The English: Are They Human? Case Study 17: Homemade Invisible Ink

Despite controlling one-third of the world’s landmass and one-quarter of its population at its peak in the late 19th century, one really has to wonder if the English are even civilized in the first place. As Indian historian and MP Dr. Shashi Tharoor stated in a 2015 speech at Oxford University, “No wonder the sun never set on the British Empire… even God couldn’t trust the English in the dark.”

In G.J. Renier’s The English: Are They Human?, the author sets out to examine why the English are the way they are; it’s not an easy task. Despite the title being absolutely hilarious, the book itself is somewhat humorous, but overall quite academic. This, to me, is quite disappointing. Thus, I am setting out to improve upon his work, and find some case studies that properly shed light on what makes the English such an absurd people. Fortunately, there’s so much out there to choose from. After careful research, it is my conclusion that the English cannot be considered human.

Why?

For my final presentation… British spies were encouraged to “make their own invisible ink” in the First World War.

How to Send Secret Messages with Invisible Ink and Oxidation | This West  Coast Mommy
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HOMEMADE INVISIBLE INK

Date: 1914-18

Location: Continental Europe (wherever British spies could be found, that is.)

In 1909, the brand-new Secret Intelligence Bureau came into existence, determined to root out any spies affecting the British Empire’s stability both at home and abroad. As the Great War began, English operations picked up, with two new divisions created in the SIB to manage operations at home and operations abroad. The man picked for the Secret Intelligence Service (better known as  MI6)? A man named Sir Mansfield Smith-Cumming.

Mansfield Smith-Cumming - Wikipedia
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I swear to God that I am not making this name up. 

Smith-Cumming was, quite possibly, the most English person to ever exist in all of history. He wore a golden monocle and carried a swordstick everywhere he went. As a member of the Royal Navy from 1878-1909, he was deemed “unfit for service” due to his propensity for seasickness, but continued to work the final twenty-four years of his naval career onshore, responsible for creating on-land defence mechanisms nearby to the busy port city of Southampton. In 1909, Smith-Cumming joined the SIB, where he would eventually rise to chief of SIS by 1911. 

In 1914, he was involved in a terrible car accident in France, which unfortunately killed his son. He also lost his leg in the accident – and while the truth is unclear, there are some fantastic legends that he may well have amputated it himself using nothing but a pen knife. Regardless of the truthfulness of the previous statement, it is a fact that he used to fuck with people by randomly stabbing his own artificial leg with knives, letter openers, fountain pens, or whatever other sharp object happened to be nearby – just to see what reaction he’d get from the unfortunate candidates to the intelligence service. According to legend, if the person winced, Smith-Cumming would state, quite plainly, “Well, I am afraid you won’t do.”

A larger-than-life figure, Sir Mansfield Smith-Cumming was the inspiration for “M”, the character for Ian Fleming’s famous James Bond novels. He also inspired the “Control” character in John Le Carre’s spy novel The Spy Who Came In From The Cold. A thoroughly ridiculous man, his other main claim to fame was his involvement in research on invisible ink – deemed incredibly important for success of spies operating during the war. 

A Whitehall penthouse which was once the headquarters of MI6 and home to the boss who inspired James Bond's 'M' has gone on the market for £5.5million
Sir Mansfield Smith-Cumming’s penthouse, in Whitehall. It was completely bombproof – a handy little addition for the kind occupant extremely focused on home security! [source]

The SIS, and its sister service, the Security Service, spent a long time working on invisible inks, with varying success – however, when one man figured out the solution to an ink that wouldn’t be sensitive to iodine (the preferred method for testing for invisible inks in this era), Sir Mansfield Smith-Cumming was extremely enthused. 

The secret ingredient? You guessed it – semen. 

In fact, Smith-Cumming was so enamoured of the idea that he coined the term “every man his own stylo” to help build support for the idea. 

However, there was one major drawback to this handy new source of invisible ink – the smell. 

