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No I Don't Want To Take Part In Your Stupid Debate (Pt II)

One of the tricks this deception machine uses to deceive you is the notion that ‘debate’ is our best means of establishing where the truth lies. It’s often instilled in us from early on. I must have been about ten or eleven when I took part in my first school debate. Funnily enough, it was about the rights and wrongs of foxhunting. Even more oddly, I was on the anti team.

I remember it vividly because of something strange that happened before the debate began. As I moved in front of the audience to take my seat on the podium, I was greeted by rapturous applause. It was the purest, most ecstatic adulation I had ever experienced, and probably ever will experience - like being a rock star. What had I done to deserve it? Absolutely nothing: I hadn’t spoken a word at that point. I don’t think I ever did find out what had caused this outbreak of mass hysteria - were the boys all rabid bunny huggers? Had they mistaken me for one of the speakers in favour of hunting? But I remember one of the boys on the pro-hunting debate side bursting into tears because he felt he’d lost before the debate had even begun.

It wasn’t a particularly pleasant experience for me, either. I felt like a total imposter being feted so extravagantly for nothing I had done. The memory of that sensation has haunted me ever since, so much so that I now wonder whether it was perhaps one of my early moments of revelation, one of the signposts that fate - or, in my view, God - places on our life journey, whose significance we only understand much later.

What I glimpsed that day was the fickleness of the mob, the way it can form a powerful opinion based on nothing more than the emotion of the moment. It’s what - as Gustave Le Bon notes in his The Crowd: A Study of the Popular Mind - makes large groups so vulnerable to manipulation by demagogues. [Hitler and Mussolini both studied Le Bon, as did the inventor of public relations Edward Bernays]. It also explains why, at least since Aristotle, would-be elites have studied rhetoric - the art of persuasion through manipulation - as a means of swaying and controlling the masses.

There was a time when I would have agreed on the importance of rhetoric. When my children were younger I encouraged them - without much success, it must be said - to join their school and university debating societies. ‘Public speaking skills will set you up for life,” I used to tell them. And it’s true those skills been quite beneficial to my own career, especially now that I’ve got past that stage where you’re really bad at it and you definitely need more practice.

But I’m no longer persuaded, as I once might have been, by the moral case for rhetoric. As two perfect examples of why there isn’t one let me present Boris Johnson and Michael Gove. Gove and Johnson established themselves, early on, as pre-eminent public speakers of their generation, both at the Oxford Union and in international competitions against teams from universities around the world. How, though, have they used those Belial tongues of theirs? Never once, I suggest, for advancing the cause of truth and beauty. Essentially, the men are professional liars, with knobs on.

The art of rhetoric, after all, is about winning an argument or successfully pushing an agenda regardless of whether or not you have right or justice on your side. And weirdly, instead of being fearful or wary of such tricksiness, our culture encourages it. We celebrate oratory and the power of persuasion everywhere from school and university debating chambers, to parliament to the advertising industry to newspaper op-eds to our courts of law. The people who are good at it we reward with vast riches and almost limitless power; the people who are not so good at it - even if they are the ones who are morally and factually in the right - are expected to take their place, with good grace, as society’s also rans.

“Serves them right for being such crap speakers,” I might once have argued. But no longer. One of the salutary effects of journeying down the rabbit hole is that you see the world anew, interrogating all your former, deeply-held preconceptions and reexamining them according to first principles. So, in the case of rhetoric - and debate generally - I no longer automatically assume that they are desirable things just because accumulated tradition and the status quo tells me that this is so. Rather, I’d ask: cui bono?

If you ask me who benefits from rhetoric I’d say, in the first instance, the yarn-spinners, the weavers of words, the silver-tongued. But the bigger beneficiaries of rhetoric, of course, are those who employ them to advance their cause. That’s why oligarchs and Saudi princes pay London QCs top dollar to preserve their interests in the courts. It’s why, in a recent Succession, Shiv got so cross when she discovered that her husband Tom had secured the services of ALL New York’s most aggressive divorce lawyers, meaning that she couldn’t use them herself. Implicit in all the above examples is the widely understood notion that truth - or as here, the rights and wrongs of a case - often comes a poor second to presentation. We take this state of affairs for granted but I don’t think we should because it is at the root of so much that is wrong with our civilisation.

