Though the cycle of protest and counter-protest will continue at both the micro and macro levels, the hope has to be that our People Power Revolution 2.0 will dispense with our Mark Anthonys and Ian Paisleys.

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The lady doth protest too much, methinks. Hamlet by William Shakespeare

Shakespeare certainly knew a thing or two about protests and protesters. Take Julius Caesar, where Mark Anthony riles up the crowd and turns them into a mob, who go hunting for Brutus, Cassius and the other conspirators. When they come across Cinna the poet, they butcher him even as the gentleman doth protest too much that he is Cinna the poet, not Cinna the conspirator, whereupon they decide to kill him anyway “for his bad verses”.

Just as Shakespeare’s protesting mob were essentially a tool of revenge for the scheming Mark Anthony, so also does the same apply to the protests of our own era. Across the north of Ireland, as I write, angry mobs are once again burning families out of their rented homes, this time Roma gypsies, as well as other, more innocent foreigners who have set up shop in the wrong parts of town and who are now forced to also pay for the serial crimes of the Roma and Nigerian criminal gangs that have been allowed run amok here.

There is, of course, a centuries’ long tradition of burning people out in the north of Ireland and the 1969 Belfast pogroms saw Europe’s biggest transfer of populations since 1945. The key take away looking back on those events is that those, like Rev Ian Paisley, who orchestrated the violence, were its biggest winners, as were, of course, those in MI6 who controlled the Ian Paisleys of that era not least because they used their gunmen in the British Army and the IRA to marginalise peaceful protests for the next 30 years.

If there is a lesson to be learned from the 1968-98 Irish Troubles, it is that the bank, in this case the British regime, always wins in such controlled circumstances, not least because there are always the Mark Anthonys and Ian Paisleys at the margins to direct the mob, like they are so many unthinking herds of stampeding cattle.

The only way around that, it seems, is for the people to go totally apeshit and, as in Paris in 1789, to attack the Bastille, a largely empty prison (which housed the Marquise de Sade) and pull not only it but the entire Ancien régime down around their ears. When we take the Vendée genocide and Napoleon’s Russian caper into account, we have to ask if it was all worth the candle just to allow Macron and his husband flaunt themselves in Paris on this and every Bastille Day.

As well as helping us to clearly identify some of the ingredients that make a successful protest, Japan’s Anpo protests would suggest that an eventual modus vivendi is possible. The Anpo protests were massive Japanese protests against the American occupation and the sexual crimes American GIs still commit in Japan to this day. Although the Anpo protests drew tens of millions of organised Japanese protesters onto the streets and mass fist fights also occurred in the Japanese Parliament, those radical fires soon petered out and, outside of the nutters of the Japanese Red Army, political discourse in the Land of the Rising Sun reverted to a Zen-like comatose state under the all-seeing and all-pervasive Pax Americana.

Switching to Europe, the anti-war movement was huge in southern Germany, not least because World War 3 was going to be fought there with Soviet tanks against NATO’s nuclear arsenal. The end result of all that 1968 anti-nuclear guff was to land Germany and Europe with the psychopaths of the German Green Party, who have yet to see an excuse to start a war with Russia they do not like.

The British secret service infiltrated every radical movement that sprouted in England’s fair and pleasant land, and they uprooted the miners and their communities more thoroughly than a farmer would ploughing a field, thereby ensuring there would be no further turbulence from those quarters.

If we take a bird’s eye view of all those past protests, we can see that the state generally holds firm and redeploys, orchestrates, infiltrates and misdirects. Let’s briefly look at each of those. Because the state holds all the levers of power, if it does not buckle and, if it is not made to buckle as Louis XV1 was, then it should carry the day. Thus, as long as Zelensky has his Galician Nazi Mafia and NATO supply chain, he may as well fight to the last Ukrainian conscript as he is unlikely to be starved out, as Assad was. If the Palestinians are making progress on one front, then, as we shall see, it is easy under the current circumstances for Israel to shine the spotlight elsewhere.

Just as with American football, so also does NATO work to a playbook where, with the aid of its media, it can generally control what the populace gets hot under the collar about and what they do not. The general rule of thumb is Galician Nazis necklacing Odessan trade unionists and Uyghur cut throats selling Alawite children into sexual slavery are kosher, and Russians or Iranians biting back is haram.

Greta Thunberg sailing to Gaza exemplifies much of this. Leaving her prior shenanigans to one side, it takes guts for anyone, let alone an under-sized Viking reject, to attempt to sail into Gaza and thereby put themselves totally at the mercy of the Israelis, who do not do mercy unless, as with Greta, there is an advantage to them in doing so. Although Greta was castigated by Russell Brand and other narcissists for being a narcissist on a selfie yacht squaring off against the selfie genocidists of the IDF, the Israelis, who love taking selfies of themselves in the stolen lingerie of Gazan women, made sure to selfie themselves giving her orange juice; one of the advantages of oranges, as fans of Martin Scorsese’s the Godfather will know, is they are good for filming in poor lighting conditions and, in this case, for trying to show up Greta as the hypocrites the Israelis are.

Before leaving the selfie yacht, it is important to note that the Israelis took French MEP Rima Hassan hostage on it and that she had to endure a hunger strike during her illegal Israeli captivity and that her fellow MEPs, along with EU muppets von der Leyen and Kallas, had nothing good, bad or indifferent to say about her treatment.

Still, even as MMA fighter Conor McGregor pointed out that Trotskyite hypocrite Liam Cunningham bottled out from sailing on that yacht, it is important to note that all of those who sailed made their own individual protests and they should be saluted for that. As should West Belfast MMA fighter Paddy McCorry, who battered an Israeli fighter in the ring, all while calling him a child killer.

McCorry is not the only lone Gazan protester and his actions undoubtedly gave heart to those American students who made their own individual graduation sacrifices against the Gaza genocide and it brought back memories to me of when we went to see Scorsese’s The Last Temptation of Christ, which a group of elderly Greek women were picketing because of its sacriligious nature, which saw Nikos Kazantzakis, the author of the book on which the film was based, excommunicated. We didn’t cross the picket and the smile of gratitude from those women was worth a hundred of Scorsese’s films.

Although Scorsese should not have made that film in deference to women like them in a world where Pussy Riot are hailed as heroes for defiling Russian cathedrals and, along with the silicone-brained Galician Nazis of Femen for “needlessly” insulting everything that is good and holy, such NATO affronts to decency are par for the course.

Still, McCorry and those Greek women and American students are minor victories in the bigger wars. We currently have a gang of locusts descending on Egypt to pretend to break the siege on Gaza but who are, whether they know it or not, trying to overthrow the Sisi government to help the Muslim Brotherhood conquer Egypt just as they and their MI6 handlers have conquered Syria.

But all of that brings us back, if not to the Nile and Cleopatra, then to Mark Anthony and his intrigues. Although Napoleon famously used “a whiff of grapeshot” to kill 100 Royalist protesters and to disperse the rest, the CIA now have Pussy Riot, Femen, Trotskyists, the Soros crew, the NDA, USAID and countless other front groups to sow dysentery in the ranks.

Look at the sorry state of the Philippines, which is being railroaded into war with China at a time when employees there can expect to be fired every 6 months to avoid accruing the most basic entitlements of long term employees. Whatever happened to the People Power Revolution?

And, whatever happened to that Pepsi ad, which proclaims that the way to deescalate riotous situations is for a Pussy Riot/Femen bimbo to crack open a can of Pepsi? A better deal perhaps than CocaCola which, last time I checked, deprives Indian farmers of water and uses child labour in Colombia, things Martin Luther King Jnr mght have disapproved of, just as surely as he would have objected to the manner in which his whole message and legacy has been branded, packaged and marketed just like one more Pepsi/Coca Cola/Pussy Riot Kool-aid offering of no intrinsic value?

Not only must we dispense with our saccharine tooth but we must develop a more discerning palate that can differentiate between the different solutions and saviours that are on offer, all without falling into the paralysis of analysis.

Perhaps we also need another Bastille Day, where our own entire Ancien Régime comes tumbling down, lock, stock and barrel around our ears and, if we do, the Palestinian and Syrian genocides will have played their part in that, as they help to separate the righteous wheat, folk like Paddy McCorry, Greta Thumnberg and those elderly Greek women from the self-righteous chaff that AIPAC and similar groups fund to rule over and corral us.

And, though this cycle of protest and counter-protest will continue at both the micro and macro levels, the hope has to be that our People Power Revolution 2.0 will dispense with our Mark Anthonys and Ian Paisleys and fulfill our desire to be free from those who harried and held, and bullied and bribed, tyrants… hypocrites… liars! A timeless Everest of a mountain to be climbed, to be sure, but one we have some hope of surmounting if, finally, we know what we are about and how to go about it.