KENNETH WILLIAMS: A REAL DANGEROUS FAGGOT

Milo Yiannopoulos is as ubiquitous as he is annoying and perhaps all the more annoying in his ubiquitousness. Yet for some reason, he seems to be fawned over by many in the Alt Right, hence his ubiquitousness. Of course, to anyone who truly knows what Rightist values are, Milo is certainly not Rightist at all. He is a Whig, a liberal laissez-faire defender of corporate interests. He promotes mixed-race relationships, relationships to him in any case being all about stuffing as many large objects into his anal cavity as possible. He is of course himself mixed-race, which has led to psychological complex after complex, compounded by the fact that part of his racial heritage is Jewish, which always seems to bring with it its own peculiar collection of complexes. Like a spoilt child, he will say anything to shock, and many of his autobiographical stories are at the very least extremely embellished. Yet in this day and age, it seems he is to be held up as some sort of hero of the Right, which says a lot about these times and the people in them. For if this is a hero, how debased is the common man?

 

 

As I have said before, my personal opinion regarding homosexuality is if it is kept out of the public eye, then I don't care. There are people whom I've met whom I knew were homosexual. They didn't mention it; I didn't mention it, and we got along just fine. Milo certainly loves to mention it at every given opportunity and is therefore nausiating. The late, great comedian Kenneth Williams was Milo's complete opposite. Everyone knew he was homosexual: his mannerisms and overall campness gave him away. It was part of the comedy, but not in a crude and vulgar way like Milo's attempts at humour - which mostly relies upon teenagerish shock value for the 'OMG generation'. In contrast, Kenneth never mentioned his sexuality, except in private diaries that were plundered for tawdry documentaries and biopics after his death. It would appear, in any case, that he remained celibate his entire life and did not die of an AIDS-related illness.

 

The question has never been posed as to whether the diaries are really reflective of his personality or whether he just wrote whenever he was unhappy or frustrated, as some writers do. The BBC certainly turned him into a caricature of a repressed homosexual in their biopic of him, Fantabulosa, in which he was portrayed by Leftist actor Martin Sheen, currently in a relationship with the obnoxious (((Sarah Silverman))). The BBC most certainly had a vendetta against him, for Williams had unashamedly Rightist opinions and was even rumoured to have attended a National Front demo.

 

My opinion is that Fantabulosa was revenge for Kenneth's outspokenness against Michael Parkinson's sickly Leftist whining in an interview in 1973, in which Parkinson found himself tied in knots by someone far more intelligent and cultured and the sacred cow of equality was slaughtered. Parkinson, a Yorkshireman I would love to kick up hill and down dale all day long, is here reduced to the vacuous, "Can I say I think that's crap?!" and finally ending the debate in stuttering defeat by turning to Poet Laureate John Betjeman: "Sir John, could you have a calm word, because Ken and I are getting rather excited?"

 

 

Not to be defeated after a single round, a debate was organised and broadcast between Williams and Communist union leader Jimmy Reid, who later joined the Scottish National Party, which shows just how left wing they are. Michael Parkinson was again the host, which meant, of course, that the debate was biased from the very start, given Parky's own outspoken politics. Then there is the audience. This was ostensibly made up of people who wrote in to participate and field questions to Williams and Reid, and one notices that the general public of 1973 find Reid's Marxism abhorent. So what the BBC did was to plant Leftists into the audience for Parkinson to go to. This is exposed because one such member of the audience, David Hart, was honest enough to admit that he did not write in, but was invited by the BBC (see video below at 42:00).

 

The obvious plant is Diana Pierce though, whose alleged personal cicumstances are used to make Williams' assertions about natural inherent difference seem evil, when in fact, they bring in a strawman argument about the unfairness of society. Parky goes to her time and again. When Williams gives the example of a child with brain damage never being able to achieve the same level as a normal child, suddenly Parky informs us that Mrs Pierce has a brain-damaged child and she gives a wonderfully pre-scripted emotive monologue:

 

I want Nicholas to reach for the stars, and possibly this never will be, perhaps he'll only be a little boy who picks daisies, but I want him to be the very best daisy picker that there ever was.

 

Oh, the tricks the BBC pull. Nevertheless, Williams came through triumphant and also showed Rightist positions to be both practical and compassionate. Williams' position is the correct one: everyone has the right to the basic prerequisites for life, but for anything more, one must struggle to become better, and this is what separates a True Rightist from a National Socialist, who would covet power and luxury without merit. For the National Socialist, the struggle ends with the creation of a White European Ethnostate; for the True Rightist, this is a prerequisite to achieve greater things. This is why the National Socialist struggle after (and even before) achievement of the Ethnostate descends into purity spiralling. And I know National Socialists will tell me it is not so, but I see their comments on social media every day.

 

 

 

Kenneth Williams will always be remembered as one of Britain's comedy greats, but it is often forgotten that he was an exceptionally intelligent and cultivated man who largely educated himself through, as he says during the debate, the use of Britain's free public libraries, art galleries and public concerts. It is a lesson to anyone aspiring to achieve greater things. He often came under fire from Mary Whitehouse, the founder of the National Viewers and Listeners' Association, a pretty powerful lobby group concerned about the decline in standards on TV. Yet Kenneth Williams' brand of humour is that of the postcards one finds at the seaside, that, even further back, of Geoffrey Chaucer: bawdy and firmly British. Whitehouse could have been a great force for good, had she not been such a Puritanical Christian fundamentalist and had she realised that she and Williams ought to have been on the same side. Finally, fans of Milo ought to look at Williams and see not only how far away they are from being right wing, but how far Milo is from being intelligent and witty. It is a reminder of how far we have yet to climb, but Williams' example reminds us that True Rightist thought makes that climb possible.