To back up, or not to back up…

Britain should disown the US if it launched a “preventative” attack against North Korea to stop it developing nuclear weapons, according to a leading military think tank.

Is the foreword on the Sky news websites article: ‘Scenes of carnage’ if North Korea crisis escalates into war, British report warns

Sky: The unusually blunt advice from the Royal United Services Institute (RUSI), which is the intellectual powerhouse behind the UK’s military establishment, comes amid growing concerns that such an attack is being seriously contemplated by Donald Trump’s administration. They write.

Me: Oh, what is this? The “special relationship” doesn’t seem all that special now, does it? England preparing to abandon its “closest ally” when things start to look dicey; when a real sense of danger wafts through the air, England suddenly finds its resolve wanting; like a dog barking at the gate, only to high-tail it for the front door when the gate swings open. And this just shows you how much of a shit-show the Westminster government truly is; they make grand promises and assurances, and then buckle under any real pressure; they scramble from their hill of strength the moment a threat approaches.

And here was me thinking that America was our greatest ally; and so since when do allies abandon one another? Isn’t the whole point of fostering alliances solely to provide back-up for either party in the eventuality of war? Sure, trade agreements that mutually benefit either country are by-products of such partnerships, as is continuing peace; but what good is peace and trade, if one half of the deal is armed to the teeth and sailing the waves of the Yellow Sea? Is this the sort of alliance America needs; an England already planning to abandon it in what could become a major world conflict? Now of course, America really doesn’t need England, or the rest of Britain as a whole; America is a powerhouse, a giant and a god of war. So who cares, right? So what; let England scurry away like a cowardly dog, eh?

Britain (England FYI)

But then what does that truly say about any such special relationship? Of course America doesn’t need us, but does that mean that we shouldn’t stand shoulder to shoulder with them? Does that mean that we shouldn’t live and die in our convictions as a country that stands by its principles and its word? If we say we have your back, should we not then have your back, regardless even if our friend is big enough and strong enough to handle himself without us?

Sky: A RUSI report says the UK “should refuse to rush into unconditional support for US action” if the US was to attack North Korea in an attempt to prevent it from further developing the ultimate weapon of mass destruction.

Me: Now listen, anyone who is familiar with my blog will know that I’m fairly isolationist, and also don’t agree with Scotland sticking its nose into places it doesn’t belong; but Scotland is in Britain, and Britain seems to cling to the teat of America, and so much so that it peddles this notion of Britain and America as brothers-in-arms, and as the best of friends of which the English controlled media that plagues Britain as a whole often likes to force-feed us on a daily basis; so as a Scotsmen, I feel compelled to point out that if America does go to war, then so should we. It’s as simple as that, and that’s my two cents worth on the matter; we should fight alongside them come what may, and not because of some ridiculous idea of brotherhood, but simply for the sake of self-respect and honor! Otherwise what are we but cowards and back-biters on an international scale not to be taken seriously? Isn’t it funny just how hollow the English government now seems as it rolls over and offers its undulating and pendulous belly to the world? And think, what if America was to win this theoretical war, would it not then shun Britain for ever more; leaving us friendless and at the back of the cue for any resulting reconstruction contracts and positions of governance and influence on the post-war world stage? Way to think ahead, British cowards; in your rancid fear, you would potentially throw away whatever shred of credibility you have left to skulk under the desk whilst humming with your fingers stuck in your ears as you assume the fettle position.

Sky: In the report, author Professor Malcolm Chalmers writes: “(The UK) should make it clear that it had not been asked for its views in advance and that it would not have supported military action even if it had been asked.”

Me: So what? If America goes to war with North Korea, then Britain automatically becomes a target regardless of whether or not we declare a side, what with it having up until then proclaimed itself America’s chief parasite. Is North Korea, or even China, or Russia really going to care if Britain distances itself from America, when eventually it’s probably going to join the war at some point anyway? So would it not make sense then for the east to make a preventative strike of their own to thwart that eventuality? Yet, if Britain was in the fight from the very beginning, then we would at least have our guard up from the get-go, and perhaps be better equipped to deal with any such attack in the first place for having a firm grasp on who our enemy is and where the strikes are likely to manifest. War doesn’t care about gestures, it only cares about threats; Britain is a threat, whether or not it cowardly shrinks from the fray meantime, Britain would still be a threat by proxy.

