Ding Dong Bell, Delingpole’s Down the Well

The Shekels or the ‘money’ is a chimera that many chase. It is a falsity on the simple basis that the money of the realm is neither lawful or real and because it is, as a matter of unassailable fact, a credit system of financial control. It is
The One Ring to Control Them All.

As I have written about extensively, the licenced credit brokers are not actual banks. They are traders in securities, which they either buy, sell for profit or, in the case of the Great British Mortgage Swindle, unlawfully procure through the thousands of duplicitous conveyancing solicitors whose ignorance of the facts is as manifold as the earth’s oceans.

In an essay written last year, I posited that I am not in the business of making friends or followers across social media, whatever the form those limited hangouts take. My output is to be measured qualitatively and not quantitively.

A year on and nothing has changed: Facebook, X and You Tube continue to implement shadow banning on the accounts that I have. Any followers I have are small in number, with YT currently standing at 245, regardless of the quality of my output. X stands at 1812 followers and Facebook c. 2.9k.

The X feed does not show me the posts from those whom I follow and my posts are tweaked by the algorythms to not appear in the feeds of my 1.8k followers.

Why might this be the case? It began some 5 years ago when I was writing about the Scamdemic and, in common with many others who were doing the same, a blanket of censorship was draped over my content.

The numbers who subscribe to the Rogue Male site has remained static and, as it stands, those who visit my site has nosedived, with visitors now inumbered in the tens when it was in the hundreds per day, especially when I made a post.

It is frustrating and it is designed to be so as demoralisation is the name of the game in which silencing me is the intention, to the point where I simply give up.

One may posit that ‘surely this is paranoia, Michael?’

To which I would counter that it may simply be awareness of the fact that for the last 16 years I have been engaged in a steady campaign of exposing and explaining the Banking Con which necessarily includes the Great British Mortgage Swindle and the actual mechanics of a ‘money’ system that is entirely an illusion. Henry Ford famously said – and I’m paraphrasing here – that only one man in a million could work it out and if the population were to grasp the swindle of banking, then the proponents would be hanging from the lamposts.

Couple that with my exposure of the fraud at work in the Courts (HMCTS) – the calling out of the various actors who claim to be judges and the dark freemasonic sorcerers who serve the inversion of truth at all levels, then you may see just why I have been so suppressed. I am like the lone nutter who wanders round an empty field sounding off about the various BS artists and controlled opposition groups whose platforms dwarf mine by infinite degrees of magnitude. This Rogue Rant from yesterday, 21st August, 2025, serves to illustrate the point that Reform UK, Advance UK and Restore Britain are each led by ‘former’ investment bankers, who never go near the subject of credit creation.

That said, as regular readers and viewers will know, I simply enjoy writing and discoursing on the pertinent topics that come to my attention and, as you may expect, I have no intention of stopping.

Those who are approved evidently have no such problems and one example of a so-called popular writer and podcaster is the character known as James Delingpole.

His Delingpod  podcast continues to have a reach I can only dream of. Not that popularity can be used as the measure of a man or his work.

The son and brother of Freemasons, the expensively-educated Oxford graduate, who was once employed by the mainstream print media and was editor of Breibart, is something of a flibbertigibbit who enthusiastically plummets down a variety of rabbit holes, with all the gusto of a Jack Russell terrier, referring to himself as a red-pilled conspiracist who interviews a wide variety of guests.

Good for him, you might say but what if he is actually a state asset? After all, he is of the same cohort of graduates as Boris Johnson, David Cameron, George Gideon Osborne et al. He has stated that he was not recruited by Mi5 and groomed to be a national leader but I’m not buying it – the lady doth protest too much.

His long friendship with Lord Toby Daniel Moorsom Young, Baron Young of Acton – aka Toby Young – certainly rings a few bells. The pair of them had a weekly podcast, London Calling which, for a time, carried advertising for  the services of a Leicester mortgage broker who was sponsoring the ‘show’.

Of all the rabbit holes he goes down, like so many of his ilk, James Delingpole never goes near the issue of the One Ring of financial control that holds the vast majority of the multitude in its thrall.

This avoidance is sometimes referred to as the Third Rail:

“The third rail of a nation’s politics is a metaphor for any issue so controversial that it is “charged” and “untouchable” to the extent that any politician or public official who dares to broach the subject will invariably suffer politically. The metaphor comes from the high-voltage third rail in some electric railway systems.

Touching a third rail can result in electrocution, so usage of the metaphor in political situations relates to the risk of “political suicide” that a person would face by raising certain taboo subjects or having points of view that are either censored, shunned or considered highly controversial or offensive to advocate or even mention.” Source

Could it be that James has been placed to corral those who are awakening to the pernicious nature of the construct in which they find themselves to be trapped? Is he what Wyvern the Terrible calls,

“The Joe Rogan of British podcasting”?

I would assert that is exactly what he is and that his output manifestly amounts to nothing more than a Limited Hangout.

After all, is it not the case that those, like him, who have sizeable followings are tolerated by the controllers as long as they avoid the more salient issues like the law, hidden history and the credit system?

To be popular on social media and in the ‘alternative scene’ one has to accommodate and maintain the current audience but is that audience truly conscious or have they been suckered into a cul-de-sac of empty rhetoric that nullifies their followers into passivity?

