Do You Speak the Welsh????

27 February 2026

Among my relaxation/downtime activities from The Art of Writing, is my scanning of the increasingly paywalled Internet for chunks of accurate info before they go POOF into the ethersphere.

It’s a fascinating free-form floating mental, and emotional, endeavour on my part.  You could call it an adventure, though I do not.  And Dear Husband certainly does not.  As I read to him the history of the English Phonebox — the ginormously aesthetic equivalent of the MaBell phone booth — his eyes tried hard not to glaze over.

I was thrilled with the architectural details and the societal decay surrounding what has become ICONIC of London streets.

Cause I do not accept the 30-year-blip of London-i-stan as permanent.

The barbarians are not gonna erase centuries of civilization, or civilisation.  The Click-tivists peddle that stuff, on the Left and on the Right, for their parasitic professions, whatever they might be — but I’m not gonna buy into them.

As Rick Blaine says in Casablanca:  “I don’t mind a parasite. I object to a cut-rate one.”

And that, my fellow on-liners, is where we find ourselves in the Digital Domain.  I guess it had to come to this pass, since the entire shooting match was about monetizing on the sly.  I’m pleased to say that I never did Soche Media, and never will.  I’m too busy being anti- whatever is the latest grab-the-money gimmick.

Grab-the-money gimmick has completely controlled those democratically elected governments in the US, the UK, the EU (formerly known as Europe) since the end of the Cold War.  Oh, sure, there was graft, corruption, payola, borderline treason, outright Quisling treason, and the flight of the perfidious politicians — for centuries.

Might I suggest a look at the Fall of France in May 1940??

The French politicians — from the ville (city) to the bloodsuckers running l’État — were the first to flee their nation under invasion.

The Globalist Ghouls running the political show, though, that’s a new one.

And as the Rothschilds fall, and the ripples of publicly-funded bilge-water ebb and flow (with ever increasing tides), the common, ordinary citizens of the world — you know, the Average Joe and Josephine —nobly continue to work to raise the kiddos, pay the rent, find something non-plastic-decent to wear, for themselves, and for the kiddos, and try to find vittles to buy that weren’t eliminated from growth/production during:

the Wuhan madness, followed by the Build-Back-Better swindle, followed by the NetZero racket, followed by the Online-Safety scam, followed by . . .

It’s anyone’s guess what the next rip-off act will be to even further enrich The Elites.  Their pea-brain-sized minds are frantically engaged in concocting The Next One!

We in the States valiantly avoid the ever-increasing clickbait of Officially Concealed Slime from1990s onward, being deposed and exposed — for so many things so many of us Plebes knew to be true — way back then.

What the Brits are dealing with, however, is a concerted and fiendishly corrupt conspiracy by the cowards and self-loathing elites to shut them up — lest the truth become known.

Oh, the truth is known.  It’s out there.

Last night, I read an online article from 2023 (pre-SirSchmuckStarmer) about what has happened to the Welsh, or Wales.  Always a poor, isolated country, Wales went full-frontal fascist during the Chi-nah virus.  The extent of the citizen-imprisonment was of a piece with the political rot that has seeped into Cymru, as it is called in Welsh.

It appears that the people who never saw an X in their alphabet have taken on the mantle of Cultural Gatekeeper.  Any job interview for a truly professional post includes the question:

“Do you speak the Welsh?”

The query is not as off-putting as the Scotsman asking the Canadian-suspect on-the-lam in Hitchcock’s THE THIRTY NINE STEPS:

“Can you eat the herring?”

But the end result is pretty much the same:  “You do it my way, or it’s the highway.”

That highway out of Wales has become more traveled than the freeways out of California, although the Welsh impose a speed limit of 20 mph!

Freely-born individuals do not easily abide (they should not abide at all) the infringement by the Government upon their liberties.

In that somewhat comical essay, I read that the professional person, being interviewed for the Welsh position, was a Doctor, one who did not Speak the Welsh.

She moved on the 20 mph road out of Wales, and ended up in Lincolnshire, where she works with Pakistanis.

The increasingly nauseating attempts by the pinheads-in-power to restrict truthful knowledge have led to a silent revolution over the past decade or so.  While the dolts have been controlled by chasing their putrid tails, the citizenry have moved, in many ways, to the New Millennium that we were all told would bring things that didn’t arrive.

I’m not cynical in saying those things weren’t meant to arrive.  For whenever the human animal in power becomes more animal than human, the only response one can take is to look away, focus upon the art of survival, and refuse to Speak the Welsh.

Online world, as I mentioned earlier, has become increasingly pay-walled, not in the sense of demanding upfront the money to continue reading an article from 20 years ago.  Oh, no, the paywall is more subtle, or covert.  The website blocks a VPN-er from entering a digital domain that, three months ago, had been an Open-Sesame for my wallet.

The subtext is that I — with my VPN — won’t let the slimy sobs surreptitiously snatch my Personal Data — most of which I don’t even know exists!

But they do.

True Equality is a hopeless commodity in real life; it’s even more hopeless on the internet.  So I do not expect an even-Steven arrangement between Me and Whoever is Behind the Screen.  I do, however, expect to be informed that a Ripoff is Possible, Probable, and Being Perpetrated.

Until then,

I don’t Speak the Welsh.