Drawing a line in the sand

... otherwise known as red lines” or “crossing the Rubicon”

A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far far away called the noughties internet, there was a blog group called Bloghounds, which had people from Old Labour to High Tory in it, probably from devil worshippers and marxists to High Anglicans. And the only way that could survive was first of all, civil discourse at all times, or else blocking and giving reasons why.

That group did survive for quite awhile but eventually, inevitably succumbed to the actions of the same sort as the current Fabian leaderships in the west, identifying the redlines of western society which some have called cultural Christianity, which meant that you didn’t overstep other’s lines or as Tim Worstall called it ... classical liberalism ... and trying to wreck them, turning civil society into sodom, gormorrah and permabloodbath on the streets.

Thus you didn’t shag goats, knife anyone you didn’t like, harass others in the streets and tell them it’s your land now, you didn’t feel free to gang rape girls as young as kids with the participation of plod, you didn’t invite in rainbow coloured drag queens to your class to address seven year olds about anal sex. TDS today:

Why were we westerners against such things ... in fact, never countenanced them? The majority were hardly deeply religious, and yet we’d observe unwritten lines in the sand all the time. Hypocrisy? Maybe ... Christine Keeler and Mandy Rice Davies, we weren’t too impressed by Lord Lucan or Arnie getting his housekeeper preggers. We drew the line at rent boys at the home of the denizen of n10.

Those among us who saw ourselves as libertarian, meaning no holds barred, do as thou wilt and to hell with your neighbour thought it quite a wheeze to bait the high churchies and thus one (an averred marxist by the way) came over to my site or emailed or whatever a cartoon of Jesus urinating ... oh what a hoot. Think I was meant to go all Mary Whitehouse or Bishop Fireandbrimstone but my first thought was that that was God’s Department, He could deal with it on Judgement Day.

Lines in the sand. I draw the line at railing against something and then wallowing in that very thing online, saying look at this filth globopsycho’s into ... go on, rub your nose in it, throw up. Or to go all Tolkien about it ... imagine you’re in Hobbiton and one night, the dark riders come through, slaughtering like Hamas or whoever. Or Orcs. Or Morlocks in The Time Machine. Or like scenes from Podesta cartoons.

Incidentally, this was flying across my window this morning ... what sort of monster is it, would you say?

Then someone thinks wouldn’t it be a wheeze to do some spirit cooking or create cartoons of monsters and get someone to send them to “civil” sites with lines in the sand.

We’ve all read The Hobbit I guess. These are some illustrations produced for an unpublished version. | https://monsterbrains.blogspot.com/2020/04/peter-klucik-illustrations-for.html

And what about High Catholicism’s Vatican receiving hall’s ceiling “art”? Really Christian, dontchafink? On a par with Denver Airport’s “art” ... compare to church art over the past eight hundred years, once past the stage of Hieronymus Bosch.

Bottom line of this post is that everyone has personal lines in the sand, red lines, Rubicons we don’t cross ... it’s just that we each have different lines. I’d argue that even fifty years ago in Britain, most denizens’ lines more or less roughly coincided ... at least enough to luve civilly with one another.

Then along came the High Malcontents, Fabian or demonic as you will, and thus we get, this morning, via our author across the way DAD:

Macron deflects.

During a trip to Saarbrücken, Germany, Emmanuel Macron delivered a blistering speech on Friday, October 3, on the responsibility of social media in the weakening of Western democracies. “We were extremely naive to entrust our democratic space to social media that are controlled either by major American entrepreneurs or by large Chinese companies whose interests are not at all the survival or proper functioning of our democracy,” he declared, calling on Europe to “suddenly awaken.”

(In other words – we want to control it.)

I’d say far more than that. To quote Lara Logan:

Lara Logan masterfully deconstructs the architecture of modern control. She reveals a simple, repeating pattern used to dismantle society: the weaponization of our most fundamental truths. The elite create “problems” that are inherently unsolvable. Your race, your biological sex, the very CO2 you exhale—these are framed as existential threats. But how do you “solve” your own skin color? How do “fix” your innate masculine or feminine nature? How do you eliminate a gas that is the bedrock of all plant life? You cannot. That is the entire point. By turning natural human instincts and biological realities into crimes, they manufacture perpetual conflict. They isolate us, break down communication, and ensure we are too busy fighting amongst ourselves to see the real threat. This is the core of the race narrative, the climate agenda, and transgender ideology. It is a deliberate attack on creation itself, designed to foster division and self-loathing so that we become easier to control. They must control our food, our movements, and even our thoughts. Logan reminds us of a simple, powerful truth: it is natural to gravitate toward your own, to find comfort in shared culture and understanding. This is not a war crime; it is human nature. They have made it one because a divided people cannot conquer their oppressors. The tactic is ancient: Divide and Conquer. The solution is to recognize the pattern. Once you see it, you cannot unsee it. It’s not about being a genius; it’s about having the courage to reject the lies and reclaim what is natural, true, and beautiful about our shared humanity.

To overcome the bstds directly threatening us now, there needs to be a situation in society when our lines in the sand are once again tolerable to others at a slight distance ... and for those other fanatical lines refusing to tolerate us ... expunged from our land.