Is an audience that is drawn to conspiratorial narratives and the ‘rabbit holes’ that James frequently refers to really any different from the rest of the populace? Does that audience not have a limited perception that undermines their claims to be ‘awake’?

Is the ‘alternative scene’ truly different from the mainstream one?

Take for instance the issue of vaccination. The mainstream promotes it and the alternative scene denounces it.

Although a minority may point it out, few seem to be ready to acknowledge that the very premise of vaccination is utter nonsense. That premise is rarely considered and thus we have the mud-slinging that is exchanged between the two opposing camps which goes nowhere, just as it is intended to do.

Delingpole’s jolly schtick is nothing more than an echo chamber, that occasionally mocks his followers. By way of example, in his interview with Richard D Hall last year, the latter made mention of the recurrence of the number Twenty-Two in  the referenced Manchester event, as well as how it features in other such psy-ops. This moment occurs in the 22nd minute of their dialogue. Did James edit it so that it appeared to be a coincidence, designed as a hint that the Freemasonic controllers are all-powerful and that their operations are thus works of genius?

The only interaction I have had with Mr Delingpole was when, last September, I published an essay on Rhetoric on the Substack platform, James shared it and reiterated my conclusion that Miri Finch’s article on the Richard D Hall court case was reliant on logical fallacies. Finch, of course, is someone who he has interviewd on a number of occasions and I would not trust her as far as I could throw her. The pair of them run round the rabbit runs like a pair of self-righteous bunnies.

Birds of a feather flock together – Finch and Delingpole – an echo chamber of empty rhetoric.

The curious thing was that shortly after the article was published and Delingpole had shared it, he then sent me a direct message, recanting his support of the piece, in which he glibly stated that Finch is “good”, that he would defend her honour and that I should stop giving her “shit”, otherwise he would be “very disappointed”.

Somewhat surprised at his volte face, I sent him this reply,

“Good morning, James and thank you for getting in touch.

Naturally, I will retract any post I have made that is inaccurate and, if necessary, issue an unreserved apology to the individual concerned.

Therefore, if you would be so kind, please inform Ms Finch that she has only to point out any errors in my reasoning and I will do just that.

However, please take note that I will not be moved by any fallacious appeals to emotion such as those contained in your rather bizarre direct message.

In fact, may I enquire as to what any of this has to do with you? Did you not appreciate the critique on Finch’s rhetoric to the point of sharing it?

In truth and honour, Michael”

The ensuing silence was deafening.

Looking back, I wonder what had motivated him to behave in such a way. The Bullfinch is fond of repeating her mantra that “If you know the name, they’re in the game.”

Unsurprisingly, she does not apply this tenet to James Delingpole, a man who is married to a member of the tiny hat family and who sent his son to Eton. Quite how, as a self-proclaimed alternative ‘truther’ he is able to fund his country manor and the school fees of his son is beyond my ken, unless, of course, he is indeed a salaried deep state operative who does not have to rely on donations and subscriptions.

It is also worth noting that he never goes anywhere near the subject of the ongoing invidious population replacement progrom that is being rolled out before our very eyes, even going so far as to state that the Southport murders were a false flag operation and that the Mohammedan gangs on our streets are state-sponsored actors.

Is all this a case of sour grapes? Not in the least. To reiterate: I am not here to gain praise or garner followers but I am allergic to bullshit and have a healthy suspicion of those who speak with plummy accents, lord it over others and ponce about like latter-day pied pipers.

My writings and discourses are to be assessed qualitatively – they stand or fall on the accuracy of the information and the reasoning contained therein and not the size of the audience. That, of course, means that I stand as the antithesis to each of the ex-investment bankers who front Reform UK, Restore Britain and Advance UK.  Posh accents invariably gloss over vaccuity and none of those ever goes near the subject of money/credit creation, its control and its supply:

Meanwhile, James’ love of the shekels continues – each ‘Delingpod’ episode is introduced with an advertisement for a company that deals in gold and silver and whilst there is no problem with that per se, it is interesting to note that his much-trumpeted burrowing down and through a variety of rabbit holes always avoids the gaping tunnel of the financial control system, the matter of Law and the various legal traps in which we find ourselves. Would such a venture threaten his income stream? I don’t know but it is an interesting question nevertheless.

One thing for sure is that Delingpole has never been short of a few bob, just like Farage, Lowe and Habib and, consequently, that could be the reason why none of them go near the issue of the fraud of banking and, indeed, why no so-called ‘influencer’/soc media bigwig or conspiracy enthusiast ever goes near the subject of how it’s created, where it comes from and who controls it.

Cue the silence as I drop another pebble into the well of their vaccuity… so it goes, so it goes….

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Addendum: Whilst I cannot vouch for the veracity of this short YT video, “Is James Delingpole Encoding Masonic Numerology Into His Show?“, it does touch on some of the issues that I have aired in this essay – namely that Delingpole edited the interview so it appeared that Richard D Hall started speaking on the recurrence of the number 22 at the 22nd minute mark and it also posits that James’ brother, Dick, is a Freemason, as was their father. Consequently, some may take the view that there’s no smoke without fire…


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  1. You are so right. We only move forward when the truth is there in the light, plain as day, in all all it’s glory or gory. Too much fannying about, half truths, dancing round the edges, sitting on the fence etc echoing around and around. Nothing wrong with “telling it as it is”.

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