One of the best essays ever written in defence of free speech was John Milton’s 1642 tract Areopagitica. I’ve often quoted it myself to argue against censorship, especially the famous line ‘Let her and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter?’ It’s a seductive argument: bad ideas, perhaps even more than good ideas, should be put to the test in the crucible of debate. But where I think Milton gets a little carried away with his point in his claim that the Truth will always win.

Will it? I think even Milton recognised the flaw in that argument when in Paradise Lost he created the character of Belial, most beautiful of all Satan’s crew of fallen angels and also the most eloquent, who uses ‘words clothed in reason’s garb’ to sway his audience. Milton is surely acknowledging the possibility here that lies, hypocrisy, smooth talking can be more seductive than the naked truth. In fact, he arguably went and proved it by writing a poetic epic in which he set out to praise God, but where the most exciting, charismatic, sympathetic character is actually his anti-hero Satan.

But I digress. I want to make it clear at this point that I’m most certainly not arguing against eloquence, clarity, wit, structure, variety, rhythm, entertainment value or any of the other tricks used by public speakers to make their case more compelling. On the contrary, I tend to think that people who aren’t good at public speaking shouldn’t be engaging in it because they are doing a disservice both to their audience and their subject.

What I am saying, though, contra Areopagitica, is that the truth will not always out. It will not automatically defeat falsehood by dint of its essential truthiness, whose radiant integrity will make itself clear in the ears of all those listening. I know this, inter alia, because of all the debates in which I have participated over the years where - invariably though not always - my team’s cogent arguments against the lunacy of environmentalism have been defeated by the other side’s wailing, often mendacious litany of the damage man has done to the planet and of the urgent need to take expensive, intrusive action to stop him doing any more.

Now we’ve already established, I hope, that the entire foundation of the environmental movement sits on a stagnant swamp of lies. (You’ll have to take my word for it. Otherwise this piece will go on forever). But that hasn’t stopped the tenets of sustainability, and so on, becoming the dominant political narrative of our era. One reason for this is the point attributed to Nazi propagandist Joseph Goebbels, who in turn probably got it from Le Bon: “If you tell a lie big enough and keep repeating it, people will eventually come to believe it.”

Our culture abounds with such lies: evolutionary theory; the Moon Landings; the Kennedy assassination ‘lone gunman’ theory; almost everything we think we know about the First and Second World Wars; modern medicine; the benefits of vaccines; and on and on and on. If ‘debate’ is so helpful in enabling us to sift truth from falsehood, how come it has proved so singularly useless at protecting us from these deceptions? On the contrary, I would argue, that our culture of ‘debate’ actually entrenches them.

One reason for this is that ‘debate’ is so easy to rig. I used to experience this often in my mainstream media days: every time I’d go on the BBC to discuss a particular issue, I’d be doughnutted by three people fully on board, in their marginally differing ways, with the dishonest official narrative. What impression would this have given to the viewers and listeners, would you say? That the line I was arguing was a niche, minority position, natch!

Even when it’s one to one, though, and the encounter really is ‘free and open’, I’m still not convinced that truth has the advantage over falsehood. I wonder this every time I go into battle with Toby Young on our podcast London Calling. When I go out into the lists and argue, as above, that almost everything we have taught to believe from both is a lie, I’m not merely arguing against Tobes but against a paradigm which is daily reinforced and promoted by the entire structure of our civilisation: schools, universities, the media, the entertainment industry, the realm of politics, and so on. I’m forced to make my every point ab initio: I can assume no prior knowledge on the part of my sceptical audience. All Tobes has to do, on the other hand, is assume a tone of wry scepticism or even outright ridicule: “So you’re actually saying that…” It’s not a fair fight.

