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The story of how Sutenbastud came and what he did doesn’t explain what he meant. Yes, he was a demented chancer whose ability to manipulate was seized then put to use by a greedy behemoth - but he was also much more. He was a messenger, a probe from a past seeking ways to re-invent itself. He was both the problem and the consequence. When I eventually grasped that he wasn’t so much an individual as he was an avatar belonging to a parasitic order, I chose to dedicate some of my adult curiosity to try and understand it.
What is Sutenbastud? It is ruin by intent. It is the attempt to profit morally or commercially from divides, notably race - which in the last three years has become especially ubiquitous. It is the claim to abide fashionable rights, such as “anti-racism” or “gender equality”, and simultaneously, it is the oil slick of confected pandering and fake guilt that sees mostly affluent, white elite profiles shrieking about being “ashamed” of “racism” or “transphobia” - which like Islamophobia, isn’t really a word or a thing. It is brutal, dishonest, deceptive and completely unaccountable; it lives in the shadows of charities and international NGOs, fronts academia and recently, business too. Sutenbastud is almost every single western legacy media journalist, reality television star, sporting body bureaucrat, civil servant and self-appointed activist. Emboldened by the last three years of meek submission, it has broken more cover than ever before to intrude upon your future prospects through radioactive abbreviations - from ULEZ to ESG to DEI and CRT. It is the enemy you may not have known you had, but will in all likelihood have to fight - lest you desire to spend the rest of your time enslaved to unfamiliar routines courtesy of its latest obsessions (current things). Sutenbastud is the ultimate dopamine flex, the architect of much of the simulation you sometimes worry your life has become and the thread which luxury beliefs - climate, race, gender - are now sewn into western society with. It did not come from South Africa.
This - the origin question - is answered in part by examining the strange European exiles who entered American academia in the 1930s and 1940s, who scattered seeds of destructive ideas and despair into a country they privately saw as an anathema to all they knew of the world - the very definition of Antonio Gramsci’s “long march through the institutions”. Furthermore, you can study the hippy movement, and arrive at your own conclusions as to whether that age was a genuine shift in human consciousness or just an engineered scam made to appear as such. And you can draw upon the present - the circumstances determined by western society’s prosperity, then decadence and excess - the result of once poor men and women who suddenly made money, then splurged it on their offspring with the best intentions leading to the worst possible results. The “I-was-poor-so-you-don’t-have-to-be” parental management module is now being eyed as one explanation as to why the children of the wealthy - or even just comfortable - choose to lie down in front of 18-wheelers in the name of “environmental justice”, or desecrate war memorials, or protest on behalf of people in countries who almost certainly want to kill them.
That I’ll leave you to determine if you haven’t already; for the time being, I’ve documented experiences that speak to Sutenbastud’s role in the world, how it creates panic then changes subject, shape-shifts, brazenly breaks rules it was responsible for drafting then ignites distractions as it slimes its way onward through every inch of western society. You could argue: “Well, that’s just wokeness,” but Sutenbastud was here long before the incels at the Miriam Webster dictionary decided to print that abhorrent word, then shove their arms up its bottom.
As the results indicate, western society is not nearly as robust as we may have hoped.
To ruin relationships, all you needed to do was make men the object of hatred, diminish the importance of masculinity - then compensate by making pornography widely accessible. In 2015 I listened to a man called the owner of a hedge fund called Michael Farmer (now the father-in-law of the American Conservative commentator Candace Owens) describe how a Home Counties GP had approached him having noted a worrying trend in teenage girl patients, most below the age of 13. They were having frequent anal sex, and were suffering internal injuries. Nobody paid attention, and when coof made landfall in Italy and the degenerate scumtard pedos running PornHub in Canada gave Italians free access to “exclusive” website content, quarters of society cheered - as though this was some great, generous thing.
To ruin order, all you needed to do was mock God, and those who believe in Him - especially if the former do not buy into the progressive reimagining, witnessed through the hundreds of clergymen you’ll encounter in spastic fits during Pride parades every June, dancing shirtless, covered in glitter, wearing white gloves and high heels.
To ruin the creativity process, all you needed to do was shit in a bed in 1999, then throw some vodka bottles and spent condoms across it, lobby your friends to get you a Turner Prize nomination - then trouser £2.5m in 2014 when the carbuncle was eventually sold (Tracey Emin). You could also build monstrosities - as the architect and Palestine enthusiast Richard Rogers spent his career doing - with the objective probably being to house all those girl-boss, man-hating single mother families, or Italians addicted to their computers.
To ruin value, all you needed to do was appoint incompetent men in schemes called “central banks” whose responsibility - other than to ensure they never left home without their Pride lanyards - was to push the green button on the money printer.
