the way to the south-west and west, across many miles of canals.

A similar story repeats itself across the north and the midlands. It does not matter where you go. Leeds, Liverpool, Hull, Derby, Birmingham – all of these cities have the same problem. These were once great manufacturing and shipping hubs. Now, they are all broken, run-down, deeply depressing places to be. (In fairness, though, the centre of Leeds is actually pretty nice, and much more so than central Manchester – up to a point.)

Until and unless Britain reverses and shuts down its insane obsession with free trade, it will continue to have these same problems, and it will continue to collapse.

Mr. Lowe’s platform appears to recognise this problem in part. It remains to be seen whether his rhetoric – which is entirely justified – on stopping, and then entirely reversing, the colossal immigration problem that Britain now has, will extend to trade and monetary policy.

For that is the true root of the problem. The Bank of England is supposedly an “independent” monetary authority. It is actually nothing of the sort. Like most central banks – outside of Russia and China, where they are extensions of government policy – the Bank of England is wholly a creature of the British banking system. It serves the interests of the banks, NOT the British people.

This leads us to another, even more fundamental problem:

The British still, idiotically and in the face of vast accumulated evidence, believe they can vote their way out of their present predicament.

They cannot. There is NO WAY a system based on dumbocracy and freedumb will work. It is simply not possible, as long as the instruments of money are in the hands of politically connected bankers and elites who depend on the literal debasement of time for their existence.

It will take far more than a vote to bring fundamental change. The British should have learned their lesson over the past 10 years. They voted in their millions to leave the EU – and they have spent the past 10 years watching helplessly as first the Cuckservatives, and then LIEbour, betrayed them at every turn.

The result is that Britain today feels like it is about to enter a low-grade civil war. There is a seething, roiling tension that you can feel if you travel throughout the countryside. In one of my poasts that I linked earlier, I described how a friend of mine went for a long drive through the country in the south of Britain with his family last year, and how he saw signs everywhere about the need to vote LIEbour out, in the farming and herding heartlands of Gloucestershire and the Midlands.

There is real, serious fury about what has been done to Britain, among White Britons – but, being British, and therefore quite seriously cucked out and spineless, they dare not say anything about it. If they do, their own government will come after them, arrest them for “Izzlamophobia”, and make them “un-persons”.

This is not sustainable. It must and WILL collapse. But it can only do so once Britons finally, at long last, realise and recognise that dumbocracy is a god that has failed, catastrophically. It must be replaced.

The logical question is, of course, “with what?”

I cannot answer this – or at least, I cannot provide a happy and comfortable answer. The straightforward answer is, of course, “monarchy”. The problem, as anyone who has been paying even a whisker of attention for the past few months can tell you, is that the British Royal Family is stacked top-to-bottom with incompetents, idiots, and outright nonces.

King Charles III is proving to be an utterly feckless ruler. There are not-so-whispered rumours throughout Ingerlund that he is a closet Moose Limb – which, given his cowardly refusal to stand up for his mother’s Christian faith, might well be true. His son and heir, Prince William, strikes me as a good and decent man, who is utterly devoted to his wife and family – but goodness does not translate well into competence.

What Britain – and when we say, “Britain”, we must always remember that the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland is in fact a confederation of individual NATIONS – needs, is not a weak-kneed, spineless, pathetic, inbred nonce.

No, what Britain needs today, is something like what Russia has, in the form of the Neo-Tsar, or what China has, in the form of the New Huangdi.

It needs a highly competent, energetic, ruthless, no-nonsense monarch, who will not hesitate to do whatever is necessary to make Britain a White, Protestant Christian nation again.

This will require terrible sacrifice and upheaval. The British used to understand what that meant. They have become soft and weak over the past century, and they have been invaded and colonised so thoroughly, and so badly, that it is nearly impossible to figure out what being “British” means any more.

But perhaps, just maybe, they might be able to do it.

If so, I will be rooting for them. For all of its problems, Britain remains a wonderful country. It is one of the most beautiful places anywhere. Outside of the big cities, it is clean, well maintained, and full of decent and good people. Driving through the British countryside, along the B-roads, is one of life’s true great pleasures. And I genuinely do not think you have seen true beauty, until you have experienced the Lake District, or walked through the Peak District, or driven through the Yorkshire Dales. There are few countries anywhere that can match it for sheer natural beauty, combined with convenience.

Perhaps the Shire can, in fact, be saved. Perhaps the hobbits might wake up before it is too late, and do whatever is required to expel the Orcs from their midst.