And suppose on that particular day that Tobes’s battery of rhetorical tropes - or the audience’s lifetime biases - mean that he appears to win the argument does it follow therefore that truth has prevailed? Of course not. Truth is an absolute. It exists independently of any and all cases made for or against it.

Finding the truth of the matter is something that debate seems almost expressly designed NOT to do. It simply pits two sets of ideas against one another and allows the winner to be decided on the basis of the audience’s emotions and the speakers’ eloquence (or charisma, or mendacity or deviousness…) It’s the equivalent of deciding the truth of something by trial by combat: the honest and just party is by no means the one most likely to prevail.

What debate also often does - and arguably this is even more dangerous - is to embed false notions of what is and isn’t acceptable by imposing arbitrary and loaded parameters (aka ‘the terms of the debate’) on the topic being discussed. Debates about climate change, for example, tend to be couched in terms that take as a given that the problem is real.

Here’s a recent example from the Oxford Union: ‘This house believes that low- and middle-income countries should be allowed to exploit their fossil fuel reserves.’ In fact, the only correct and true response to this motion is that every country in the world should be allowed to exploit their fossil fuel reserves because man-made global warming is a lie. Oh, and that that use of the word ‘allowed’ is both bizarre and sinister, because it presupposes that it is right that the world’s economy should be policed by supranational bodies with the power both to decide and enforce what is and isn’t permissible. But I doubt any of the people proposing the motion would have got that far. No doubt they thought they were being edgy enough merely by daring to suggest that fossil fuels shouldn’t be banned everywhere.

Besides, as in the above example, being used to delineate the frame of the Overton Window, debate also serves as a means of advancing the Hegelian Dialectic of problem/reaction/solution. Take that foxhunting debate I participated in at my prep school. I can’t remember the exact title of the motion but it would have been something like “This House believes that foxhunting and other bloodsports have no place in modern society.” Do you see the sly indoctrination going on here? There we all were, schoolboys aged between 7 and 13, being programmed to think a) that ‘bloodsports’ were a problem that we needed to have an opinion on - But why?? Who made this rule? - and that b), at least by implication, their ongoing existence was something that ought to be decided by majority consensus.

So many of the notions that we think of as our own are the product of this kind of relentless but subtle cradle-to-grave programming. The widespread misconception that debate is in any position to solve our myriad problems is one of them. People who call for more debate on this or that issue think they are being reasonable, open-minded, enquiring. But they’re really not. They’re just the helplessly naive pawns and useful idiots of the arch manipulators of the Great Deception.

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Because I love you all and want you to be happy, I’d like few things more than if you were ALL able to join me at my James Delingpole Birthday Bash on August 1st.

Unfortunately, numbers are strictly limited. So please don’t be one of those people - I’m the procrastinating type myself, so I know whereof I speak - who sends me a pleading message a few days before the event saying: “Can you squeeze me in?” Because tragically I might not be able to help.

Here’s why I think you’ll enjoy it. The main event is me doing a live Delingpod with Bob Moran and the conversation is going to be great. You know it is. Apart from my brother Dick - who’ll also be appearing, obvs. - there’s probably no one with whom I have a greater rapport than Bob. And, gosh, do we have a lot to talk about: chemtrails, death jabs, dinosaurs, Satanists, the New World Order etc. All the stuff, basically, that you can’t discuss with your Normie friends, but which here we’ll cover freely and frankly because, hey, you’ll be ...

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James and Dick's Christmas Special - Don't Miss Out!

I was about to start writing Part Two of my piece Most Journalists Don’t Realise They Are Working For Satan, when a thought occurred: “Hang on, James. Shouldn’t you be plugging your show?”

It’s this Saturday, on the off chance you are interested. I quite understand if you’re not: you’re probably busy, this miserable weather doesn’t make you feel like venturing away from home, and anyway, it’ll just be me and Dick on a stage talking rubbish as usual.

