#amwriting #Sargon Damages #UKIP More — Just as #Metokur Said He Would

#Sargon Damages #UKIP More — Just as #Metokur Said He Would

It’s a funny old world.

One minute you are riding high, offering advice to the EU parliament and claiming to be on the verge of interviewing Donald Trump, the next you are embroiled in an internet feud and calling Mr Metokur a pedo Next you are involved in a bomb threat at Mythcon and a series of less than flattering articles in the media.

Such has been the journey of Sargon of Akkad over the past week or so.

Oh how different it was back in June when having announced his intention to join UKIP sat down to have a chat with Kevin Logan, in a video entitled ‘Persuading Kevin Logan to Join UKIP.’ Then the talk was about how he was going to take over the party, how he was going to change British politics: all was cheerfulness and bright optimism.

Perhaps if he had listened to the warnings Mr Logan gave him about being ‘sceptical’ he wouldn’t be in his current predicament.

I use this term because rumours are circulating that he is less than popular within UKIP. Something not helped by the release of a taped conversation between himself, his ally Vee, and Mauritian Struggle in which Sargon says that he is not interested in party politics. Which is a decidedly odd thing to say for someone joining a political party and raises serious issues of judgement.

It is one thing to point at John Locke and claim that somehow people both inside the party and in the electorate at large, will somehow understand what is contained within Two Treatises on Government, and just go, ‘the scales have been lifted from my eyes, I’ll vote for that guy.’ And, it is another thing to deal with the real political world of favours and alliances, backstabbing and influence.

Sure, as a YouTuber, Carl of Swindon, understands the principles — voting videos up and or down to boost or prevent another channels growth: of brigading and amplifying, making response videos to bring traffic to your site… etc. And it could be argued that these are genuine transferable skills that could be brought to the political arena.

But rather than reading Locke, or Aristotle, or Belle Hooks to win some pointless argument with a feminist, he would have been well advised to read the Palliser novels by Anthony Trollope, or indeed the Barsetshire Chronicles, to understand how the game is really played, when the stakes are not subscribers or patreon money, but for real things like power and the purse-strings.

Of course his ‘internet friends’ have come to his aid, making videos to express their solidarity.

For instance, the YouTuber the Quartering is outraged at the slandering of his ‘friend’ in the Times. It is utterly baffling to him that they wouldn’t print Sargon’s five paragraph reply to the questions posed to him by a journalist via Facebook. That his reply did not address any of the questions asked, and slithered and slid around with all the finesse of the rolling English drunk on the rolling English road, did not help.

I mean, having joined a party described by David Cameron as consisting of “fruitcakes, loonies and closet racists, mostly”, it was probably not advisable to be caught on a livestream with Richard Spencer that resulted in him calling people “white niggers”, and then going on about how white people should act, and that they were failing to act like white people and were therefore ‘niggers’. Now fair enough, this was in response to him being baited by the chat to answer the JQ (Jewish Question), stuff about his racial heritage, and in that context it is perhaps a reasonable response (if you are a YouTuber).

But the fact that you have to explain it, and it can be so easily misconstrued: and worse the fact that Sargon cannot explain it, and needs others to explain his various gaffs — the ‘I wouldn’t even rape you’ comment to Jess Philips, his ban from Twitter for sending inter-racial gay-porn to the Alt-Right, the clarification that he wasn’t accusing Mr Metokur of actually grooming teenagers, he was speaking metaphorically and suggesting it was emotional abuse… etc.

Luckily for Sargon the press have yet to latch on to his assertion that Andrew Anglin, from Stormfront, was someone he had great respect for as a martyr for free speech, and the most persecuted man in the world — to paraphrase.

Perhaps nothing highlights Sargon’s lumpen wit more than the debate between him and Thomas Smith at last years Mythcon event.

Now to be fair, Mr Smith became fixated and hysterical, which was compounded by his ignorance of Jess Philips and why the offending tweet was sent. I am sure Ms Philips is a charming person in private, however in public she is a rather gobby know-nothing, who famously described the events in Cologne — in which some 800–1000 women were sexually assaulted — “could be described on Broad Street in Birmingham every week”. Something for which she later apologised.

But it doesn’t get around the fact that Sargon’s tweet was poorly worded, by the inclusion of the word “even”. Nor does it get around the fact that he is a very poor debater, thus leading to the Mythcon event being a ‘shitshow’.

And while this event gave him notoriety and a degree of e-fame, it still doesn’t explain why everyone is so shocked that it gets endlessly repeated: for the simple reason that to those not on the interwebz it is about the only thing they have ever heard about him.

When you throw into the mix his anti-feminist stance, and such other embarrassments as the Lush affair. It doesn’t take a genius to work out why it becomes a ready short-hand for political opponents to accuse him of having ‘bizarre’ ideas.

Again I come back to Trollope. I’m not sure where this idea came from that newspapers, and the media in general, are supposed to be impartial pillars of the the truth. To criticise the Times as being less than partial, as Sargon’s ‘internet friends’ have done, when leaping to his defence, is naive at best. Jim Hacker in the sitcom Yes Prime Minister defines the papers best, and as he points out, “the Times is read by the people who actually do run the country.” So if you are feeling generous, it should be taken as a compliment that the people running the country feel ‘so threatened’ that they should run a hit piece.

Though if you are feeling less generous, had Sargon not responded to the questions in the manner that he did, they might have bothered to take him seriously.

However, it should also be noted how many of these ‘internet friends’ are politically utterly worthless: not having a vote. It’s all very well to say things like, “if I was in the UK, I’d definitely join UKIP,” but you aren’t.

And it should also be noted how many of these ‘internet friends’ are currently under the ‘internet drama’ spotlight.

In his livestream to Jim/Mr Metokur/Billie-the-Anti-Bully, that started this current round of ‘internet friends’ white-knighting for the Fuehrer of Liberalists: Sargon laughed at the notion that when he became an MP any journalist would ever ask questions about Mundanematt.

Fair enough.

But then to turn up a week later at a conference with Bunty King, when everyone and his wife is laughing at the video of Bunty King talking about ‘back-door’ oral and having women pee on him. It doesn’t take Christopher Steele to see that this might be somewhat of a problem for a budding politician to have such ‘internet friends’.

And clearly such things aren’t necessarily a hindrance to a politicians career. Who now remembers Boris Johnson’s entanglement with Darius Guppy? In which he supplied the address, that he obtained via he job at the Daily Telegraph, of journalist investigating Mr Guppy’s part in a financial fraud for which he was convicted: as part of plot to have the journalist beaten up.

No doubt, there will be some, that will now bleat, what has been the standard response over the past few weeks, ‘well at least he is out there doing something, what are you doing?’

Well at the moment I am shaking my head, and wondering why the bloody hell anyone thinks it is a good idea that someone so rash, and so flawed, would think it a good idea to get involved in politics: when they don’t have the first idea how the game is played.

True, in show-business there is no such thing as bad publicity — unless you are Fattie Arbuckle, Gracie Fields, Pee Wee Herman, and any number of others who have flown a little too close the sun of fame.

At least Paul Joseph Watson has the sense to steer clear of things like Charlottesville or the Britain First thing. So far as I can see, since joining UKIP he has just done his thing. The same largely applies to Count Dankula.

They haven’t jumped in with their size six boots, headfirst, with their feet in their mouth, and there backside where their elbow should be: at every opportunity.

This really has been a few weeks in stupid.