My appeal against the National Probation Service takes place this Friday, January 10th 2019, 10.30 am, at Derby Combined Court Centre, Morledge, Derby DE1 2XE.
This post could be the last one for a while, as I expect to be sent back behind bars for three weeks. If further conditions are imposed, these may well include an outright ban from publishing on the Internet, including here on my own website. My enemies – the enemies of freedom of expression – wish to see me silenced for good. They, along with the other usual suspects, are still falsely claiming that I was convicted for ‘holocaust’ denial. The aim is to mislead people into believing that questioning or, in my case, mocking the dubiousness of orthodox ‘holocaust’ history, would be a criminal offence. Bring it on, I say: such legislation, as already exists in many European countries, only makes people more curious as to why it is unlawful to question a historical event.
Season’s greetings to all. Here is a brief review of 2019 that, in the end, turned out to be not so brief. The new year is fraught with the prospect of yet another upcoming spell behind bars, for singing songs. More on that later…
Exactly a year ago today, I received in my inbox an extraordinary missive sent by veteran nationalist, Richard Edmonds, relaying the text of a statement published online by Heritage and Destiny deputy editor, Peter Rushton. Initially signed by Rushton, Edmonds and Michèle Renouf, the statement slanders me as a ‘traitor and a saboteur’. Below are links to several self-penned articles on this astonishing chapter in British nationalist-revisionist history:
A year on, the outright failure on the part of these so-called nationalists to have me surgically removed from movement circles is no better illustrated than by today’s demands by the Anti Defamation League that my Facebook account must be suspended immediately. Indeed, according to both the ADL and the Jewish diaspora’s seethingly vengeful and most anti-White publication to date, The Algemeiner, the removal of my presence from Facebook is a top priority, as is the removal of online accounts run by a host of other notorious luminaries including David Duke, Louis Farrakhan, Richard Spencer, Gilad Atzmon, Kevin MacDonald, Kevin Barrett, Texe Marrs (RIP), Gordon Duff, E. Michael Jones and Nathanael Kapner :
Peter Coulson, presiding judge at yesterday’s High Court hearing, when relying on the Crown’s citation of authorities from the 2012 Twitter joke trial (R vs Chambers), stated wrongly that, unlike YouTube videos that are available for to everyone to see, it was necessary to be registered with Twitter to see tweets. The ruling also states, also wrongly in my view, that – as with a tweet – my videos were “immediately streamed” as a result of anyone accessing them.
Also sitting, Bobbie Cheema-Grubb, admonished my barrister, Adrian Davies, for his analogy – coherent in my view – that the ‘sending’ of a message to an inanimate object, as in to a server in California, fails to come under the legislation of S. 127.
Whilst Cheema-Chubb noted that it was unhelpful to compare old forms of communication with the Internet, she appeared not to take into consideration the fact that legislation contained within S. 127 has a history dating back decades, first for ‘offensive, menacing or threatening’ letters and then for similarly abusive phone calls.
Final business of the day was an agreement between both sides, in court, that my costs were to be covered by the tax payer: a pretty clear admission that this entire farce has been a huge waste of precious court time and of public resources.
To mark today’s application to the High Court, the Atelier de chansons potaches is proud to present Les copains d’abord (‘Friends first’), original song by Georges Brassens, here in a parody version that tells the story of Alison Chabloz, (pronounced “Chablo”); spiritual daughter from England, — a worthy heiress, talented, friendly British comedian and female star of the Atelier de chansons potaches, – of Dieudonné M’Bala M’Bala and Robert Faurisson.
Thumbnail from an original drawing by ProjetKO.
Back in court
I’m back in court
Twixt Brexit Day and Halloween
My case will likely go unseen
Back in court
For crime of thought
It’s Halloween, it’s Brexit Day
Good time to throw free speech away..?
Tomorrow’s appeal hearing for my main case will take place at the Royal Courts of Justice, Strand, Holborn, London WC2A 2LL, Court 1, at 10.30 am. The nearest tube stations are Temple and Holborn.
The two presiding judges are Mr Justice Coulson and Mrs Justice Cheema-Grubb DBE.
A year ago today, Robert Faurisson passed away. For more than 40 years, his life was entirely dedicated to the revisionist cause. By way of his study, research and quest for historical exactitude, he also sought exoneration for the German people, wrongly accused during and since the Nuremberg Victors’ Trials, and declared his unbending support for the plight of the indigenous Arabs of occupied Palestine.
In light of Faurisson’s dual citizenship (France/UK) and bilingualism, it is perhaps unsurprising that he was the first prominent revisionist to discover my own leanings in this direction. That was back in 2015 when I performed a quenelle salute at the Edinburgh Fringe. From that infamous day onward, Faurisson – with the help of his devoted sister, Madame Yvonne S. – was typically diligent in informing revisionists worldwide of my musical and other contributions, for which I am still immensely grateful.
When I began composing my series of Songs of the Shoah, I paid tribute to Faurisson in ‘Nemo’s Antisemitic Universe‘ – one of the songs which later saw me convicted and sentenced in an English court. Before circulating the video of my song, I sent him a copy, politely asking his permission to proceed. His response came almost immediately with a resounding J’approuve! The rest is history, so to speak…
My unexpected release from HMP New Hall on unconditional bail last week appears to have somewhat dampened my detractors’ celebratory mood, in particular for the start of the Jewish New Year, Rosh Hashanah. Following vituperative pleas that I be shiv’d inside prison (= stabbed ), post-release whining has reverted to the usual calls for censorship and that I would do well to hang myself. Such nice people. Why they still think it’s a wise move to grant me further publicity is, frankly, unfathomable.
This latest round of persecution has led to my profile being raised further, with messages of love and support flooding in from near and far. Many thanks to everyone for their kind encouragements. Those of you frustrated in your attempts to donate (my latest donation pages at Patreon and Ko-Fi having been suspended with funds sequestered!) can find more information on how to help by clicking here.