The Fifth Twink

It's all connected. I don't just mean in the sense that the various degenerates and perverts who afflict our world all seem reminiscent of similar degenerates and perverts on other continents: Thus the son of the Crown Princess of Norway, presently on trial in Oslo for the rapes of four women, comes across merely as this season's Hunter Biden, albeit considerably less lavishly remunerated and without (yet) a short-lived artistic pre-eminence. But, more parochially, I am thinking of the reflections - through a glass, darkly - of the wretched headlines in this little website's above-mentioned musical content. Thus, a famous song by the late Alan and Marilyn Bergman:

Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone...

Do we ever reach the last tunnel? The final cavern? I think one can take it as read that there the sun has never shone. And, should one ever locate it, is it just an outpost of Philip K Dick's Simulacra? Or the Hollywood Matrix trannies' simulacra? Or is the tranny simulacrum just a simulacrum of the Dick simulacrum, and vice-versa?

To prevent driving oneself mad, it occasionally helps to stop following the tunnel and linger awhile on some small detail. Two days after the Epstein files were released, there came the latest development in what the Metropolitan Police have called a "conspiracy" to firebomb the British Prime Minister's various properties and motor vehicles in north London. It is an unusual "conspiracy" in that, per Scotland Yard's theory of the case, it appears to have been dreamed up by fetching young Slav twinks who are reported to be "aspiring models", in the way that young black men who meet untimely ends in the United States are all said to be "aspiring rappers".

Speaking of ends, timely or otherwise, what do male models do while they're still in the "aspiring" phase? If you've ever met an "aspiring model", you might share my scepticism that these are the lads to whom one would entrust a "conspiracy" to target a G7 head of government. Three of the "men" were born in Ukraine - Petro Pochynok, 35; Stanislav Carpiuc, 27; and Roman Lavrynovych, 21. To date, the fourth's origins have not been disclosed - Israeli? Russian? Uighur? Minnesota Somali? In one of his rare statements on his rare propensity to attract incendiary Ukrainian male models, Sir Keir told the Commons that the firebombings of his many homes represent "an attack on all of us, on democracy and the values that we stand for". So he's bravely taking Roman's candle so that you don't have to.

At any rate, on Sunday the fifth twink dropped. He is reported to be nineteen. Which means he would have been eighteen at the time of the Starmer firebombings last May. Which means he would have been seventeen at the time Sir Keir last lived at the targeted properties.

Hmm. Seventeen. I wonder how old the sixth "aspiring model" will be. To switch songs in mid-sentence, you follow your Donbass twink down one tunnel after another only to find you're now in a big French pop hit from the Seventies for poor, doomed Dalida:

Il venait d'avoir dix-huit ans
C'était le plus bel argument
De sa victoire
Il ne m'a pas parlé d'amour
Il pensait que les mots d'amour
Sont dérisoires...

Which means:

He had just turned eighteen
It was the most beautiful argument
For his victory
He didn't speak to me of love
He thought that words of love
Are ridiculous...

Instead:

Il m'a dit 'c'était pas si mal'
Avec la candeur infernale
De sa jeunesse...

Which means:

He told me 'that wasn't bad'
With the infernal candour
Of his youth...

The candid inferno of Starmer's youths is taking it to a whole other level.

On the other hand, Jeffrey Epstein and "Lord" Mandelson do speak words of love - although at one point Jeffrey regrets that their friendship has been "a one-way street", like Sir Keir's with the massed ranks of the Ukrainian male-modelling community. Mandelson responds that "I never left your side ...and I never turned away", except perhaps to move to a more accessible position. In November 2009 Epstein is very concerned about his UK Cabinet pal's involuntary sexual drought:

Are you sure the backpressure from you lack of sex is not turning your brain into fois gras

To which milord replies:

It's certainly a serious problem... Cure coming to London from S'hai next weekend.

Ah, so the Chinese are in on it too?

Come the weekend, the correspondence continues. Jeffrey:

Has the eagle landed?

Peter:

Long landing thanks... now going to eat something.

Jeffrey:

Are you being disgusting?

I think that goes without saying. At the time of this exchange Mandelson was Lord President of Her (late) Majesty's Privy Council, a very respectable position in the pervocracy that now rules the entire western world. We had occasion to quote Mandy's Canadian equivalent just the other day. No idea whether he's also off to eat something.

Serious question for the head honcho at Scotland Yard, Commissioner Sir Mark Rowley:

"Lord" Mandelson has been credibly accused - by this week's Prime Minister - of serious offences from national-security breaches to outright treason. Why have you not yet raided Mandelson's homes and seized all his devices, as you would for a tweeter such as Lucy Connolly?

Or has his "Lordship" said he needs a little more time to wipe the Windows 98 desktop Bill gave him in exchange for the antibiotics from the Privy Council medicine cabinet?

(UPDATE! That was quick: The yard has finally got off its arse.)

Incidentally, there are some two hundred sovereign states around the world. Don't you find it odd that Sir Keir is getting his fill exclusively from natives of the one country where the plucky valiant menfolk are all supposed to be in the trenches dodging incoming Russian drones? As opposed to being in the Kentish Town trenches helping out a Labour drone gagging for some Ukrainian incoming? Are those blue-and-yellow flag avatars one still sees all over Twitter now strictly a sexual code?

Oh, well. The word around Westminster is that Starmer has outlived his uselessness, and Tony Blair's latest candidate, last heard of advocating for a 24/7 panopticon state at the Christmas knees-up of the "Tony Blair Institute", is about to be eased into position. That would be Shabana Mahmoud, who this time next week will be Britain's first Muslima prime minister.

With all due respect to the all-seeing surveillance state, that's what's given us the present ruling class of pervert billionaires and their stooges: with an entire political class cordoned off behind the security barrier from more conventional stress-relief, only chaps with private islands and other obliging globalist titans can take care of your needs. That's why sans Epstein Mandelson is reduced to pissing in the street. Starmer's entire public persona is a murky lie; Mandelson spent three decades hiding in plain sight. Hollowed men in caverns where the sun has never shone. The hollow Starmer's eminence grise is the Irish chancer McSweeney, whose mentor was the micturating Mandelson, whose pitcher was the bi-nonce Epstein. It's not going to get any prettier higher up.

But, back down at the footling level of "politics", that's your choice in end-stage western democracy: perverts or Muslims - unless you're in an English provincial town, where the two options are combined.

Down a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own... girls... boys... Lords President of the Imperial Privy Council... Norwegian princesses, Israeli prime ministers, titans of industry, climate-change activists...

The system cannot be saved. There is no going back. We shall have to go through ...to whatever awaits in the last hollow.

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