And to ruin the treasure of real progress, understanding, tolerance and decency, all you needed to do was rubbish a century’s worth of considerable gains in race relations, augment victimhood and continue furnishing the grievance pyramid with additional triangles, establishing senses of entitlement as sets of unwavering perspectives. Whilst all of those ways to ruin society can - and have been - fleshed out into a litany of studies, it is mostly Sutenbastud’s idea of race that I’ve explored here.
But Sutenbastud isn’t a black idea. There are indeed black people today - activists, authors, academics (and YouTubers) - who’ve benefited from its insidious concept, but they were not its originators. Sutenbastud came from white people - irredeemably unhappy, damaged, jealous, deranged lunatics arrogant and/or evil enough to believe they had the right to enact their revenge on the world, or at best, knew the answers to its problems.
My original Sutenbastud, Anthony Tice, was English, white, from North London, and because North London is filled with self-righteous wanker-ism, and has been for decades, he proved - for me - a valuable study of the condition, exposing me to things I could later identify in others. For the longest time this area of the capital has been a metaphor for particularly affected, unnecessarily dramatic profiles complaining about things called the “right wing” and more recently, “the far right”. Recent events have completely destroyed the theory that criticism of North London is “anti-semitic”; today, the majority of residents of North London - the BBC, Guardian and other corporate executive types - shriek their support for terrorists, Hamas being the present darling. I know this because I live in North London: every single time I encounter some overeducated, noodle-armed gimp on Parliament Hill wearing a tight jean-short mouthing off about some or other “injustice” between mouthfuls of vegan falafel from plastic cartons, I remember Johannesburg.
And how it spread. Thanks to Sutenbastuds like Harriet Harman, a posh British politician who was once the deputy leader of the Labour Party, we never stopped doing something we should have a long time ago. That is, to keep referring to “left” and “right” as though these remain just, logical explanations for political positions. Harriet was keen on old Fidel Castro in Cuba, just as Sutenbastud Justin Trudeau’s mother was, and although she never managed a private audience in the way Justin’s mother did, she continued to project Fidel as a “left” wing hero - this, despite him being a billionaire in an impoverished country, who persecuted gays and ensured his brother Raoul eventually succeeded him. That we remain daft enough to still consider people like former British Prime Ministers David Cameron and Boris Johnson “right” reveals a lack of motivation to emerge from a lazy slumber, and tragically, an inability to extract ourselves from Sutenbastud’s instant gratification spiral.
Sutenbastud is “left” and “right”. Black, brown and white. When it suits it, yellow too. Sure, you could partially describe its political application as the uni-party expression, but it extends way beyond: in the United Kingdom today there is not a school or university that hasn’t been infected. With its effete, submissive leadership, the Church of England has become a victim and Britain’s civil service, long suspected of employing people who actually hate their own country, is beyond rescue.
As an outsider I discovered just how Sutenbastud the United Kingdom’s so-called “deep state” was in June 2020, when the permanent secretaries from 3 of the most important departments, namely DEFRA (environment, food and rural affairs), Defence and Education, composed emails and social media posts claiming that racism was alive in their departments. To self-own in that way you need to be either incredibly thick, terrified, or something else. To include “something else” is to invite the accusation of conspiracy theorist, but fortunately, like “racist”, that smear has lost all credibility. What is the conspiracy here? In the case of these three civil servants, it would be the suspicion that they submit to an order beyond the United Kingdom’s constitutional monarchy. Were you to feel charitable, you could dismiss them as overqualified, overpaid, supremely arrogant scaredy-cat surrender monkeys - and not be wrong - but that wouldn’t address the presence of form.
This is a book of experience. That South Africa forms its basis is important as much of what South Africa did - and failed at doing - is now being aped through western society, chiefly via legislated injustice (aka affirmative action), the emphasis upon “lived experience” as a qualification for authority then in other blatantly destructive exercises, such as the mendacious bloating of the state. As as the Petri dish that used imported templates from English and American academics, we are well positioned to examine the evil effects of an incident that I mark as the nuclear renewal of Sutenbastud.
It occurred in May 2020. The death of George Floyd resulted in my first scrape with censorship, and for a while I expected that my company would warn me for the deliberate choice of answering honestly whenever someone asked me what I thought of the carnage unfolding in America’s cities. It was a time fraught with dishonesty - to paraphrase: you knew people were lying, they knew you knew they were lying - yet they continued lying. Western leaders, their advisers, lobbyists and dark-money funders told you that it was no longer acceptable to be the decent, fair-minded individual you were and are: according to them, you had to extend beyond, to conform to a corrupted fantasy called “anti-racist”. Were you to state the obvious, as some brave souls did, and dismiss Black Lives Matter (BLM) as the obvious scam it was, you were suspended, scolded or fired.
