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The Blog of Peter Forsythe in Hong Kong
Today’s Democrats wouldn't tarnish their karma by attempting to win the votes of white men. They are strictly the party of unmarried women, status-conscious graduates, identity- and victimhood-based groups, and the unfathomably aggrieved offspring of assimilated immigrants.
It used to be said that Democrats were for acid, amnesty and abortion. Today, they are the party of Palestine, pronouns and police abolition.
An Occasional Reader accused me recently of being one of the 100% certain people. I am one of "the stupid" according to a Bertrand Russell meme this Reader helpfully included. Or I'm "the worst" according to Yeats, below.
Of all the things that I'm roooly, roooly sensitive about being accused, perhaps being a "Certaint-ist" is one of the very worst. Right up there with being accused, by AI algos of being a "Luddite".
Yet I often quote the W.B.Yeats line from "The Second Coming", one of the few I've committed to memory:
"The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity."
Clearly quote this because I see myself as "lacking conviction", even if not all. I mean, lacking conviction, as in "not certain", absolutely not 100% convinced of a thing.
Though of course having "passionate intensity" may not be a bad thing at all. One might not be all all "the worst" for having it, so it's a nuanced thing. But that's another issue.
I repost my post from 22nd July, 2022, "Certainty brings insanity". And republish below:
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Anyway, I do like them. All three, which are:
I like that last one, which would be my answer to one of those quizzes “what’s your favourite hate?”.
Which I’ve always thought my “favourite hate” is: “Blind Faith”. As in W. B. Yeats from “The Second Coming”:
“The best lack all conviction,the worst are full of passionate intensity”.
Like religious nutters. Who will kill themselves while murdering innocents. How can we deal with those blinded by faith? Who have no time for other ideas, who are made crazy by absolute certainty?
As we see on the far Left and the far Right.
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[*] Ann Althouse, 22nd July, 2022:
That's a cute little BBC animation that I found after that Bret Stephens column — blogged here — made me think about the old aphorism "Know thyself." Stephens was talking about the "self-satisfied elite" who didn't understand the point of view of the non-elite. It made me think: How dare these people regard themselves as elite if they are self-satisfied? They are not educated if they haven't looked into the functioning of their own mind, especially if they satisfy themselves with contempt for others.
Here's Wikipedia on "Know thyself":
The Ancient Greek aphorism "know thyself" (Greek: γνῶθι σεαυτόν, transliterated: gnōthi seauton...) is the first of three Delphic maxims inscribed in the forecourt of the Temple of Apollo at Delphi.... The two maxims that follow "know thyself" were "nothing to excess" and "certainty brings insanity." In Latin the phrase, "know thyself", is given as nosce te ipsum or temet nosce.
"Certainty brings insanity" is the least well-known of those aphorisms. It explains a lot!
Much more at that Wikipedia link, but — here — I'll just show you this cool painting from the 1600s, inscribed with the Latin phrase [Nosce te Ipsum. Know thyself]:
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
I took this photo in Russia: an abandoned factory, in an abandoned town, in an abandoned countryside, of an abandoned ideology. Where lives were lived in quiet desperation.
It was on our cross Russia trip, four men in a Voxy, from Vladivostok to Moscow in the Spring of 2013.
Last night I listened to a radio play on YouTube. H.G. Wells’ “The Door in the Wall”. Wells's door is “the” Door; it is his missed opportunities. This one above is just “a” door. One of many. Of many missed opportunities. In Soviet Russia and in today’s Russkyie Putiniskyie.
There are abandoned villages and towns all across the vast plains of Siberia. We drove through them.
This photo was served up to me in my daily feed. Just after I’d listened to the Wells story. But, no, I’m sure AI had nothing to do with it….
Piazza del Popolo, Fontana del Nettuno, Rome, 1975.
As we wend our way from London to India, in our clapped out Ford Anglia.
Imagine. Four young folks, Aussies, living in London, early twenties, two blokes, two sheilas. Boyfriends and girlfriends. I’d been given this Ford Anglia by an Aussie mate who was leaving London. Broke as he was, as we all were, this rusted pile of junk was too crappy, even for him, to bother trying to sell.
So I decided to drive the “hippy trail”, London to India. Why not? I figured we’d go as far as we could and dump it…whenever and wherever.
I needed some company. “Shall we try it?” I asked my girlfriend, my mates. “You beauty!” they answered.
So off we went. Simple as that. A spare tyre strapped to the roof was all our prep. Oh, the magic of youth. The spontaneity. Oh, the stupidity. The foolishness.
We ended up making it all the way to India. The Anglia stopped right there in New Delhi. And never went again. It was like “well I’ve done my job, now get out”. We gave it away to the Delhi police.
Our route: London, Belgium, France, Germany, Switzerland, Italy, Yugoslavia, Greece, Turkey, Iran, Afghanistan, Pakistan, India.
Number of pictures we took along the way: about seven. Imagine today. You’d have photos coming out your ears: on your phone, on your laptop, on your iPad… instagram, blogs, vlogs, dogs, YouTube, pix of food, people, silly cats and selfies…
Still, I wonder how many you’ll treasure in coming years. Could you find them 50 years later?
How about 80 years later?
I have been going through some pictures of my mum and dad and baby me, in immediate post-war Japan, 1946 to 1952. They’re 80 years old. Black and white and tiny. Yet still in perfect condition. Immediately accessible in a lovely, black-bound, black-paged photo album, 80 years old. With the photos labelled in white ink, steel nib, in my mothers’s young, very elegant calligraphy.
