I WAS formerly a fan of the ‘Pub Landlord’, aka Al Murray. As this character he played on the stereotype of the patriotic, working-class publican and his traditional, over-simplified view of the world (‘Pint for the fella . . . Glass of white wine/fruit-based drink for the lady!’).
Part of the routine played on the suspicion that while the Oxford-educated Al was playing a role, the degree of sympathy that both we, the audience, and he had for the Landlord’s highly stereotyped view of the world was a grey area. Like all the best humour, his observations were rooted in reality.
Such ambiguity, however, was blown out of the water when, in 2015’s general election, Alistair – definitely not ‘Al’– ran in the seat of South Thanet against Nigel Farage. He appeared on the ballot paper without any description, but campaigned under the initialism ‘FUKP’ (ostensibly the ‘Free United Kingdom Party) in a tiresome swipe against UKIP.
Alistair had shown his cards. He was an establishment man all along, his jokes at the expense of his fanbase, the whole thing one elongated ridicule of their world view. Having seen the truth behind the visage, I never felt like watching him again.
Nevertheless, one skit that stays with me is that we should ‘bring back shame’. It was a running gag that, if Alistair found some moral or personal failing in an audience member, he would recruit the rest of those in the auditorium to point their fingers at the chosen target while repeating the phrase ‘shame on you!’
We do not labour under a surfeit of shame in the modern world. Feeling shame, it is assumed, is merely the byproduct of outmoded social norms or the detritus of religious sentiment. Should someone suggest you feel shame over an action, you are readily supplied with a get-out.
Shoplifted? Well, that is a necessity amid our Cost of Living Crisis. Cheated a friend out of some money? Well, they would have done the same to you. Walk past that old lady who couldn’t carry her bags up the stairs? Fair enough: you were in a rush.
Perhaps the area which has seen the greatest withering of ‘shame’ is in matters sexual. To feel any shame whatsoever for any sexual act, desire or perversion is, in the eyes of the most progressive progressive, an abomination. Hence, even at the greatest extremes of the Spectrum Of Degenerate Perverts (for example paedophiles, or rather Minor Attracted Persons) there will be idiot leftists standing up for their right to be a sicko.
In the glorious modern age, the combination of sexual ‘liberation’ and the internet has created a perfect form of degeneracy for both men and women.
Women are able to sell themselves online – encouraged by ‘sex positivity’ and euphemistically brand prostitution as ‘sex work’. Men pay to watch on their computer screens other people having sex.
The facts and figures are astounding: three of the largest porn sites had a total of 5.8billion views in February 2025 alone. There are 4.11million ‘creators’ on OnlyFans (stats here), the site which enables the sale of home-made material to the 305million users of the site, 71 per cent of whom are male.
One of the best known ‘performers’ is Bonnie Blue. She recently dredged a new depth of depravity by having sex with more than 1,000 vile men in one session.
While Ms Blue is an outrage merchant aiming to attract as much controversy as possible, there has been a notable lack of opprobrium levelled on the men who make her business possible. What kind of man would want to partake in the mass activities of Ms Blue? Who would want to be Mr 1000?
In a just world, such men would feel shame. Yet the male sexual urge, it seems, is too strong to surmount. Even colleagues whom I thought sensible told me just the other day that Ms Blue is ‘well fit’ and that, were they a few years younger and without commitments, they’d be ‘all over it’. I stated that even in a hazmat suit I would be wary of approaching too near. This produced a slight shrug.
In this age it is no doubt improper to speak of ‘our women’. By that I mean, frankly and from my point of view, white British women. Using such language ranks you among the knuckle-dragging Neanderthals: the male instinct to protect the opposite sex being so sublimated that it is, in the case of pussified Western men, strictly forbidden, and, among Western women, like kryptonite.
Yet in resigning any kind of paternalistic attitude towards ‘our women’ (even writing it feels strange for a reactionary like me), we and they have to suffer the consequences. Such an attitude comes not from the wish to ‘control women’ but instead protect women near to me – and those like them – from men from cultures who view our women as hypersexualised sluts.
According to some admittedly slightly old data, 70.5 per cent of female ‘performers’ in online porn are white. This is a vast over-representation given the small and declining share of Caucasians’ proportion of the global population.
So what? Should we not brandish our sexually liberated credentials for all to see? After all, what real-world repercussions could this possibly have?
It’s a bit like the adage: you can have the welfare state or migration. You can’t have the welfare state and migration. The same goes for sexual liberalisation, with a caveat: you can have sexual liberality or mass immigration from the Third World, not both.
Of course, you can, but not without some suboptimal outcomes. It has been well documented that Muslim rape gangs prey on white girls, regarding them as ‘worthless’ and ‘trash’, subjecting them to vile torture. It’s the same reason why, should you speak to any Western woman who has travelled to a Muslim country or India, they almost uniformly report back constant harassment from local men who view them as little more than sexual objects for having the temerity not to be fully burka’d up or to be out by themselves.
The recent resurgence of debate about the UK’s Pakistani rape gang problem occurred at roughly the same time as Bonnie Blue’s 1,000-man stunt. Perhaps it was a mere coincidence that while the consequences of our women being treated like sex toys by men of less developed cultures was discussed more than ever, the grimy Ms Blue gave them extra reason to think just that.
Someone I know believes it was a ‘psy-op’ designed to minimise the implications of the rape gangs, to give credence to the notion that, in fact, white girls are simply easy game.
Even if that is a step too far, it’s impossible to avoid the fact that a combination of the possibilities of the internet, the collapse of the traditional male-female dynamic, and most conclusively a lack of shame has led to a world in which the most shameful acts – both for money online as a virtual prostitute and above the kebab houses across our degraded country – have been facilitated.
This article appeared on A Last Bastion of Sanity on March 15, 2025, and is republished by kind permission. (2) Bring back shame: it’s what society needs