Sky: “Casualties in such a conflict would likely reach the hundreds of thousands, even if no nuclear weapons were used. There could be far-reaching consequences for the global economy, involving sustained disruption of vital supply chains and markets.” 

Me: I’ll let Joseph Dunford, chairman of the US joint chiefs of staff respond to that one: “We can’t let a madman with nuclear weapons let on the loose like that. We have a lot of firepower, more than he has times 20, but we don’t want to use it… I hope China solves the problem. But if China doesn’t do it, we’ll do it”


But, at the end of the day, would America really be all that surprised by England’s lack of a spine in such tense, trying times? Of course they wouldn’t; why would they? America is well aware that all Britain is good for is bending at the waist to accommodate their’ slippered feet upon its back. America doesn’t need Britain. Britain needs America, because without them, the empire 2.0 would be steam rolled into oblivion the moment the ships left Portsmouth. So, in understanding that, you would think that the sniveling cowards down at Westminster would be prostrating their feeble bodies in an effort to clamber around America’s feet and swear allegiance to their boot-straps only to fool themselves into, and continue on, with the belief that America will make them great again.

no brainer
One is powerful, and the other thinks its powerful

Man up, or shut up; for if it was to come to blows, and then maybe even escalates into some sort of an actual major world conflict; sides will have to be taken. And I don’t know about you, but I prefer fighting fresh, than already bloody. And sure, people would die, but then, people will die whether or not they are holding a gun or not. I come from a military family, I feel I should point out; with every man all the way back and to the Jacobite risings having been a soldier, or in some branch of the military, and so would no doubt have immediate family fighting in any such conflict, yet I’m perfectly fine with that; soldiers are soldiers, and they are trained to kill and die, that’s their entire job description; and so I don’t care about projected casualties, both military, and civilian, because again, people die en masse when wars are fought between powerful entities, and that’s no reason not to fight, and it’s no reason to go back on one’s word, and its certainly no reason to abandon ones ally.

And look, I’m not a warmonger, nor do I have a Michael Bayesque hard-on for guns and explosions, but sometimes wars solve problems, or at the very least, they solve problems for future generations in hindsight. Again, I wouldn’t relish war for the sake of war alone, but from a pragmatic standpoint, North Korea is threatening world stability, it is a menace to peace and is arming itself for conflict, and so needs to be put in its place by a firm hand, and if that means war, then what other recourse is there to counter such a flagrant and openly hostile threat. Diplomacy? Please; ever heard of the catastrophic diplomatic effort known as The Age of Appeasement?

age of appeasement


Cinead MacAlpin.








Thoughts after a Night Spent In a Pub Booth in the Company of Students

You have these conversations with folk in the pubs sometimes, wherein immediately, and by those of a similar age to myself, and who most likely attend college or university, instantly decry you as a racist if you so much as voice an opinion that is against such a thing as mass immigration, or interventions, or of the sending out of foreign aid or whatever. They seem to suddenly wall themselves off then, and almost shut down, as though their own fragile sense of self and world view are such, that even the merest whisper of a pragmatic, or detached observation on the current climate and its causation’s and effects, is somehow going to herald in an apocalypse in the form of Nazi’s atop four flying panzers.

This took me ages to make on MS paint

It’s ridiculous, and it’s pathetic, and it’s infuriating, that a group of grown men and women can’t just sit in a pub and shot the shit for a time, without a number swooning at only the most flirtatious of forays into the world of politics. When did men stop being men, and start being limp-wristed half-men and weaklings? I’m in my mid-twenties, and even I remember a time before this sudden reversal in society’s advancement, and that is what this is; the degradation of society through censorship, fascism and the self-aggrandizing egotistical need of some to have their own ingrained narcissism cloaked as virtuousness; where no one person can seem to look outside of the rhetoric force-fed them by those desperate to seem heroic or worth something, and who so take the easiest root to this position in the form of conceited virtue signaling. They don’t have to fight for it, and really face no danger, nor hardship. They are heroes for the sake of all around them fearing nonexistent conflict. They are raised aloft on shaking shoulders by others who draw strength from a movement that is inherently compromised by weak individuals, and so thrusts them no further against anything that would truly be worth fighting against. Simply put, they are cowards who try and look big and brave flailing at monsters entirely of their own design.