The cliff we fell off wasn’t sheer. It was a graded decent, which makes it especially cruel as we continue to smash into boulders, still alive, knowing there are more sharp edges and more pain to come. In the initial fall we lost the hard-won cohesion made since the abolition of slavery - and we chased this with the hurried erection of double-standards policing and two-tiered justice. Today Ivy League universities are outed for offering paint-by-numbers entrance exams to “minority’ students” - that is, when they were not practising blatant discrimination against Asian ones. Companies, including those in the S&P 500, have embraced the concept of positive discrimination: pressured by groups to increase recruitment of minorities in the USA and the UK, these companies are today meeting these self-imposed racial quotas but paying their new staff less, which means they look good, and save money. All the while this madness prevails, the most awesome excuse for racism has graduated from crawling to walking: “black people cannot be racist”.
I first encountered this position back in April 2015, when a chubby Arab girl at Goldsmiths University was criticised for hosting an event called “decolonizing the curriculum” in which she forbid the presence of white men. Rounding on her critics, Bahar Mustafa rolled into the university’s gymnasium - followed by a militia of non-binary, queer and BAME students - and proceeded to stomp around in unhinged vexation. This was only 8 years ago, and the conclusions of “left” newspapers like the Independent, and “right” newspapers like the Daily Express, was more or less aligned: this woman is bat-shitted mental, not worth listening to. 8 years later and the theory “black people cannot be racist” has found the mainstream, thanks in part to the unfailingly appalling New York Times, and its appointment to its board of a creature called Sarah Jeong (another feature of Sutenbastud is the phenomenon of upward failure - more about that later).
In this time it was concluded for us that only a particular profile within white people can be - and are - the world’s racists. These people - prejudice exclusives - believe in the sanctity of family, in the role of the Church, in good neighbourliness. They subscribe to idea that small businesses are the foundations of any economy and that good manners are the foundations of any community. But the idea that good people must - and will - help good people has been disabused by Sutenbustad’s retarded scope, which suggest that these kinds of people are responsible for climate machinations they cannot possibly control and the machete festivals between urban Somali youths they almost certainly do not know. So whilst not new, the enemy of the world was re-introduced in 2020 with incomprehensible language (“cisgender”) and an updated rap sheet of offences - going to gym, drinking milk, choosing sobriety - even reading.
In the United Kingdom the effect of the last three years is beyond doubt. White, working-class children are now the worst performers in school, and are not being afforded the same prospects as their “BAME” counterparts insofar as work experience and apprenticeships are concerned. This explains why the once-boring, technical function of a business - Human Resources - now exerts disproportionate influence over a company’s public appearance (when you give landwhale cat-obsessives power, don’t expect them to hand it back). This is not limited to business - in a country where “BAME” people make up around only 13% of the population, Sutenbastud-controlled casting and production in the arts is attempting to mislead people into believing the number higher by enforcing diversity appearance quotas. In the event you’re a white, conservative actor who rejects the prevailing sentiment, the only work you’re going to find is playing a burglar in a remote camera app advert - caught on a smartphone by a “BAME” family who left town for the day to participate in the Brighton Pride parade. Or a gambling addict, who is told to wisen up during an intervention by his 5 year old “BAME” son.
Where does this all go? The convergence of intended fate: addition and suicide.
Today the carnage of the American Rust Belt opioid crisis, and exactly who helped it on its way, isn’t as much a real public health crime as it is an entertainment feature - see Netflix. In the United Kingdom the rates of suicide for young and middle-aged white men are among the highest in Europe - and climbing. Sutenbastud’s clowns like the zoomer gender studies graduates writing about anal sex for Teen Vogue or Huff Post, or male “feminists” railing against JK Rowling for her gender-critical positions, consider these facts hysterical, or things to be jeered at. These people are not - nor were they ever - seeking equality. It’s absence they desire.
I make no apologies for the lack of reasonable solutions. To exorcise the world of Sutenbastud appears almost impossible. Although I’ve documented the case of how one of Sutenbastud’s extensions - avatars - was undone by the ingenuity of a humble Zulu man courageous enough to fight an enemy through the enemy’s own game, the rest of us are too fragmented, dispirited and weakened to mount a defence worthy of western society saving standards. Most of all, we’re just not certain enough.
In my own little way, I discovered this at the end of 2020 when I spent two months in the Pacific calculating whether I’d diagnosed Sutenbastud correctly. I wasn’t sure people would understand, or worse, dismiss my view as an unnecessarily pedantic or cynical portrayal of human frailties. But shortly after I returned to London, a story broke in March 2021 that convinced me I was correct - at the very least, on Sutenbastud’s damage to race relations. In hindsight, this could have been any story - because everyday the latest story is actually just the same story.