I cannot find a single photo from the ski trek I did across Greenland in 2006. Sled dogs and Inuit. Glaciers and ice cliffs. High skies and a vast Whiteland. Sleeping in tents on the sea ice. Eating seal, polar bear and musk-ox meat.
Photos? Many taken. Many beautiful. All Gone. Lost in the ether.
Makes you wonder, dunnit? About the downsides of plenitude and ease. Of “convenience”.
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| Our ancient Anglia (aka "Wrangle") on the Khyber Pass Afghanistan-Pakistan border, May 2025 |
The long war. Reflections on cease-fire in Gaza.
A long post below by Rod D. Martin.
A very good perspective.
I believe Hamas are evil. They kill and maim Israelis, Jews preferably. They also kill and brutalise their own people.
Gaza could have been beautiful and rich. It was Hamas, and the people that voted for them, who turned Gaza into the tunnel-riddled charnel house it is today. Who use their own people as shields. Then blame the sword. It doesn’t wash.
Which is why no Arab state wants them. Not Egypt. Not Jordan. Not Syria. Not Lebanon. Nor even their patron death-cultists, the IRGC in Iran. Nobody in the Arab world wants them. Because as soon as they are in a new country they cause mayhem and butchery. No one wants that. Not even a majority Palestinian country like Jordan. Only in the west do we want them. At least a loony lot of us appear to want to invite them into our society. Including, incredibly, many in the LGBTQ community.
I have believed Hamas are evil since I first studied them in 2005. I saw that they followed the ideology of the Nazis. They made nazism even worse. They fused a millenarian, supremacist, misogynist, homophobic ideology to it. They throw in a Sky God who will drown you in virgin beauties if you die in pursuit of “killing Jews wherever you find them” (per the Hamas Charter). Killing Jews and Christians. And atheists like me, too.
Read the Koran. It’s all there. Read the Hamas Charter. This is its foundational and guiding document. Then read the Israel Declaration of Independence. I point out the clear differences in motivation.
Prove me wrong.
Disclaimer: I don’t buy Martin’s “Trump as a 4-D chess player” narrative. I wish it were true. But I doubt it.
Back to Rod:
Some of you are telling me the Gaza deal can't last. You're not seeing the whole board.
There are two default assumptions at work here.
The first is that Islamist radicals can just spontaneously produce missiles, guns, and money from thin air. They can't.
The second is just general black pilling, which is frankly stupid. So you're demoralized: big whoop. You'd have been more demoralized in the summer of 1940, or for that matter of 1942. And you'd have been just as wrong. Get over yourself. Look at the facts.
Maybe I’m even an "influencer"
… yeah, right. Dream on, buddy.
But here's the thing. The other day I had a look at the metrics on this blog.
First I'll set the table.
I've never spent any time, since I started here in 2009, pushing the blog. I don't do any of the usual stuff you do if you want more clicks and "engagement".
I've not allowed Comments from the outset. Mainly because I didn't want the hassle of moderating them. And also I don't want my fragile ego bruised by criticisms. I just can't handle it. I do take email comments though, and engage with those, usually and eventually.
I don't accept any ads, which would make Google itself push the blog. None of that.
So, I've not done any of the things you're supposed to do if you want to increase viewership.
I started writing in 2009, just as a place to keep references to the subject I was studying at the time: namely Islam. Hence the blog's URL (“The Battle of Tours”)
Every now and then, like every few years, I might look to see how many people were condescending to read what I write. It was like, some people. As in, more than zero, but less that a whole lot.
Then the other day I had another look. And wow! Over recent 12 months I've had 3.4 million views. On some posts 70+ thousands. Crikey!
That's nothing, of course, compared with most real influencers. But to me, it's a whole lot...
It's a shocker really. I mean in a good way. Like, a surprise. So much so that I hd to double-check. It’s true. What's happened is a build up over time by word of mouth.
AI tells me that blogs like mine, which have been going on, continuously for many years, on the subjects I cover, are relatively rare. Most everyone has gone over to Podcasts, YouTube, Tik Tok, Instagram, Twitch, X, Rumble, etc..
Anyhoo. Congrats to me! And thanks to youze all, you Dear Readers, née Occasional Readers. Mwah... 💋
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[Article 13] THE STATE OF ISRAEL will be open for Jewish immigration and for the Ingathering of the Exiles; it will foster the development of the country for the benefit of all its inhabitants; it will be based on freedom, justice and peace as envisaged by the prophets of Israel; it will ensure complete equality of social and political rights to all its inhabitants irrespective of religion, race or sex; it will guarantee freedom of religion, conscience, language, education and culture; it will safeguard the Holy Places of all religions; and it will be faithful to the principles of the Charter of the United Nations.
[Article 16]. WE APPEAL - in the very midst of the onslaught launched against us now for months - to the Arab inhabitants of the State of Israel to preserve peace and participate in the upbuilding of the State on the basis of full and equal citizenship and due representation in all its provisional and permanent institutions. [Here]
Israel will exist and will continue to exist until Islam will obliterate it, just as it obliterated others before it. (Preamble)The Day of Judgment will not come about until Muslims fight Jews and kill them. Then, the Jews will hide behind rocks and trees, and the rocks and trees will cry out: 'O Moslem, there is a Jew hiding behind me, come and kill him." (Article 7)Palestine is an Islamic land... Since this is the case, the Liberation of Palestine is an individual duty for every Muslim wherever he may be. (Article 13)The Zionist project is a racist, aggressive, colonial and expansionist project based on seizing the properties of others; it is hostile to the Palestinian people and to their aspiration for freedom, liberation, return and self-determination. The Israeli entity is the plaything of the Zionist project and its base of aggression. (2017, Article iv).
Sam Harris’ key points: