Which mast are your colours nailed to?

An Oxford college showcases alumni who are credibly associated with war crimes

I left my friends’ home the far north of Scotland on Thursday lunchtime, and after nearly 700 miles and 14 hours behind the steering wheel, arrived in Oxford on Saturday morning. I felt compelled to attend as a matter of public interest, since my college was putting on a jamboree to celebrate the very day of its 400th anniversary. Two of the alumni speakers are extremely controversial establishment fronts for the Covid escapade — Prof Chris Whitty (Chief Medical Adviser to the UK Government from 2019) and Marianna Spring (BBC’s disinformation and social media correspondent).

Times change, and institutions evolve alongside society. Without passing judgement, the first person I saw in the Old Quad was a woman wearing a hijab, something that I observed zero times in my years as an undergraduate. Some alterations are welcome adjustments, like the installation of tasteful new paving and doorways to eliminate unnecessary steps, so the venue is accessible to the disabled. Others are detestable, such as when the college flew the “Progress Pride” flag that represents a radical agenda to promote criminal transgenderism to children and decry the role of the traditional family.

The implied celebration of the death of an unborn child, and “someone else’s body with no choice”, might not be the most tasteful decoration in the new cafe. At the very least it is a divisive and domineering statement, taken to imply universal agreement, when it has no such support among many members (most notably Catholics and conservatives). The irony was not lost on me that I was attending after the greatest violation of informed consent and bodily integrity in our cultural memory via coercive lockdowns, dangerous face masks, and fraudulent injections. Oxford colleges were enthusiastic participants, which creates a demand for profound reform.

As the world is on the cusp of monumental change, it may help future readers to locate this event on the timeline. We have not yet had any kind of emergency broadcast about Covid military tribunals, official martial law to tame the resulting riots, or financial collapse and reset from the fallout. What we have had is hard evidence that Covid was a scam of monumental and monstrous proportions, with almost unbelievable consequences. To pick one example of many, “Dr. Francis Boyle, the Harvard educated law professor that drafted the 1989 Biological Weapons and Antiterrorism Act provided an affidavit asserting that COVID 19 injections and mRNA nanoparticle injections are biological weapons of mass destruction.” [source]

You don’t need to agree with Dr Boyle to accept as a statement of fact that what happened under Covid is extremely contentious, akin to a subject like abortion. Credible people are making substantive allegations of war crimes, and they are increasing in number all the time. These controversies are by no means settled matters beyond debate, and the consequences of being on the wrong side of history are severe. I am infamous for taking a contrary position to the invited speakers, to the extent that I (perhaps wrongly) sensed a wince of recognition from the Master as he shook my hand as I entered the main auditorium. Nonetheless, he and the governing body are accountable for their choices, and which flags they fly.

Both Prof Whitty and Miss Spring were placed in a bind by the unexpected timing of a general election. The former had to get special permission to present, as there is normally a period of silent purdah for public officials — and asked that nobody tweet or report his talk until after Thursday. Nothing I am saying here is going to have the slightest impact on voting intention or party politics, and the public interest of exposing criminality at the highest levels takes precedence. The latter appeared by video link, as her work duties understandably had to take priority over travel in this context.

Rather than deconstructing the more contentious talks slide-by-slide, I wish to highlight the agenda that the College is attaching its name to. The unconscious tends to dominate our choices, and my sense is that the Establishment narrative vessel is leaking badly and listing at this point. It seemed to me an effort to reassert the doctrines that the hive mind is meant to agree to. As the “flagship” event, who you choose to promote as the most illustrious alumni is emblematic that which you wish to edify in general, and this combination is not accidental. Perhaps unsurprisingly for an Oxford college, one that is now potentially embroiled in existentially crippling liabilities for tyrannical medical fraud, it reasserted its full allegiance to the statist entities that fund it.

Our dear friends at Wiktionary define the term to “nail one's colours to the mast”:

From the naval military practice of displaying one's colours (signal flags or insignia) from the mast of a ship during battle to show loyalty. To surrender, one would strike one's colours, i.e. take down one's flag. If a ship nailed its colours to the mast, it would fight to the death and not surrender.

The truth or falsehood of the hypothesis “state-approved Covid injections are bioweapons” is literally a matter of life and death. To unquestioningly present one side of this matter as absolute truth, totemic of the institution, is remarkably brave. Ever more when done as a way of nailing the official narrative’s flag to the legitimacy of the College ship as a whole, especially on the day of its 400th anniversary.

As if to highlight the distinction between rational inquiry and doctrinaire propaganda, Prof Mugglestone gave a talk on the provenance of “Dr Johnson’s desk”.

Samuel Johnson, the author of the first English dictionary, is one of the College’s most celebrated alumni. I had a choice is nearly any room in the second year there as I came near the top of the room ballot, but didn’t inquire which one was his; maybe I should have! Whether the Victorian-era desk is actually Dr Johnson’s, with its wild history of (in)authenticity, remains opaque. Yet Prof Mugglestone was able to expound both perspectives without resorting to pejorative terms like “anti-desker”, “relic denier”, or “furniture theorist”. Nobody’s contemporary professional reputation (and source of funding) depends upon the provenance of this item, which turns out to be the construction material equivalent of a modern pine effort from IKEA.

My own unconscious ambivalence had me sit in the furthest seat in the (Google executive funded) new auditorium as Prof Whitty spoke. The man is often accused of being the “British Anthony Fauci”, and that’s not a compliment. He blithely stated that the Covid response was a “triumph of organisation by the NHS” to which the Mandy Rice-Davis response applies. The dreaded “anti-vaxxers” were told to “look away” while the HiB, rotavirus, and HPV vaccines were held up as an examples of uncontroversial medical success.

