The Light
Interview : Pulling no punches on analysis of life
A Thousand Words & The Righteous Brothers
A selection of pix from the private viewing at The Truman Brewery in East London on Thursday 27th November
Hello, Abi Dailies
I’m not a taking-loads-of-photos person, but here’s a selection of sweaty photos from the brilliant private viewing of some of the portraits painted by the remarkable Jake Fern and art by The Righteous Brothers.
I am honoured that Jake painted me. I was really moved when I first saw it, hanging on the white wall. Me, the flawed, curly-chopped, difficult, funny, unsure, unequivocal, grateful Abi Roberts.
I see so much of my family in my face: My late mum as a little girl, my grandma, my sister and the blue of my dad’s eyes. As TheJules described it, ‘there is a 1930s melancholy’.
I was accompanied by my good pal Jonny Woodrow and his daughter Hope. It was a really excellent evening full of fizz, hugs, optimism, flirting, eye-rolling (natch), but mostly an overwhelming feeling that creating art, whether its painting, books, stand-up, clothing or music is the way to rebel against and stop the tide of cuntery that seeks to collectivise and dehumanise.
And then they said NO.
Have a great weekend, you crazy, beautiful buggers.
Be seeing you.
Abs X
T’Mao
Like Chinafication in my hand
I visited Beijing in my teens, and some forty years later, I am increasingly startled to see a creeping similarity in our towns and cities: bicycles; masks; surveillance; propaganda that encourages the reporting of others; the stifling of dissent and free speech; secularism, and complete dependence on the state for financial help through a social credit prison.
We have also seen the use of well-documented Maoist tactics in whipping up divide and rule fury in the youth through race-baiting, trans-activism, and the climate fear-porn. This has been particularly evident here and in North America.
This is all part of a programme of destabilisation.
I have written and spoken about this daunting realisation a few times, including on the New Culture Forum show Widdecombe, Webb & Woberts, which I recorded in 2021 with former shadow home secretary Ann Widdecombe, and conservative commentator Emma Webb. I told the audience that I believed ‘Covid’ was predominantly a collaboration between Gates, Fauci and the Chinese-funded World Health Organisation and World Economic Forum, and that the end game was the ‘vaccines’ and further control measures.
The show ended directly after that episode. Make of that what you will.
As I understand it, da Covid is just a part of the 10 year, Maoist, WEF global takeover dressed up as “Stakeholder Capitalism.” Our traitorous, Fabianist governments – and others – have sold their weak, greedy souls to the CCP-funded World Economic Forum.
This is the ultimate Faustian pact, and you might be surprised at who has willingly entered into it.
Schwab’s fever dream for a Godless, communist utopia is being bankrolled by those whose ultimate wish is to see sovereign individuals in digital chains. And the worst part is, the very people who claim to be free and awake, have all but rolled over to have their tummies tickled.
For the sake of precious future generations, we need courageous new solutions to wriggle free of this dystopian bindweed.
Suggestions on a postcard, please.
NB No A.I. was used in the writing of this piece. 😎
Dear Abi Daily subscribers
Thank you!
To all my subscribers
Thank you very much for subscribing to Abi Daily.
It’s very much appreciated.
Be seeing you!
Abs X
Letter to my lost listeners
With love
I’ve listened to this Paul Simon song a lot over the years and the lyrics in the bridge resonate deeply:
Oh, and it’s the same old story
Ever since the world began
Everybody got the runs for glory
Nobody stop and scrutinize the plan
Despite the glorious sunshine, this weekend has left me feeling rather chilly.
Over the past 48 hours, I have become aware that quite a few free subscribers are unsubscribing. Given the timing, I can only assume that this is due to my unbridled criticism of Trump and his administration.
For the avoidance of doubt, my legitimate criticism is born out of deep sadness and frustration that absolutely nothing has been done to stop the Covid ‘vaccine’ or to seek justice for the injured and dead. Alongside the spectacular non-release of the Epstein Files and zero arrests, this is a trying time for someone who has always loved America, and who at one time was going to live there.
In 1976, Gerald Ford stopped the Swine Flu injections that he had himself only just endorsed and instructed 30% of the population should take. Turns out they were causing terrible harms and killing people. But only a fraction of what the Covid ‘vaccines’ have been responsible for.
NB The Covid ‘vaccines’ are still being given to babies, children and the disabled.
Regardless of any other issues Trump may have addressed ie the barmy Gender Woo lies which he rightly put an immediate stop to, how can this be morally tenable? Maybe the truth is that some listening or reading really do want to move on and just forget about it, but I can’t do that you see.
I don’t see it as even a choice.
As many of you should remember, I was a harsh critic of sleepy, kid-sniffing Biden and constantly taking the piss out of his Marxist brigade of Wokesters. I am relieved that they are gone, but as any even vaguely awake person should know the two political parties of left and right are really two wings of the same bird. And if either of those wings are not clipped they become authoritarian wings, and as you see from 20th century history, God help us fighting that brutal bird.
Real ID anyone? Look up the phrase slippery slope and have a long, hard think.
How anyone can believe in any global leader being a white-hatted knight coming to the rescue after the last 5 years is utterly beyond belief. Especially one who boastfully called himself “Father of the Vaccine”. However, I do somewhat understand those of you who may be disgruntled about my recent content. This is simply the result of smoking too much hopium (or other substances) which is why I have resisted joining any worldly cult, and have stuck very much to my own counsel, personal path, and faith in Christ.
This is the ultimate test. Not the plastic PCR one.
The ‘new’ world I’d like to see emerge is one based on natural law and higher moral principles rooted in our old friends Truth, Goodness and Beauty. I want to see the Tartan Paint (Net Zero) bollocks abolished in favour of what earth provides in the form of coal, gas and oil. I want clean rivers, lavender full of bees, big families, cash, gold, full churches, restoration of the original Hippocratic Oath, hospitals designed on the Asclepieia, full pubs, dogs running, absolute free speech, free trade, debate, zero tax, trust, and the removal of all surveillance cameras. I’m sure there’s more, but you get my drift.
Is that really asking too much?
We can do this without WEF and Big Pharma suits either here or in America. After all, those damn suits and their acolytes are what got us into the dystopian nightmare of the last 5 years.
It’s like trusting a violent partner when he gives you flowers and promises he won’t punch you the 100th time.
And why we simply cannot go back to sleep.
Be seeing you.
A
Seek and ye shall find
A small garden of truth, goodness and beauty
Darling Abi Daily listeners and readers
The clarity you seek will not be found in any worldly leader.
Look within. He lives in your heart.
Always.
Be seeing you.
Abs X
Community garden in London
Be The Change
Chest infection, reflection, and X
Dear Abi Daily Fam
What a week.
I’ve been struck down with a pretty nasty chest infection that has wiped me out. My cough sounds like a consumptive Victorian prostitute who has just gargled with the wind section of an orchestra: all rattles and low wheezing, ducky.
I know a lot of illness is to do with how you live your life, and this particular episode has given me time to reflect and really put a boot up my arse: A change is gonna come…
I’m sure it’s also due to the relentless stress caused by world events, added to which I have had my resilience tested to the limit by people who were not all they seemed. Heart-crushing disappointment on top of global tyranny is quite a punishing mix. Luckily, I have enough self-knowledge to understand that such feelings are strong because they are pressing on tender old scars. In years gone by I might have been desperate to please people despite my reservations, but after the last five years I realise, with a jolt, that my self worth has actually increased. I know who I am, and what I value in fellow human beings. I am not the least bit impressed by fame, awards, social media following, or even talent.
I cherish authenticity.
And as I get older I believe that this is the rare talent that many overlook.
That, and a bit of humility.
As I have written previously, being ill gives one the luxury of real inner thought. Perhaps it’s to do with facing your own mortality, but whatever it is I always feel an immense calm. Despite looking like a sunken-eyed, crazy-haired hollow shell, my soul and mind feel nourished.
The inner musings took me to social media. What was I doing?
As many of you know, I have had doubts about the new Twitter (X) since way back in 2022 when, after an 8 month ban, a friend got my account back for me. I dragged my feet about going back on, but you have to be on social meedja if you’re somebody, right? I went back to Twitter a couple of times which is a real pity because I was absolutely right to be sceptical about its direction of travel.
The truth, goodness and beauty revolution will not be on social media.
I am no longer on X and will not be returning.
You can read my first article about Musk/X in July 2023 here
And my second one written in June 2024 here
Be seeing you!
Abs x
PS when people start saying they were the first to be deeply sceptical about Musk and X, please cast your Christmassy baubles aside and remember that old Dame Roberts and her stupid hair was already on it. She just didn’t have the confidence to believe she may be right.
Time out
Dear all
Hope you’re all doing ok?
To be honest, I’m feeling a tad overwhelmed, so I’m giving the podcast a break for a little while.
No need to worry, I just need a bit of breathing space.
Much love
Be seeing you!
Abs X
What’s Your Red Line?
Silence in the face of evil is itself evil: God will not hold us guiltless. Not to speak is to speak. Not to act is to act. – Dietrich Bonhoeffer
At a party last night, I kept hearing the expression ‘everybody has their red line.’ So, when I got home, accompanied by my good friend Jack Daniels, I looked up the origins of the phrase.
Apparently it’s from the 1928 “Red Line Agreement” between the largest oil companies in Britain, the USA and France at the end of the Ottoman Empire. At the time of signing the agreement, the borders of the former empire were not clear, so to remedy the problem an Armenian businessman named Calouste Gulbenkian, took a red pencil to draw the borders of the divided empire.
Now ‘your red line’ has come to mean deciding what you’re prepared to put up with, before you take a principled stand against what is unacceptable.
It’s been truly shocking to see people I admire deciding that their own red line means it’s ok to travel to countries that have implemented, and are still implementing some of the most immoral, inhumane policies in history. It’s like witnessing Stalin’s Harvest of Sorrow, during which time millions of Russians were deliberately starved to death, and deciding to book an all-inclusive holiday to Minsk to take in the sights. ‘Enjoy the rustic charm, but watch out for the mass graves, comrades!’
How about a nice cruise up the Danube, or a dirty weekend in Berlin? In November 2021, Austria imposed a stay at home order for the unvaccinated, and there were fines issued for the un-jabbed who left their home for ‘unessential’ reasons. In Germany, from November 2021 to March 2022, restaurants, bars, coffee shops and most of public life, including health care, was closed to the unvaccinated.
If that sounds familiar, between 1933 and 1939 there was similar legislation restricting the rights of the Jews.
Fancy a barbie down under? Come to sunny Australia, a colony run by brutal prison guards. Or stay trapped in a Lord of the Rings tour in New Zealand, with Jacinda Ardern’s dystopian zero-covid policy, that has stopped people getting in and out. Thanks to this barbaric lunacy, these beautiful destinations have been destroyed for generations. Maybe forever.
How about the land of Mounties, maple syrup, and Herr Trudeau? In February 2022, a convoy of truckers known as the Freedom Convoy drove across Canada to join a protest in Ottawa. The protests were sparked by a mandate that required Canadian cross-border truckers to be vaccinated against COVID-19. The world watched as police were sent in on horses to arrest people, in some cases using the butt of a rifle. Trudeau declared it a national emergency, and began freezing the bank accounts of the truckers. A ploy used to squash dissent by all totalitarian leaders before him.
Tamara Lich, the brave woman who co-organised the Freedom Convoy, was hauled into a police van and has been in and out of prison on bail since.
She is awaiting trial. She’s also my heroine.
In April 2021, Artur Pawlowski, a pastor of polish descent, garnered media attention when he kicked health officials and law enforcement officers out of his church in Calgary. They had barged in to enforce mask mandates on Easter Saturday. Pawlowski called them ‘Nazi psychopaths’ and ‘sick, evil people.’ Then in May, he was arrested by the Calgary Police Service for holding indoor services, which the agency described as an ‘illegal in-person gathering’.
Pawlowski has recently been arrested again. What’s the charge, being a good man?
If a holiday to Niagara Falls doesn’t float your boat, there’s always America. The land of the free has imposed some of the most inhumane restrictions yet, and the FDA has approved jabs for six month old babies. Like Canada, America still discriminates against the unmasked and unvaccinated, especially in Democrat-run states like California and New York.
I’ve seen a few familiar faces living it up on their recent travels to the US, whilst apparently unconcerned about the travel ban on their unvaccinated colleagues. It sure is a far cry from the civil rights movement when people stood up to end racial segregation, discrimination and disenfranchisement, often at huge risk to their personal safety. Similarly, Gay people would still be in fear for their lives, if men and women of principle hadn’t taken a stand and demanded equality under the law.
Would you go to a country that refuses entry to someone based on their skin colour, faith, or sexuality?
In addition to the hundreds of thousands of deaths that have arisen from the immoral Covid policies, there is overwhelming evidence that the experimental Covid-19 mRNA jabs are causing significant harms and death. So perhaps it’s time people stopped pussy-footing around, and started calling the last two and a half years what it is: the subjugation and murder of humanity.
And if you’re choosing to go on holiday to these places, it might be time to grab a damn pencil and re-draw your red line.
Douglas Murray: Pecs over principle
How my heroes failed the ultimate test
When my husband Terence died on the 28th November 2018, sleep evaded me like a tenant that wouldn’t pay rent. Consequently, I found myself, eyes wide in the dark, looking at my phone for signs that he might still be alive. I obsessively read everything about grief, from Nick Cave to C.S. Lewis. I found immense comfort in watching YouTube discussions with great thinkers like Roger Scruton and Douglas Murray. The consolation that there were people who believed in the pursuit of goodness, beauty and truth, was a huge relief at a time when the days and nights blurred into one.
I played one clip in particular over and over. It’s the interview below with the late Sir Roger Scruton. He’s smoking a cigar, auburn hair slightly mussed, calmly talking about his own personal relationship with God, the consolation that faith gives us, and the metaphysical reality of eternal life. The idea being that our 70 years or so is given to you. It’s yours. It’s there for ever, marked in time. I wish I could tell him in person just how much watching this night after night rescued me from drowning in a dark sea of meaninglessness.
I watched countless other clips, including On the Future of Conservatism, a discussion with Scruton, hosted by Douglas Murray for The Spectator. It gave me great hope that there were courageous men who would rise up to defend our inalienable rights, when the time came.
Sadly we lost Sir Roger Scruton to lung cancer on January 12th 2020. A gigantic loss to the public square. I felt enormous personal grief, because he had been there as a calm voice of faith in my own despair.
Then in March 2020, the world changed forever. My mother had just passed away after a long illness. My grief overload was almost unbearable by that point. I remember feeling relieved to be at home alone to have some peace. I drifted through the next few months in a sofa-clinging haze. I should really have bought shares in Deliveroo. By June, I’d switched off the news, and once again I delved into youtube and read everything I could. I realised something was very wrong with the narrative. Having lived in Soviet Russia, and knowing dissident Russians, I knew the uneasy, queasy feeling of cognitive dissonance propaganda gives you.
As my friends, and colleagues, socially distanced and masked up (alarm bells really should have rung when masks were introduced in the summer, when respiratory viruses are dormant), I lived my life as normally as I could. In June 2020, I tweeted my support for JK Rowling, who had defended the objective reality of biological sex, and my acting agent dropped me. I had never felt more alone. The only thing that stopped me from the feeling I was going mad, was seeing that there were voices out there who were prepared to challenge the narrative.