You’re right. Dick and I sitting on a stage talking rubbish is indeed what you’re going to get this Saturday evening. As usual we won’t be at all prepared. Well, Dick might but I won’t because I’m lazyI like to keep it real.

The only thing I will have to do in advance is wrap Dick’s present which I got him from Russia. He’s going to really love it because it is about as Dick a present as you could possibly imagine and I want to watch his little eyes light up as he tears off the wrapping.

But to be fair, I do have roughly in my mind some of the few things I want to talk about. One of them is ‘Who Really Runs The World?’, which obviously for us batshit-crazy tinfoil hat loons is one of those ongoing conversations which keeps changing the more we learn. Another is ‘Was Churchill more evil than Hitler?’ We’ve talked about this stuff before but my take on these issues in 2025 is going to be subtly different from the ones you heard in 2024 or 2023, let alone in say 2019 when I was about 90 per cent Normie. (I’m allowing myself 10 per cent off because I did at least know back then that climate change was bollocks).

Will we play the “Yes/No” game? I doubt it because the answer always “No” these days. But you never know. Perhaps Dick might surprise me. Or perhaps he might introduce a wild card game he has invented for the occasion.

There will be no Christmas decorations. Sorry but it’s too early.

Nor, likely, will I wear my Christmas jumper. Too hot.

But we will do the Lords Prayer at the beginning - inter alia, to ward off any demons and because it makes everyone feel amazingly uplifted - and Jerusalem at the end.

Also, you get to see Unregistered Chickens, who just get better and better. Or so I’m told by one of the band members. Dick and Andy the lead singer keep making bitchy remarks about the fact that even when they’re playing at my events I never come to see them. Or only for a few minutes. I try to explain, honestly, that this isn’t because I’m too grand or because I think they’re crap but because before you do a show the very last thing you want to be doing is hanging out with the audience because it drains all the energy you need for the show.

Still I think the thing you’ll enjoy most about the event is hanging out with like minded folk. You’ll be able to put faces to the names of some of the fellow Awake people you know from online. And you’ll be able to talk about all the things - Michelle Obama’s big swinging lunchpack; hybrid creatures bioengineered in the same Antartica DUMB where they breed the children for adrenochrome, were the Thunderbirds puppets actually devised as a result of remote viewing technology which enabled Gerry Anderson to see into the future from the 1960s and watch Konstantin Kisin and the other one presenting Triggerpod? etc - that you will probably avoid bringing up with family round the Christmas dinner table.

It’ll be fun. You’ll really, really enjoy it.

It will be no skin off my nose if you don’t. But I just think if you don’t come you’ll be missing out.

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All They Want Is Your Soul

One of my unlikely podcast guests this week is Nick Griffin.

I say ‘unlikely’ because I’m always slightly wary of people who have been involved in mainstream politics - even if, like Griffin, it was only at the margins.

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Griffin - or Nick, as I suppose I should call him, now he’s my new mate - used to be the leader of the notorious British National Party (BNP). Like the party from which it splintered, the National Front, the BNP was and is one of those outfits which the mainstream media likes to brand as ‘fascist’ and ‘far right’ and ‘basically a bunch of Nazis.’

This would be why, in my days as an MSM journalist, Nick never crossed my radar. He wasn’t the sort of character of whom you could say to your editor “How about we hear what that Nick Griffin has to say for himself?” It would be tantamount to career suicide because, imagine, what if you quite liked him or he said something people agreed with? Far better not to take the risk - and to ignore him - as all self-respecting media folk did.

Anyway, now that very belatedly I’ve had chat with him I’ve discovered that, yes, I do quite like him. And also that he says lots of things I agree with. Many of the people who’ve listened to the podcast share my pleasant surprise. Here’s a typical comment:

“I was brought up believing the BBC hype - NickG is equivalent to Satan […] Please do bring Nick back on. Even some of my ‘awake-ish’ friends still recoil in horror at the mention of his name. This exposure can right this wrong.”

My main reservation about inviting Nick onto the Delingpod wasn’t that he’d be too controversial but that he might be a bit too conventional in his outlook, a bit Normie.