After 2020’s dreadful summer, former UK Prime Minister Boris Johnson’s government - out of panic - established the Commission on Race and Ethnic Disparities and tasked it to produce a report on prejudice and racism (yet another one of these “established-in-the-wake-of-the-black-lives-matter-protests” reports or investigations). The Commission’s chair, Tony Sewell, is an impressive man, considered to be Britain’s finest black educator. His successes, though many, are not well documented - because he doesn’t conform to Sutenbastud’s parametrical perma-bleating victim. The commission assembled (9 of the 10 were black or non-white) and spent 9 months investigating before publishing their findings in March 2021. The report concluded that the "claim the country is still institutionally racist is not borne out by the evidence.” This prompted the expected indignation from the now entrenched race hustler quarter, the Guardian newspaper’s male tampon vending machine - but also from some obscure others.
One of these was a flabby white man called Chris Hopson, at the time the chief executive of NHS (National Health Service) Providers. “We reject this report,” Chris whined, citing anonymous opinion - or “people I’ve spoken to.” An accomplished black educator had painstakingly squeezed the undeniable truth out - only to be attacked by a white, lecherous automaton with zero experience in the report’s most critical architecture, namely the education system, which Tony had dedicated his life to and found extraordinary success within. When Chris was being paid hundreds of thousands of pounds plus bonuses for his part in a decrepit system that cannot function properly, Tony was teaching at inner city ghetto schools in Hackney and improving the lives of then zero-prospect candidates.
Chris - white - needed, demanded racism; Tony - black - did not. To me that revealed the most inalienable feature of Sutenbastud’s retarded concept of race: racism might be a crime for the sensible, but for the stupid, evil or deluded, it’s now raison d'être.
I anticipate there will be times in the book when you conclude you’re actually okay - either as state-proofed as possible, or just plain unbothered as you have something of a plan, or because you don’t really see a problem. And that’s fine. If what has happened to South Africa under the ANC thrills you, then you’ll be delighted to hear about the future, the now-near certainty of a Labour government in the UK and the influence it will cast. This incoming administration is threatening to do something unprecedented - and this should totally get you off: unlike American “republicans” or British ‘conservatives’, these Sutenbastuds mean business and they want to “augment” the Racial Equality Act. Doing so will send a message out to the world that goes “we know that the policies introduced into post-1994 South Africa failed. We know that they have failed to improve the lives of the most impoverished, that they have made most people unhappy and probably mad. But guess what fucker - we’re going to enact them here.” Perhaps you’ll change your mind when cities in the United Kingdom and France and Germany start resembling the wastelands of Eben Venter’s “Trencherman”.
Forming conclusions to experiences is an exercise that relies heavily on the reflections of brave, talented people of superior intellect. Amongst others, Thomas Sowell, Andrew Breitbart, Douglas Murray, Andrew Kenny, Mark Steyn, Victor Davis Hanson and Professors Frank Furedi and Matthew Goodwin and have all documented specific features of our past and present as they relate to identity, the media, the business of government, immigration and climate activism in meticulous, if not forensic detail. Conclusions, however, are incomplete without venturing into the darkness - so I plunged into the lives and works of people as offensive as David Ayers, the former US domestic terrorist; Robin D’Angelo, one of the sugar mommies of the racial Ponzi scheme; Kehinde Andrews, a shyster who teaches at a Birmingham Polytechnic and Michel Foucault; the French creep who buggered young Tunisian boys in cemeteries. And those apparently less offensive, such as the former UK Prime Minister Theresa May who today declares herself - in accordance with the Miriam Webster Dictionary fisted definition -“woke”.
Contrary to what you may think, I do not hate George Floyd, but I believe some questions are warranted: did you, George, have to take so much fucking fentanyl that day? Couldn’t you have taken a little bit?
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Anthony Tice returned to South Africa for a brief period following his dismissal, and moved to Pretoria. In 2007 his wife summoned the courage to leave him and the same year he got engaged to a man, a young budget music video dancer called Shufdi who he’d apparently befriended - and taken on holiday - whilst he was still married. But if you’re tempted to excuse his behaviour on the basis of sexual identity torment or suppressed urges, then you’ll be disappointed to learn that he was questioned by police during a safari at one of those nice Muldersdrift suburban game lodges for beating Shufdi on (what appears to be) their honeymoon in 2009. Possibly smashed a bottle of JC Le Roux on his head or something. Thereafter it appears he returned to the United Kingdom. His Facebook page was last edited in 2011.
London, November, 2023.
*Coming Wednesday 29th November, Chapter 1: Charlie Foxtrot Fancourt