In research, one particular spy based out of Denmark decided to keep an “inkwell”, if you will… and without fresh ink to use for every letter, the receiver would be met with an absolutely rank, disgusting smell lingering on the paper. Think incel basement mixed with nationalist desperation, with a little dose of British inhumanity sprinkled in for good measure. The smell was so awful that researchers back home complained so vehemently that Smith-Cumming was forced to publish a memo indicating the necessity of “fresh operation” for every letter written.

As for the man in question who made the discovery? He was bullied so ferociously by his fellow SIS officers that he was forced to be transferred to another office. 

And to make matters worse, Sir Mansfield Smith-Cumming planned on “harvesting” some female equivalent for testing… from the infamous Colney Hatch insane asylum. I’m not certain how this exactly would have been accomplished, besides the obvious… but it certainly would have been extremely, extremely unethical.

After a few months of Sir Mansfield Smith-Cumming’s determined push for the plan, it was eventually discarded, for good. Probably for the best. Against all odds, though, the lunatic received numerous awards, both public and private, for his service to his country. He died in 1923 – very suddenly, at his home in Kensington – just before he was slated to retire. 

Mansfield Smith-Cumming - Wikipedia
A commemorative badge adorning the former MI6 headquarters. [source]

I hope he got got. In fact, I hope they all got got – the English are a scourge. And safe to say, after seventeen case studies, I thus lay my evidence out to you; I hope you will find in your heart, as I have in mine, to reach the conclusion that the English are not human. I shudder to consider the possibility that they might be. 

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Thank you for reading this series over the last few months! It’s been a pleasure to research and write over the past while. I’ll be off for the winter break, but I’ll be back on Thursday, January 7th, 2021, with my next series. Safe to say that Hue Jackson is going to be involved in this one. Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, etc. etc. Be well, stay safe, wash your hands, and wear a mask.

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clint greasewood

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Last edited 4 years ago by clint greasewood
Gumbygirl

This series was magnificent! Bravo, Maestro.

yeah right

Agreed, excellent series Maestro.

Viva La Tabula Raza

Glad to see you mention the LeCarre connection. After having read most of his output, I don’t think that guy likes the English much, even though he are one. His Smiley books are superb, have read multiple times…

Last edited 4 years ago by Viva La Tabula Raza
Dunstan

To give the English their due, they were for a long time among the leading nations in intelligence-gathering. But they really dropped the ball in the 20th century for the most English of reasons — their traditional reliance on recruiting “proper English gentlemen” who of course needed no serious vetting beyond “I went to Cambridge with him, seems like a nice chap. Good family.”

And that’s how they ended up with Kim Philby, a communist mole who infiltrated them to very high levels. I read a book about him a few years ago, and it’s truly astonishing how easy it should have been for British Intelligence to unmask him. Dude was a open Communist during his college days, and they didn’t think that merited investigation. Even later on, when some people got suspicious because of all the evidence pointing towards him, they just dismissed the possibility because they were so reluctant to question such a distinguished chap.

Horatio Cornblower

“when one man figured out the solution to an ink that wouldn’t be sensitive”

Sir? Sir? I was, uh, writing a letter to Penthouse Forum about an experience I’d recently had that I thought their readers might enjoy, and which totally happened, (the girl lives in Dublin: you wouldn’t know her) and, get this, the story just disappeared! Right at the best part!

King Hippo

No greater sentence EVAR written!

Think incel basement mixed with nationalist desperation, with a little dose of British inhumanity sprinkled in for good measure. 

Horatio Cornblower

I just wish we couldn’t have seen it.

Because it should have been written in semen-based invisible ink, you see.

Don T

quite

Game Time Decision

Love this series, going to miss it.

Horatio Cornblower

Agreed. Original idea and quality writing.

Don T

I also dug the colonial enmity ?

Last edited 4 years ago by Don T
BrettFavresColonoscopy

Good spy craft cums at a price