sjw imagination

Whelp; Just this past week, in fact, I happened to have taken an impromptu sojourn down through to Auld Reekie; not the cheapest place for a simple man to find a drink mind you; but there I found myself nonetheless. Now, for those of you unfamiliar with that particular city, Edinburgh is wonderful; historically, and architecturally. Yet; were it not for the odd Saltire or tacky gift shop, then one would be hard pressed to declare the city as of Scotland at all; tourists everywhere, and accents, wherein no two are alike, gathered in squares, and collected from all around the world. It’s a cosmopolitan city, like London, only prettier, safer, and, well, better. Anyway; I arrived their early, and got to the drinking likewise. And soon I found myself in the company of a handful of students; artsy types with pube-like goatees and foppish haircuts mid-way between styled and wind-tussled; not exactly the sort of folks in whose circles I would usually walk, but the afternoon started out well enough I suppose; a wee bit o’ banter, banal chatter and some laughing here and there, but then, the conversation soon encroached upon the fringes of politics, and where suddenly, all of these sallow, sunken eyed vegans all at once became the liberal equivalents of Alex Jones; only without the endearing guilelessness that make his mad rants amusing.

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Alex Jones: Topless and having just finished his dinner

There was talk of Brexit, of course, and of the EU; Syria and the resulting refugee crisis; the usual fodder for such lofty patrons to dissect, as was my company, and whose very identity as students alone, seemed to compel them to the highest echelon of obnoxiousness even before the first drink. Now all of this I could tolerate, for I have much to say on these things also, and yet; sitting there in a nice pub in Scotland’s fair capital, I was soon subjected to ill-informed, half-hearted and stunted ramblings on, and misguided understandings of one, Donald J Trump, and by a group of sickly looking students, who, at several points would pause, needing prompts and coaxing from the others when the limits of their understandings and opinion were found wanting after the first reiteration of the buzz lines circulating within their Facebook feeds; Donald Trump; who has nothing to do with them, nor I; Donald Trump, a man from another country who has no effect on their day to day lives, whatsoever. Oh what an absorbing and cerebral discourse it proved to be.

The School of Athens by Raphael
The School of Athens by Raphael

Now, what is my point here, and why did this annoy me so much? Good question and I’ll tell you. It annoys me because it has nothing to do with us. Whoever is in the Whitehouse has absolutely no effect on Scotland whatsoever! None at all; it’s all but virtue signaling and the vapid, self-absorbed circle-jerking of ones ego in the eyes of a castrated choir preaching the same hymn to affect outrage at his being elected. And also, I just can’t abide shallow parasites. Now look; America doesn’t care about Scotland all that much, and truth be told, Scotland doesn’t care all that much about America; in the same way as we don’t really bother with Papua New Guinea, or the Antarctic; we are but ships in the night, not wishing harm upon the other, but just indifferent in the passing, and not all that interested in dropping anchor and hopping aboard the others vessel. There is no ill will behind it, but America is, simply put, a behemoth content to stomp about its hill for a time, whereas we are the foxes whom have no real business commenting on the affairs of giants. And so who are these idealistic liberals to congratulate one another’s self-serving opinions born of the most basic of sound bites parroted as they heard them on the news that morning, to be so quick to proclaim virtue and honesty, love and compassion, and yet descend upon me with feeble claws the instant I should deviate from their indoctrinated path?

“Donald Trump’s a fascist” One sneered, yet offered no substantial proof to that effect. “Really? But he isn’t the one punching people, or clubbing their skulls in with bike-locks because they espouse a different opinion” I replied, in that same flat, vaguely incredulous tone of voice one would adopt if conversing with a drunk houseplant. “He’s racist” Came another; the pretentious little shits eyes bloodshot, yet no less menacing beneath his dandy fringe of curly brown hair. “How?” I speared. “Cause of the ban; man…” He parried deftly; unaware that Barack Obama did the exact same thing previously. And when he was told of this, well, up went the blinkers and down came the fascist soviet hammer, though admittedly in the fashion of a tired old dog sitting in the park and refusing to move; to scoot an inch in any one direction as its owner tugs and coaxes gently at the leash, as I was apt to have found myself then attempting, and all the while thinking who cares, and, why are we even talking about this shit? And, what has any of this nonsense got to do with us? In my attempt at remaining impartial and objective, it was I who was painted as the fascist, and it was I who was deemed the bigot for not taking up their outrage, and for playing devil’s advocate so as to ingratiate topics and points into the conversation by which to enliven and expand it into something interesting and thought provoking.

Side note: Not once did I challenge any opinion vomited fourth, but simply offered a differing one. I was respectful, and only slightly sarcastic, and never raised my voice above a speaking level when addressing any of these rabid little runts. And yet, these principled and virtuous souls were comfortable with yelling and shouting me down when I was presumptuous enough to offer up an actual verifiable fact to the contrary of that currently farted out into their echo chamber. I should also note that I was the only one in that booth who appeared robust enough to overcome constipation, without blowing my rib cage and spine out through my arsehole in the process.

Anyway, let’s get back on with my tortured dog metaphor; a dog needs discipline, and if you baby it, it won’t listen, nor respect you. You have to be both fair, and firm. You don’t pussy-foot around a stubborn dog like it’s a baby taking its first teetering steps, and so neither should you pussy-foot around faux intellectuals and half-men who see merit in subservience and cowardice, and who couldn’t look their own cock in the eye if they needed to drink their own piss to stave of dehydration in the desert! And so, the point of this meandering, and somewhat rambling rant is this: I just don’t understand what’s happening to my generation. When I was under twenty, all the lads wanted to be seen as men, and most of the lassies wanted to be with a man. There was none of this degenerative and regressive bullshit back then, folk just got on with their daily lives and didn’t take too much offence to every little fucking thing that happened to irk them that day. I don’t want this American phenomenon of SJW half-men infecting Scotland with its insidious, rotten, and hypocritical ideology. But, I understand that America exports its culture worldwide; cheeseburgers, fries, milkshakes, and Hollywood blockbusters and whatnot; and that’s all fantastic! But for God sake; Keep that abhorrent and emasculating dogma to yourselves lads, because quite frankly; it’s fucking embarrassing.

sjw logic
SJW’s diminishing the devastation caused by rape

And so, I couldn’t believe that there I was, in Scotland, and listening to these insufferable idiots drone on with barely a constructive argument among them; and I looked at them and thought; you know what, this world is going to eat you all alive; but then realized that no, in fact, it isn’t, because this is the way the world is actually heading; effeminate men too afraid to ask a girl out, and women who think being overweight is a good thing; wee bairns being told they’re fairy’s and he-she’s and all manner of sundry other fanciful things, when they should be told what they are firmly, and leave the soul searching and identity crisis’s for a time when their brains are fully developed enough for them to process the multitude of urges and emotions, hormones and psychological conundrums such thoughts must surely bear.

Now listen; I’m all for equality among the sexes, and of gay marriage; each to their own; do what feels right, and be who you gotta be, and all that. My belief is that one should live one’s life, and do so in a manner which makes life worth living in the first place. I don’t care if your gay or straight, transgender or whatever; I simply don’t care; that is, as long as you don’t try and force it down my throat and make trouble where no such trouble occurs. You aren’t freedom fighters battling against a tyrannical oppressor. You aren’t civil rights campaigners risking life and freedom in a dire struggle to pursue equal rights and liberty. You don’t face any adversity that can’t be overcome by hard work and the setting and following of personal goals. You are just a bunch of whiny little shits with too much free time on your hands, and who are fortunate enough to live in countries where your sniveling rhetoric is tolerated. Get over yourselves, get a job, and maybe try and contribute to changing society in a meaningful way, say, as a soldier, or a UN peacekeeper, or as a politician who can actually affect change in a rundown or deprived area. But no; that would be too much like hard work now, wouldn’t it?


Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth’– Matthew 5:5. And right enough! And has the Bible ever prophesied a more concrete conclusion in all its years than that particular doozy?

Cinead MacAlpin.

Special relationship

For a while now I’ve been rather curious about the whole rising conflict between the Alt-right, and SJW sub cultures. And whilst I don’t really follow American politics, it seems that the election of Donald Trump is one of the main catalysts behind all of this pointless posturing and rioting between those of differing political/social spectrums. So, whilst skimming through a couple of YouTube videos uploaded by both the Alt-right and SJW movements, and also visiting some of their numerous blogs and websites; I came across one in particular that really stood out for me. Now, I’ am of course a Scottish Scotsman from Scotland, and so, can be rather precious about Scotland. I also can’t suffer liars and Self-aggrandizing fantasists who promote misinformation and incorrect facts. Which is some of what I found in this particular website, in which the writer rambled on about England’s lack of self-identity, and how it could learn so much from America and how great America and England are, and how shitty every other country is, blah, blah, blah.

So, without further ado; below are just some of the statements and assertions made by the author (A notorious bigot, racist and homophobe) which particularly irritated me, and which I’ve cherry-picked for your, and my own, convenience; which, whilst not exactly providing context, should at least give you an idea of the general narrative of the post.

The absurdity

This is the country (Referring to England) of oxford and Cambridge, of the industrial reveloution-“

First off; Britain as a whole contributed, and initiated the industrial revolution; not just England. Even I wouldn’t be that much of a cunt to claim it was all down to just Scotland, even despite us having invented the entire damned modern world. Secondly; Scotland ranks consistently as the smartest nation in Britain, with higher ranked university’s than are to be found in England. Oxford and Cambridge are, undoubtedly, brilliant places of learning, yet your conflating them with somehow being superior, simply on account of being both well known, and inherently posh.

“It has a strong claim to the title of the worlds most culturally significant country in human history” He finished.

Ever heard of ancient Greece; the birthplace of democracy, mathematics, astrology, and enlightenment.

No offence to our brothers and sisters across the borders, but the welsh, Scots and Irish never shut up about their unique cultural identities and proud heritage. Yet what can we say wales or Ireland, or even, yes, Scotland, has produced that compares to the extrordinary majesty and accomplishments of England?” He then goes on to say.

Welp, heres just some things invented by Scotland: The steam engine, Bicycle, the television, the telephone, the pneumatic tyre, Tubular steel, the Thermodynamic cycle, Coal-gas lighting, the first iron–hulled steamship, the GODDAMN Special forces (SAS), the hot blast oven, the steam hammer, Wire rope, Cordite, Hollow pipe drainage, the mechanical reaping machine, Roller printing, the teleprinter, Modern Economics, Logarithms, the saline drip, the hypodermic syringe, Penicillen, the refrigerator, the flush toilet, the electric clock, and lastly, the percussion cap (Your welcome gun-loving America), to name just an infinitesimal fraction of Scotland’s inventions and innovations.

All that remains is to choose our anthem-a song we can reclaim from the racists and proudly sing wherever we go in the world, whether far-flung nations for global sporting tournaments, or Edinburgh for a friendly family kickabout. The time for shame about Englishness is over. So: will it be Jerusalem? Land of hope and glory? Whatever you do, promise me you wont vote for three lions on a shirt.” He concludes with.

Wow, okay; where to begin? Well, it is through no fault of anyone else that England seems ashamed of itself, and that it doesn’t even have a national anthem (Welcome to the club) but that’s England’s problem. No one is stopping you from choosing a national anthem; no one is forcing you to cringe at the flying of the St. George cross. Fly it proudly, but don’t rely on some overriding sense of Britishness to self-identify with, which is exactly what you have been doing this entire time. You’re English, fine. Be English, and fly your national flag instead of the butcher’s apron. No one gives a shit. Scotland doesn’t care; Ireland doesn’t care, and I’m sure many folk in Northern Ireland and Wales won’t care either. But it is your own fault that Britishness has subsumed Englishness. That is your own doing. And a problem only you can rectify. Though, I would suggest you try being a little less imperial and a little more humble in the future, for you really have nothing to go and shout about.