A rotavirus vaccine was pulled from the market, and bowel injuries remain an issue, with the effectiveness still disputed. The HPV vaccine has left a large cohort of dead and injured out of all proportion to the benefit. As for HiB, which raises the risk of type 1 diabetes, this doctor’s tweet captures the sentiment:

During my career in PCCM, I have witnessed profound benefit of HIB vaccine, virtually eliminating debilitating & deadly Hemophilus Influenzae diseases (meningitis, sepsis w purpura fulminans, epiglottis), common & feared in 1980’s, now since 1990’s pediatric residents complete training never seeing a case. Yet, the deceit surrounding COVID EUA roll-out, @US_FDA, complicity, hiding adverse events, misrepresenting need & effectiveness, has created for me deep mistrust for all vaccine safety data. Betrayal

Statins were promoted by Prof Whitty as an unqualified benefit, despite widespread evidence to the contrary of medical malfeasance and fraud. I am not a medical expert, but I can tell when speculations or controversies are being taught as hardened fact.

As much as anything else, I wanted to sense the audience’s reaction when it was time for questions. Did anyone else share my skepticism of his credibility and venerability? In essence, there was total deference. The only hint of the possibility that dissent was possible was a reference to those who “went off the reservation” and questioned what had happened under Covid. The unconscious nature of both speakers and audience was driven home to me with a relatively technical talk on mRNA technology by a PhD student. While very competent, it absolutely lacked empathy with the audience, few of whom could locate the biological mechanics in their own life. My epiphany was these people are playing God, but lack the spiritual awareness to do so humbly and safely.

Miss Spring was born several years after I graduated, and I know for certain that I was immensely naive at her age, and am still working it off. Part of me wants to be fatherly and protect this eloquent young woman from the unfortunate consequences of her own innocence and ignorance, but it is not upon me to take on her karma as an accomplice to wicked deeds. She is absolutely immersed in her media narrative paradigm, seemingly unaware of how the intelligentsia themselves most fervently produce and consume propaganda. In a moment of unintended comedy, with the presenter laptop facing the rear wall, she stated “I can’t actually see any of you, I am staring at a wall”. Indeed so, Mariana!

I went on a tour of the gardens afterwards, and couldn’t help but notice that the head gardener was both literally and metaphorically the most grounded person I had met that day. If there was a test a few years down the road of how the catering, porter’s lodge, and cleaning staff did at discerning the Covid scam versus the illustrious academics, I strongly suspect they would come out on top — by a long way. Inhabiting a world of ideas, abstractions, and dreams is dangerous when lacking “skin in the game” habits and responsibilities. The gardener can get feedback from a rose thorn that his absolute belief in his self-control and competence has practical limits.

Once you see that academics struggle to keep up with the wisdom of the scouts (Oxonian term for the maids) the place becomes humanised in a profound way. The egregore of “many brilliant minds thinking the same stupid thought” is half comedy and half tragedy. There are many material trappings, like a spectacular wine cellar, that maintain the class differential. The arrival of a spiritual war, unseen to most who enjoy their privilege as faculty or alumni, levels everyone, upends that hierarchy, and eliminates the meaning of these perks. I happen to be in a place to see the turning point before others; I cannot tell you if the institution will continue another year once the truth of Covid ultrascandal hits, let alone another 400.

A final visit to the library (where I rarely ventured as a student — who needs books when you have a computer?) brought me back to the humanisation of the institution and the individuals who occupy it. The precious artefacts include ancient manuscripts, one where a Tudor child embellished the vellum when it was already several centuries old. Among these many treasures were Dr Johnson’s personal prayer papers, capturing his most intimate thoughts. Most were burnt by him at the end of his life as being private ramblings, but some were later published, in edited form. This caused consternation among those who idolised him, as he revealed his struggles with alcohol, inadequacy, religion, and debt. I “get it”, doc! Just another bloke trying hard.

It was £60 to come for the day events, and £220 to continue for the gala dinner. The former, along with a lot of diesel and extortionate parking, I can just afford; the latter is beyond me. As I walked away, I recalled my father proudly delivering me up the lane from St Aldates in his 1.6 litre Ford Escort way back in 1989, in contrast to the BMWs and Jaguars of other parents. I passed by the rear entrance to Marks and Spencer, where the delivery trucks would beep at 5am opposite my first room on staircase 13. Personally I wouldn’t use an incomplete pentagram in my loyalty card logo. Outsiders hear a word like “Oxford” and attach all kinds of stereotypical meaning to it, but for me it is personal, and not an easy emotional journey over a lifetime.

Seeing the totality of the institution and the context gave me a pang of grief, as there will be losses ahead, before we see the gains of the liberation of both mind and body from unseen chains of false doctrine and widespread treason. My sense of both Prof Whitty and Miss Spring is sincere people, both very lucid, yet who are very lost. Their allegiance to a eugenic genocide is through carelessness and hubris rather than malice or gain. I dread to think what their fate may be. Anyone on the public stage is typically a puppet of unseen forces, and likely oblivious to their role as a disposable “useful idiot” — no matter how prominent or famous. I am also wary of judging people who may be playing roles in a big stage play, and both may be innocent actors.

Pride is a sin for a reason, and a season of humbling is coming. Pembroke nailed its flag to a mast with this event, and it has Covid, mRNA, and BBC written on it. Maybe it is for the best, and part of a divine plan. The attachment to a deceitful and deadly agenda, along with its subsequent total narrative destruction, may be a necessary precursor to radical changes needed for the next 400 years. Perhaps the future of the institution is as a refuge for orphans of these transhumanist technologies and their deployment to kill millions? Being just inside the ancient city wall it is easy to secure, comes with excellent accommodations, and the staff are doubtless adaptable to new uses — even if the academics may struggle.