But on this, too, I was pleasantly surprised. As an example of how interesting his conversation is - and perhaps as an incentive to encourage those of you who aren’t already paid subscribers to sign up for an early listen before the podcast goes out free - I want to share with you one of his best anecdotes.

It was prompted when I asked him about whether any attempts had ever been made by shadowy forces to buy him off.

Yes, Nick said. Attempts had been made on a couple of occasions, one of them when he was a member of the National Front.

Representatives of an ultra-orthodox Jew in New York called Rabbi Schiller offered the National Front a large sum of money, on one somewhat surprising condition, which I shall reveal in a moment.

In Italy, meanwhile, on another occasion, some of Nick’s ‘far-right’ fellow travellers were made a similarly generous offer by a wealthy Jewish outfit. Again, the money was dependent on the fulfilment of one surprising term.

Then, Griffin went on, there was the example of his friend in Northern Ireland, a social marketing genius who was offered a blank cheque by Jewish interests, but only on one condition.

Here’s the interesting part. Perhaps you thought - as I certainly did - that in all three instances the Jewish donors would have made the same request: talking more about the Holocaust, maybe; toning down the anti-Semitism; avoiding criticism of Israel; something like that.

But no. The things that were requested were all very different - and also quite unexpected.

In the case of the National Front, the request was that they should stop griping about the perils and iniquities of the banking system.

With the Italians, the request was that they cease to sing the praises of Corneliu Codreanu, a Romanian fascist leader - founder of the Iron Guard - assassinated in the 1930s.

And in the case of the Northern Irish marketing guru, it was that he should stop talking about the evils of abortion.

The three very different provisos only had one thing in common: each was very dear to the heart of the people to whom the money offer had been made. To the National Front, banking was the key plank of their economic argument. To the Italians, Codreanu was a beloved romantic hero and role model. To the Northern Irishman, crusading against abortion was a moral imperative.

“They offer you everything you need,” explained Griffin. “But in every case they are only prepared to give it to you on condition that you sacrifice the thing closest to your heart.”

Perhaps experts in the Kabbala, or the Babylonian Mystery Religions, or the occult generally can explain to me what is going on here. But clearly these offers have great ritual significance - and also go some way towards explaining the nature of a world whose temporary god, according to the scriptures, is Satan.

Yes, you will be granted whatever you want. But not until you’ve first sold your soul.

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Most Journalists Don't Realise They Are Working for Satan

Sometimes my wife’s newspaper tricks me into reading it. I hate it when this happens, still more so when, as it did the other day, it reduces me to a state of apoplexy.

The story that enticed me was headlined: ‘I Went Off Grid At The End Of My Garden To See If I’d Cope After Armageddon.’ It was accompanied by a picture of the author in woollen hat and anorak, looking glum, superimposed onto a still from one of those post-apocalyptic movies where all the ruined tower blocks are now overgrown with weeds. Well, you can see why I was tempted…

What infuriated me was the very first paragraph:

The Russians have invaded. That’s the most credible scenario, though we can’t rule out a climate catastrophe, deadly pandemic or, indeed, nuclear Armageddon.

‘You bastard!’ I swore at the author, one George Chesterton. ‘You despicable traitor to the human race!’

Possibly this was unfair of me. Chesterton will have been given his brief - ‘Keep it light!’ - and probably thought he was just doing his job. It may well be that, being very likely of a Normie persuasion, he didn’t even notice what he was doing here.

But I noticed.

There is nothing remotely ‘credible’ about the ‘scenario’ of a Russian invasion of the UK. Nor, indeed of a ‘climate catastrophe.’ Nor yet, of a ‘deadly pandemic.’ As for ‘nuclear Armageddon’, for that to happen nukes would first have to exist as viable weapons of mass destruction, which I’m not at all convinced that they do.

Every conceit of that opening paragraph is a lie - and an abominable lie at that because each one of them reinforces in the public imagination a premise which has been designed by some very bad people, the worst in the world, to scare us, to manipulate us, and to exploit us.

This piece is a perfect example of why I so loathe and despise my old trade, print journalism. In the guise of innocuous entertainment, it reinforces our Enemy’s mendacious scare narrative.

People reading that article will have done so with their defences down. “Here’s a bit of fun,” they’ll think, as they approach it, recognising from the comical illustration and the positioning of the article not in the main body of the newspaper but in the lighter-read pull-out supplement that this is not to be taken too seriously.

When you’re relaxed you are much more vulnerable to subliminal messaging. The subliminal message here is: “Russia is a threat. Probably the main thing you should worry about right now. War with Russia is very likely. If it weren’t likely the Swedes wouldn’t have produced this booklet called ‘Om Kristen Ellen Kriget Kommer’ - ‘In case of crisis or war’ - which we are now promoting in this light-hearted piece. So when war with Russia comes, don’t say we didn’t warn you.”

What I find particularly objectionable about this - it’s probably the reason I got so cross - is that I’m still in the midst of reading Two World Wars And Hitler - Who Was Responsible? by Jim Macgregor and John O’Dowd. And what that book makes abundantly clear is that neither the First nor the Second World War started by accident. Both wars were orchestrated by the same kind of people - the Anglo-American Establishment, loosely speaking - who are now pushing us inexorably towards the hot stage of the Third World War, perhaps in the Middle East, perhaps in the Ukraine, using the same methods they used to promulgate the first two wars in their long-planned series of three.

Here, in case you missed it, is my long-read take on that subject.

https://www.jamesdelingpole.co.uk/Writing/Articles/how-to-murder-100-million-people-and-come-out-smelling-of-roses

Short version: none of us actually wants war because war is horrible and stops us doing all the much nicer things we’d prefer to do with our lives like having a family, making a home, and not having our friends killed or our limbs blown off. That’s why They - the Predator Class for whom war is a primary business model - can only get us to participate in Their wars through trickery and cajolery and subterfuge.

Subterfuge like that article I just mentioned above. It’s pretending to be a light, frothy, amusing read. But what it really is is pro-war propaganda.

Same goes for the cartoon the same paper - The Daily Telegraph - ran the next day. The cartoon showed someone in a rowing boat flying the white ensign of the Royal Navy shouting through a megaphone “We see you, Putin. We’re ready.” Meanwhile, beneath the waves, in a sinister submarine with some grabby claws at the front, lurks Putin, ready to destroy Britain’s puny defences.

If you went back about 175 years you’d see British newspapers running similarly unfunny cartoons, probably featuring a giant bear (with ‘Russia’ written on it) sneaking up on a lion or a unicorn or maybe a woman draped in a Union flag (with ‘Britannia’ written on her). Plus ça change.

I complained at the beginning about being ‘tricked’ by my wife’s newspaper into reading it. But quite often, if I’m honest, I don’t need to be tricked. As often as not, my incentives are a mix of morbid curiosity and masochism.

When I read the papers, especially The Telegraph where I worked for many years briefly as a specialist news reporter (Arts Correspondent) and mainly as a feature writer and commentator, I feel like a betrayed wife trawling her memory banks in search of all the instances where she should have noticed her husband was having an affair but failed to do so.

Like the injured wife, I now know that my former partner - the mainstream media - is not the decent upstanding chap I thought he was but a creature of monstrous depravity and evil. Indeed, I sometimes wonder whether the media isn’t more wicked than even Hollywood or the music industry. Without the media’s relentless lies and social conditioning, after all, we would not be nearly so susceptible to the machinations of our dark overlords. The press is what allows our enemies to get away with murder.

But I didn’t know this at all in the decades I spent working for it. And the question I often ask myself is: “How could I have missed what now seems so obvious to me?”

The answer, I think, is that as with the NASA space programme, only a handful of people need to be in on the secret. The vast majority of NASA employees, I’m sure, genuinely believed that they were sending men to the moon. The vast majority of mainstream media employees, I’m equally sure, believe (or at least have persuaded themselves) that they are speaking truth to power without fear or favour, getting to the bottom of what’s really happening in the world, being the first to ‘break’ ‘the news’, and so on. In both cases, the innocent dupes are so focused on the minutiae of their specific tasks they don’t have time to consider the bigger picture or ask questions like “But whose agenda am I really serving here?”

Consider the place where all the biggest lies are originally promulgated. The news room. If you’re the kind of person who reads my stuff you’re probably the kind of person who knows already that most of what appears in the news pages is literally fake news. “Terrorist” outrages, for example.

Just recently, there was a story all over the UK media - to which I paid little attention because it was all over the UK media - about some immigrant black person on a train going rogue and stabbing lots of people.

“Bollocks!” was my instant mental reaction when my one of my kids told me about it. Miri AF smells a rat too.

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Let’s assume that our hunch is correct and that the entire story was fake, that the participants were all crisis actors, that it was yet another false flag devised by the intelligence services to ramp up fear, justify more state monitoring and regulation, and usher in the planned Nigel Farage/Reform regime… Surely that must make all the news reporters who wrote up the story complicit in the crime?

Well, no. At least not knowingly complicit. When a terror incident story breaks, the chances are that none of the news reporters who write it up initially will be anywhere near the scene. They will be stuck in the newsroom in London - and under pressure to get the ‘story’ out for ‘edition’, ie in time for it to appear in tomorrow’s print edition of the newspaper.

Therefore, in the first instance they will do little if any additional investigation of the story. They will take their stories from ‘the wires’, that is from the various press agencies, Associated Press (AP), Reuters and Agence France-Presse (AFP). All the press agencies are owned and controlled by the Cabal. Their job is to put out the official narrative, as dictated to them by The Powers That Be. But there’s no reason why the grunt hacks who take their stories from ‘the wire’ should know this. As far as most journalists are concerned, the Press Agencies are the gold standard, with bigger budgets, bigger staff, more access to information than anyone. No need to query their ‘facts’ either because all your competitor newspapers will be using the same information, which is all that really matters: consistency.

As the story develops there will be room for more active reporting: human interest stories about the experiences of the ‘victims’, a site trip to the location of the incident perhaps incorporating descriptive colour and the reactions of local people, etc.

But any independent reporting will be heavily constrained. Suppose, say, reporters had wanted to visit the Huddersfield train to see for themselves the blood-stained carriage. Well they wouldn’t have been allowed on board, most likely, because the police would have declared it to be a ‘crime scene.’ Same with access to the ‘victims’: it would be rendered impossible, for any number of reasons, from ‘too traumatised’ or ‘unwilling to speak’ or ‘being treated in hospital.’ So really, why bother? Why not instead do what news rooms do and rewrite stories from the wires….

This explains something I often noticed as a journalist but could never quite put my finger on: why disaster stories always felt slightly unreal and the reporting on them always a bit unsatisfactory.

I remember, for example, the incident in 2013 when a British soldier called Lee Rigby was supposedly beheaded in the streets of London by Islamist terrorists. This is quite an unusual and dramatic and frankly hard-to-pull-off thing to occur. How did they spot him if he was in civilian clothes? How come no one intervened as the baddies were busily chopping his head off? Why were the eye-witness accounts so mysteriously sketchy? Why wasn’t there more blood - I mean isn’t there LOTS of blood when you chop someone’s head off?

Neither on the day when I read the ‘news’ - nor in the subsequent follow-up reports, did I get any sense that what purportedly had happened really had happened. This didn’t mean that I discounted the story. For years afterwards, I trusted - because the newspapers wouldn’t lie, I thought - that there was a soldier called Lee Rigby and that he really had been beheaded in the street by two Islamic terrorists. But something about it just didn’t feel right and it was only years later that I realised why: that the whole thing was another bollocks, staged, false-flag operation.

