…or not. I see that both Jesse Jackson and Robert Duvall have recently died.
I deeply mourn the passing of one, and am dancing a jig of joy for the death of the other. Feel free to guess which is which.
…or not. I see that both Jesse Jackson and Robert Duvall have recently died.
I deeply mourn the passing of one, and am dancing a jig of joy for the death of the other. Feel free to guess which is which.
Here’s Clarkson, bringing cold logic to environmentalist slogans. It’s just over fifteen minutes of your time, and worth every second.

It may well turn out that the best day for the future of British agriculture was the day when Jeremy Clarkson decided to buy and run a farm.
If blogging seems a trifle light today, it’s because most of yesterday was spent in the company of Longtime Reader UncleKenny — during which we had a fine session at my local range, followed by coffee and a long chat.
I should point out that most of the chatting was done by me, because as I seldom nowadays have any social contact with friends, I tend to jabber on endlessly when I do. He didn’t fall asleep during said chat, and on occasion even prompted me to continue, which says much about his scholarliness and gentlemanliness.
I have without doubt the best damn Readers on the Internet. Thanks, Ken, and it was a rare and special privilege to meet you in person.
Afterthought: I should point out that nobody’s perfect: he did bring a Glock to the range after all, but at least it was chambered for the manly .45 ACP and not the other rubbish. And anyway, such lapses in taste can always be forgiven among friends.
Well now, this is an interesting development:
Polling by a Christian organization, Tearfund, has found that 45 per cent of British adults are planning to attend church this Christmas. This is a sharp rise on recent years. Piety is strongest in Generation Z, 60 per cent of whom (born between 1997 and 2012) will, the poll suggested, be heading for a Christmas service. Baby-boomers and the ‘silent generation’ of older pensioners are only half as devout.
Meanwhile, the late American activist Charlie Kirk’s Christian revival movement, Turning Point, has a British youth ambassador called Young Bob. He is 17, highly articulate and tours campuses and public venues, setting up a trestle table and encouraging members of the public to debate him not only about theology but also its application to contentious political issues such as immigration, nationalism and multi-culturalism. Young Bob, real name Thomas Moffitt, is in some ways a Right-wing version of Greta Thunberg, but without the scowl.
Needless to say, Young Bob is hated not just by the Usual Suspects on the Left, but by the Anglican Church hierarchy.
The Guardian newspaper discerned a ‘far-Right misappropriation of Christian imagery’. The likes of Rowan Williams and the Bishop of Manchester fear that Tommy Robinson may be piggybacking on Jesus to promote nefarious political ends.
But some senior Anglicans are unhappy. Rowan Williams, a former archbishop of Canterbury, talked of the political ‘weaponization’ of Christmas. The Bishop of Manchester said Christmas must not become a ‘prop in a dim culture war’. Giles Fraser, a prominent London vicar, said he would refuse Mr Robinson communion at his altar rail.
That’s very Christian of you, vicar. And when it comes to “dim”, the Church hierarchy are the absolute dimmest.
Here’s the interesting thing about all this.
I asked a cousin of mine why he and his 20-something university friends had discovered an interest in churchgoing. It was nothing to do with Scripture or tongues or Pentecostal fire. His answer was simply: ‘We want to defend our culture.’ They were fed up with their Christian heritage being ignored and diminished by their university authorities. Dribbly middle-of-the-road Anglicanism won’t cut it for them. They want a religion that is proud of its values and doesn’t shrivel in the face of political correctness.
If only Anglicanism was “middle-of-the-road”. It isn’t. It’s a bastion of Leftism and wokist cant.
I always knew that Christianity would at some point rise up against the modern trend of Muslim appeasement and Leftist dogma, in the United States. (The late Charlie Kirk was emblematic of this resistance, which is why the Left murdered him.)
I had little hope that Christianity would do so in Britain, a nation where well over half the non-Islamic population professes to be atheistic.
All I can say is: Onward, Christian soldiers.
Addendum: for those who can’t reconcile the above with the fact that I myself am an atheist, allow me to remind you that while religion itself has little interest for me, I am absolutely firm in my support for the Judeo-Christian culture and heritage.
And I am even more supportive when I consider the alternatives of atheistic totalitarianism (i.e. Communists) and, even worse, radical Islamism. They both suck big time, without reservation.
From TCW:
“The truth is that none of the Jews of Sydney commit atrocities. They have been building decent, honest and contributing lives for generations. They have been praying, not killing. They have been working, not plotting murder.”
Not just in Sydney, either.
Jews have been “contributing” to the arts, to culture, to technology and to Western civilization in general since the dawn of nations. In contrast:

When I first referred to Jeremy Clarkson as “The Greatest Living Englishman”, it started off as a nod to his unflinching honesty when it came to everything he looked at, such as his (non-)review of some Vauxhall car model back in the 1990s: “If they’re not going to bother to make an interesting car, I’m not going to bother to review it.”
That caused Big Business (in this case, Vauxhall’s then-parent company General Motors) to go apeshit, because that’s not the way car reviewers are supposed to behave.
It’s that same unflinching honesty that he displayed in his first bumbling efforts at farming which turned his Clarkson’s Farm TV show into a runaway smash hit, and along the way almost single-handedly changed the way the British regard both food and the farmers who produce it.
So when he turned that same agricultural ignorance towards brewing beer — simply because he had a barn full of unsold barley which he needed to sell — one might think that it was just another celebrity using their name to sell a product.
In this case, one would be not only wrong, but spectacularly wrong. And if you want to see a case study in marketing that, in hindsight, never had a chance of failing, then I implore you to watch this video.
Time and time again, “the experts” believed that Clarkson was making a mistake, and every single time he proved them not only wrong, but spectacularly wrong.
He turned a few thousand pounds’ worth of unsold barley into a £75 million company, and in the process, changed the way British people think about farming, about beer and about the people who farm and the people who brew beer.
And he did it all with his usual unflinching honesty and openness, which gave the lie to the usual corporate veneer of respectability and care for both their employees and their customers.
Which is why he truly is the Greatest Living Englishman.

I can’t wait to try it the next time I go over to Britishland.