Particularly the COVID-19 narrative, which increasingly looked like dangerous nonsense.
As the year dragged on, we saw more removal of civil liberties in the form of absurd lockdowns. I hate the word lockdown, as it minimises what it is: the state entering your personal life, and home in the most pernicious way. In December 2020, the vaccine roll-out was announced. An experimental Emergency Use mRNA vaccine was miraculously here, and you were bloody well going to have it or you were a selfish citizen. In January 2021, across the world billions of people began to be injected, without their informed consent. In many countries the vaccinations then became mandatory, if you wanted to be included in society. The very definition of tyranny. Over 2021, the age group for vaccines quickly went from over 70s right down to pretty much zero. In Britain 5 year olds are being injected with a new serum, which is not out of its testing period until 2023.
Add to that children and the elderly have been forced to wear masks that prevent them breathing properly sometimes for 8 hours a day, teenagers and young adults have had the best time of their lives and their education destroyed, GPs and churches closed their doors, hospitals turned cancer patients and others with severe life-threatening illnesses away. Then there’s the scandal of the elderly being given Midazolam to hasten their deaths, because they were an inconvenience, and the criminal use of ventilators that caused the deaths of thousands, maybe more, because the only faith that mattered was COVID-19.
For 2 years I have looked for the condemnation by the once courageous voices I had found solace in during the desolate period after my husband’s death.
This was the test. Where the fuck were they?
Yesterday I watched/listened to The Joe Rogan Experience. His guest is one Douglas Murray. Murray has just written another book entitled: The War on the West: How to prevail in the age of unreason. During the first twenty minutes, Murray, dressed in a tight, navy Zelensky-esque t-shirt, revealing gym-honed, comic book hero pecs, complete with Grecian 2000 quiffed hair, giggling like a 16 year old girl on a first date, rails against the ridiculous COVID-19 lockdowns. He jokes that after the first one, when the British government allowed one hour of exercise a day, he fled to New York. Since then, he has studiously avoided joining the fierce condemnation of what many describe as the greatest crushing of our God-given liberties, via the use of medical tyranny, in our lifetimes. Tyranny by the West against its own citizens, using CCP policies.
His best-selling book, The Madness of Crowds, surely reflects precisely what has occurred, so where is the extra chapter entitled: How the worship of COVID-19 joined the Woke as another secular religion, and destroyed the moral and ethical fabric of humanity?
In the Rogan interview Murray makes a thinly disguised swipe at James Delingpole. And what, pray, is Delingpole guilty of? I’ll tell you. He’s guilty of using his exceptional journalistic skills to explore and expose deeply uncomfortable truths. He’s also guilty of being passionately angry at the grossest global crimes committed in plain sight, while his peers have had one eye on polishing their shiny gongs. He is justifiably furious. At a time when he needed his good, beautiful, true friends alongside him in the foxhole, they were nowhere to be seen. To say this was a betrayal, given the unconscionable crimes that are being committed against humanity, is an understatement.
In an interview on Joe Rogan in September 2020, Douglas Murray re-states something he has said many times: “It is so much better in your life to tell the truth. However you see it. It is so much better to just say what you see, than to shut up. Of all the regrets we could all have on our deathbeds, I reckon one of the biggest is … the regret that you just sidled through life. Kinda hoping people didn’t notice you and you just got by and did everything you were told to do, and just were a good boy … and then you sidle off.”
It’s April 24th 2022, and as the afternoon sun warms my desk, I find myself full of love and admiration for the thousands of men and women that I have had the privilege of speaking up with, both virtually and in person. A merry band of brothers and sisters, who refused to capitulate. These people will be remembered as principled human beings who didn’t sidle off, but roared, raged, marched, cried and fiercely stood up for the good, the beautiful and the true.
Here’s lookin’ at you, wherever you are.
We fight on, and we will win.
Be seeing you. X