The Shame
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For the last 7 days Europe and America has been commemorating the anniversary of the D-Day landings, a time when nations pulled together to stand against bigotry and racism. ..
And yesterday Great Britain awarded the BNP two seats in the European Parliamentary elections.
The entire nation should hang its head in shame.
I mean, who in their right mind voted for these BNP idiots? Anybody care to own up?
No. I didn’t think so. Which makes their election all the more puzzling.
How has it happened?
Is an economic downturn all it takes for people to lose their thin veneer of humanity and jump on the bandwagon of bigotry?
Can people not see the appalling danger in any ethos that has at its heart the xenophobic desire to “save [insert the name of any country here] only for me and mine and people who look like me and mine”?
Plainly not.
History is evidently an ineffectual teacher.
Worse.
History is an appallingly ineffectual supply teacher. It means well. It wants to teach us really important stuff but its authority is completely lost on us. We just want to muck about at the back of the class, go out to break early, bunk the day off and then moan and blame other people when everything eventually goes tits up.
My wife’s reaction to the news was to wonder aloud if maybe it was time we got out of this country.
Mine was to opine that if the BNP got any more toe-holds people like us – proud liberals – might not have any choice in the matter.
From now on I’m going to be keeping one eye on the political landscape and one on the cheap suitcase shop at the top of town.
The reputation of the UK is currently staggering beneath the weight of a long knife in the back. I’d hate to be there if it ever topples over.
Labels: BNP, England, fears, government, idiocy, Karen, politics, racism, UK




