The Madness of Alastair McAlpine, MD.
The enraged manner in which he patronises and scorns opposing perspectives illustrates a man ultimately seeking a fight. I have just the thing for him.
As I’m not on Twitter I tend to encounter its consequences tangentially but it’s been impossible not to notice the aggression and intimidation displayed by a South African doctor ostensibly now practising as a paediatrician in Vancouver, Canada. Dr. Alastair McAlpine uses the word “,MD” next to his Twitter handle (verified, of course) in a manner which Donald Trump’s batshit unhinged niece used “,PH.D” on the title of her book. Both McAlpine and Mary Trump broadcast their pronouns in their Twitter bios along with current-thing flags; whilst Mary Trump has “BLM” composed on hers, McAlpine appears to have deleted his - presumably a surrender after two years’ worth cope of that dreadful scam.
From what I’ve observed, McAlpine is possibly one of the most unpleasant profiles in the necessary Covid debate. His conduct on the subject is identical to the Australian Mike Stuchbery’s on race or history - filled with contentious statements and abrupt slurs and tendentious insults (it is important to remember this is just Twitter, and that it remains, despite recent events, a terrible, corrupt organisation unwilling to reveal the true number of fake accounts it accommodates). Stuchbery, McAlpine and Mary Trump are just a few of the great, great many verified users claiming to provide succour for minorities - but who behave like onanists aping the worst excesses of the establishment. In the case of McAlpine (or, as my friend Roman Cabanac describes him, “Dr. F***face McF***face”) that establishment is the CDC - and Big Pharma.
McAlpine is also Big Trans. Earlier in the year, I was told he had been particularly rude about Allison Bailey, who won her case of discrimination against her London chambers. Bailey, a black lesbian, is one of the founders of the LGB Alliance - I’ve heard her speak before and even though we’d probably disagree on a few issues, I have unconditional admiration for her courage in taking on the largely white, virtue-signalling, middle-class men of her firm. McAlpine considers Bailey transphobic: his contempt for her was to the length and breadth of the contempt I imagine he holds for Canada’s anti-vaccine mandate truckers - people whose little existing power was savagely stripped from them by Fidel Castro’s blackface bastard and his scheming little deputy.
It is the “anti-vaxx” stuff that brings out the demon in McAlpine. On this he is relentless, ruthless - if you grade him by his crusade against Ivermectin. He insulted my talented colleague at Biznews.com, Nadya Swart, at the beginning of the year, claiming the website was distributing fake news. He despises Joe Rogan; “Goop for men” is how he describes the world’s most popular podcaster (not original). Jordan Peterson gets similar treatment.
It’s too easy to dismiss McAlpine as some embittered, current-thing simp. In 2015/6 men who express themselves in a manner similar to McAlpine started wearing pink knitted pussy-hats and scattering themselves amongst the litany of protests, most without bothering to examine the poorly disguised political agenda (I knew someone like this: at least he was honest enough to shrug “to meet birds” when I asked him what the hell he thought he was up to). A combination of Trump derangement syndrome, George Floyd, Greta Thunberg, coof mandates et al combined with an inability and / or reluctance to apply critical thinking to legacy media saw this condition worsen, the symptoms vomiting themselves up all over Twitter. One of the worst mistakes you can make is to assume virtue: men who emasculate themselves, or throw themselves behind current-things, are just as capable of being horrendous, duplicitous creeps. Which bring us to a thread McAlpine surfaced in last year (read thread):
Things came to a head last Thursday. My friend James Bembridge, the deputy editor of Countrysquire magazine, had posted a photo of a group of vaccine-injured appearing before the APP committee in which hardly any MPs had bothered to turn up (sword fighting in the bogs about Boris or Rishi no doubt). And this was McAlpine’s response:
Mark Steyn has done some impressive advocacy work on behalf of the vaccine-injured or bereaved. His emphasis on GB News has resulted in some of these people being awarded the £120k wrongful death compensation; had the permanent bureaucracy not been pushed by Steyn, it’s unlikely they would have responded as quickly. The money - although scant to grief - has prevented further chaos in these people’s lives, from bankruptcy to eviction. For sensible people this issue is no longer about a vaccine - but the unbearable suffering of fellow man. Yet McAlpine’s response is to laugh?
The results produced by the kind of hyperbole we’ve witnessed since 2015 are alarming. At a time when America is in an inflation crisis, the President - who at this point is like a ghost to frighten other ghosts - is talking to transgender activists in the White House, or claiming that airlines charging for extra legroom is racist. At a time when Britain is in an inflation crisis, the police are making tea for establishment-protected protestors disrupting the lives of ordinary people.
But enough with the psycho-babble evaluation: the logical conclusion for all journeys of rage is a physical fight. If I am correct in suspecting that, whilst he might be loathe to admit it, he is actually seeking to punch and kick (or scratch) his beliefs into someone, then I’ve got some good news: I’ll be his huckleberry.
This proposal fits neatly because I’m not just offering him an opportunity to exorcise his rage: I’m also everything he probably despises. I don’t believe men who think they are women should play women’s sports or change clothes or shower in the same facilities as actual adult human females; I love the fact that the evil stinking rotten Tavistock Clinic, sitting at the bottom of my road, is about to be shuttered. I believe in God and am deeply skeptical of $cientists. Not only do I admire Jordan Peterson, but some years ago I saw what he does to the lives of young, adrift men. I’ve written about this before: two classmates at my grappling school in King’s Cross had endured depression and poverty - and were close to falling through the cracks. In candid, moving admissions, they explained how listening to Peterson’s advise had inspired sea changes in their perspectives, starting with the principle of personal responsibility. Today they are unquestionably happier men.
So herewith the offer: I’m willing to fly to Vancouver and finance a charity boxing / mma contest - whatever he feels comfortable with. I will hire the premises, a referee and pay for all incidentals. My one condition is that the proceeds go to the people that he mocked. If he hasn’t studied martial arts as I have, I’m prepared to handicap myself to the use of one arm only.
This is his chance to remove all the swirling rage that must consume him to the point of insomnia. All I need is one month’s notice.
The Madness of Alastair McAlpine, MD.
Would pay good money for that! Agree, Mac-vile-pine is a piece of work. A few other south africans would agree with me too
Excellent piece on this horrid human. Hopefully he isn't sleeping well and will be bitten by a billion fleas forevermore:-)