Mulch
3 February 2008 @ 20:34
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It pissed down all day. Really heavy rain at time, too. I managed to get long enough between lashings to sweep leaves so that the new pup can go up to use the garden. Other than that I’ve made curry, cooked some of the stuff for a roast (enjoyed at Mum and Dad’s, very nice) and played Warcraft. Now I am watching Wexford before retiring to bed at the end of another week. Can’t wait for Tuesday, though! |


Whenever I’ve interviewed the BNP, and any bigott, they try to get you to agree with their prejudice, finishing each of their outrageous sentences with ‘don’t you agree?’ or ‘eh?’ As if their dangerously childish beliefs needed some kind of external affirmation.
The insidious rise of such ignorant groups is born out of sound-bite politics, because they would not get any support beyond their gene pool were it not for a deep dislocation with a broad sense of community… err, or rather people don’t think no more.
At least real true blue Tory’s should find such extremism as distasteful as it really is, despite the constant makeovers - which includes a ballerina (we can only hope the airhead mixed up the idea of a BNP (British National Ballet - it’s really the English National Ballet, but the joke won’t work– with the BNP).
I’ve seen enough sci-fi and horror movies and read enough history to know that these people should not be treated as curios or freakshows to be examined under the media microscope on slow weeks. They should be stamped on.
Metaphorically.