Thursday 14 December 2023

Coming to town

 I'm making a list, checking it twice, and it turns out that folk can be both naughty and nice. The fluffiness of love for Palestinian 'refugees' (even though they have declared themselves permanent victims and have fled nothing) comes hand-in-hand with outright hatred for the most persecuted people in the world. Despite having the exact-same ethnic origins, the Arabs are brown people and thus belong to the BAME camp, while Jews, however dark their skins, are categorised as white, thus making them oppressors and colonialists. If anybody is a refugee here it is the Jewish people, who the lovely left wish to eradicate.

Then there are the gender-benders (no, you fuck off!) who in being nice to poor confused adolescents pander to their fantastic delusions of inhabiting the bodies of the opposite sex. We have watched in horror as trans ideology has become mainstream despite afflicting a miniscule proportion of the population. In order to achieve clout, organisations like Stonewall have oh-so-nicely included them in their list of Alphabet People who, collectively, can still only claim around 5% of the western world, at a pinch. And see what nastiness they have caused.

The judiciary have been spectacularly naughty of late, in their perpetual quest to become the de-facto rulers while pretending to nicely defend simple justice. Justice, of course, means different things to different people. So when they release a violent rapist called Abdul back into society to re-offend, we, the ignorant hoi polloi, must try to understand that Abdul's right to a family life with his belatedly and conveniently discovered little cat-buddy trumps any freedoms which we naively believe belong to lone women late at night.

It's a bit naughty, most would agree, to interrupt the daily lives of ordinary people, merely trying to get to work, or go about their day. But it's for the planet, you see. It's for the children, and their children. Just stopping oil is an obvious and immediate requirement if we want the human race to survive its own self-destructive tendencies. It's nice, really, when you think about it. But wait, do they really mean stop oil? Now? Full stop? No more clothes, furniture, building materials, food cultivation and delivery... the list goes on forever. It's not very nice to deny the survival of people who rely on hydrocarbons - that's every last one of us - to get by. Not nice at all.

Permanently on the naughty step, of course are the grown-ups, especially the white ones. Extra-especially the male ones. Über-extra-especially the older male specimens, those hate-filled legions who made everything which once worked. Why, when we can all live off love and joy unconfined in our new freedoms do do and say as we are instructed, should we give a fig for their fate. Bloody boomers, who built the world, what gratitude do we owe them? Superannuated parasites, with their pensions they saved for and their houses they bought. How dare they even breathe?

And so, as we lurch headlong into the festive season and contemplate the year to come, I aim to bring a little cheer and joy to the bleak midwinter. Remember, when the idiot children tell you what to do or say, that they know nothing, exactly as we once knew nothing. When they turn their noses up at the meat feast of Stephen, grab an extra portion of protein for your own plate. When they preach about some offence caused by Christmas carol lyrics of yore, sing out all the louder. And, come the new year, resolve to ignore the holy fuck out of the lot of them.
Merry Christmas and gawd 'elp us, every one.

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