When The Powers That Be are setting up fake news stories like this, one thing they are careful to factor in is repetition. That is, in order for the Big Lie to embed itself in the public consciousness it has to be repeated over and over again until even the very stupid people at the back of the class have taken the Big Lie onboard. One way the media effects this with news stories is to drip out new pieces of information each day, supposedly reflecting the diligent further inquiries of reporters, but really just reflecting how the lie narrative has been storyboarded: Day One: the sketchy, bare bone facts as the story breaks; Day Two: the shocked aftermath, prayers and tributes; Day Three: tales of heroism and tragedy from plucky survivors and grieving relatives.

With the Huddersfield train story, one of the ways they kept it alive was with human interest stories about passengers who had heroically fought back. A story in the online regional newspaper Nottinghamshire Live, later picked up by all the big league tabloids such as the Mail, told of a “Huntingdon train hero” who had been planning to watch his football team Nottingham Forest play at an away game in Austria. Cruelly and unforgivably, according to the story, the airline Ryanair had refused to refund his flight.

Further down the report is the interesting detail that ‘an online fundraiser via JustGiving’ has been created in the hero’s name ‘with the hopes of financially supporting him while he recovers from his injuries.’ Already, we learn, ‘more than £50,000’ has been raised.

I’d lay £50,000 that no reporters on any newspaper will have been there to examine the scars when he pulled off his bandages. As we journalists used to joke back in the day - and as quite possibly they still do - ‘never let the facts get in the way of a good story.’

Everyone who doesn’t work in the media assumes that everyone who does work in the media must be knowingly complicit in the lies that the media spews out every day. My contention, as a former insider, is that this ain’t necessarily so.

So who does know? I suspect by the time you get to the level of editor - or just before you are offered the job - that it is made clear to you what the deal is. Editors, even now that no one buys newspapers, get outrageous pay packages, often including perks like chauffeur-driven cars daily from their agreeable country homes. They also get to become figures of influence. It’s possible that shilling on behalf of evil Satanic elites and destroying their people and their country wasn’t what they signed up for when they started out as cub reporters/got fast tracked to the leader page editorial team thanks to their Oxbridge degree. But big money makes nasty conscience problems go away.

Lower down the feeding chain, it’s hard to say who is genuinely compromised and who is just a useful idiot of the corrupt system. But I’d say that the vast majority of hacks fit into the latter category. One reason I’m pretty sure of this is that I know journalists to be incorrigible gossips. In my day, a lot of them used to drink quite heavily too. What do you talk about over a pint? You talk about work. You trade inside information. And I can assure you that never once in my years as a journalist, including several years as a newspaper staffer, did I ever hear a news hack say anything like: “Well you realise that Diana was still alive and able to walk when they pulled her out of the vehicle. A Merovingian blood sacrifice, that’s what it was, orchestrated by Prince Philip” or “Head chopped off in the streets of Woolwich? You’re bloody kidding me, aren’t you? Everyone in the know knows that this was another MI5 false flag.” Nor, ever, did I hear a hack on the foreign desk intimate that 9/11 was an inside job.

The fact is that most journalists actually believe the crap that goes under their bylines. News reporters, certainly, because most news reporters don’t do any actual reporting. Rather they collate and lightly edit the information that has been handed to them by trusted authorities - the emergency services, the news agencies, etc. Their main sin - and it’s a venial one, not a venal one - is to be far too trusting of their sources. And too lazy - or time pressed - to make independent inquiries.

Because I was never myself a proper news reporter - being Arts Correspondent doesn’t really count because all it involves is going to theatrical first nights and writing about arts funding crises and such like - I don’t consider myself responsible for any of the disgusting Cabal propaganda the Telegraphran in its news pages while I was working for it.

But that doesn’t quite let me off the hook. Earlier I described the news room - though strictly speaking I should have said ‘editorial conference’ - as the place where all the biggest newspaper lies are originally promulgated. It’s the opinion formers, though, in the comment and editorial sections who do the worse damage, in my view. And since I was one of them, I feel I owe you an explanation. But that will have to wait till the second part of this piece…

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