The comments

And now, down to the comments section, wherein, one man says: “Land of hope and glory was played as the national anthem at England matches at wembley in the early 1980’s. Flower of Scotland was only introduced as the anthem at Scotland games in the late 1990’s. It was only written in the 70’s

So what? Land of hope and glory is somehow superior then? Is England now automatically superior to Scotland, simply because it’s ‘anthem’ is older; is that what your insinuating? Well, first off, Scotland has no official anthem, but a handful of unofficial ones, for instance; Scots wha Hae, was written in 1793; whereas, land of hope and glory was written in 1902…

Do you see the flaw in your logic? Moving on; heres another incredibly deluded individual regurgitating falsehoods within the echo chamber that is this comments section; his is as follows: “Of course we already have an English national anthem, and it is Jerusalem. It is a triumph of the creative powers of two native geniuses, William Blake and Edward Elgar, is rooted in Christianity, and links us to the mystical beginnings of Christianity on these islands-Glastonbury. And it has a very English quirky and nonsensical feel

Wait, wait a minute buddy…what does Glastonbury have to do with ‘the mystical beginnings of Christianity on these islands’? Are you sure you don’t just mean England? After all, Scotland was Christian (and a country) long before your Anglo-Saxon ancestors dragged themselves out of their pagan, animal worshipping heathenism; as was Ireland; two countries, indecently, who are major components of ‘these islands’. But no, no, your right, and as ever; t’was England who ushered in the glorious enlightenment that swept across these savage and barbarous islands of ours. This is actually what English people get taught. They are that fucking deluded, and so far up their own arseholes, that the scent of fresh air makes them retch.

Sidenote: The song Jerusalem is about Jesus holidaying in Cornwall with Joseph of Aramethea, and then something about tin mines and evil mills, or some such fantastic drivel. Clearly, it has no historic roots within reality; yet the above commenter simply chooses to take it as fact, simply as it makes his country look interesting and significant. Though I will concede that William Blake was a pretty cool guy, who was all about peace and the love of your fellow man; he also drew the vision heads, which are cool as fuck portraits of ancient heroes and historical figures that he could apparently see, and who would sit and allow him to sketch them (Apparently).

Anyway, here is another comment: “Correct me if i’m wrong, but werent the founding fathers of Englishmen?”

No, not all of them. Thomas Jefferson, one man asserted? Half Scottish through his mother. Andrew Jackson? Son of poor, Scots-Irish immigrants (Scots who settled in ulster, before moving to America) Thomas McKean? Son of Ulster born Scots-Irish parents. Alexander Hamilton? Scottish father. John Knox Witherspoon? An honest-to-goodness Scottish born Scot. I could go on, but what’s the point? Basic ignorance is forgivable, and occurs when the person hasn’t read a history book; but willful ignorance? That is reading the book, and choosing to ignore the facts regardless.

Now, this one really fucking infuriated me; heres an extract: “The reality is, the British hate all things English, except for those things they misappropriate is British, such as Magna Carta and the bill of rights. The sooner we English get shot of the British the sooner we will prosper”

Eh, HURTFUL. Anyway, for the life of me; I genuinely can’t think of a single thing England’s ever invented or created, full stop, let alone that I would want to misappropriate, honestly, and this isn’t me being factious, or willfully ignorant. I simply can’t. Did they maybe invent the printing press; elitism; xenophobia? Who knows, anyway, let’s just focus on the two examples he puts forward as being misappropriated; the Magna Carta, and the bill of rights. The Magna Carta, what, who gives a fuck? It’s just a bit of paper of which i couldn’t even quote a single line; after all, it isn’t the Declaration of Arbroath, of which I could quote a dozen lines word for word; the very same document that heavily inspired the American declaration of independence no less. And then he mentions the bill of rights; an act passed by the English parliament in 1689, most of which is the parliament whining about James the II, limiting the power of the monarchy, and other awesome shit like that. And guess what, and again; who gives a shit? What relevance is that to me or Scotland currently? What is there to be proud of; a bill that tells your king to stop being so much of a dick? That’s so heroically awesome, man…

Sidenote: Scotland already has its own Bill of rights also: the Claim of Right Act 1689.


I shouldn’t take things so seriously, also; SOAR ALBA! The sooner the better.

Cinead MacAlpin.