When did we get so soft? The new Defence Secretary, Gavin Williamson came out and told an undeniable truth that a dead terrorist is an
ex-terrorist; a cast-iron, 100% non re-offender. The liberal media went mental –
you can’t say that, they said. The legal profession also took him to task and
counselled caution; you don’t want to sound like President Trump, they advised. No? At least Trump has either the balls or the political
naivety to say out loud what everybody outside politics is saying. And at least
Williamson is, for now, sticking to his guns.
Elsewhere, however, capitulation to victimhood gathers
pace as students swallow lie after lie fed to them by the kinder, gentler politics
of perpetual grievance. Not content with no-platforming speakers who say ‘bad
things’ and cocooning themselves away in safe spaces with soothing cuddle-puppies,
they can even feel themselves bullied when others use the most descriptive term
yet devised to describe their delicacy. Boo-hoo, they say, calling us snowflakes
damages our mental health.
Like all these whiny insistences on special treatment
this sort of bullshit devalues genuine need. In all the areas that the state
tries to help out those who cannot help themselves - mental health, disability,
poverty, homelessness, etc. – freeloaders (for money, sympathy, attention,
recognition) pile in with their bogus claims and spoil it for everybody. You can’t
say this, you can’t say that. Oh, you’ll upset the gays, you’ll offend the
muslims...
Trump, on the other hand? Jerusalem. Bosh! Job done. It might
be childish, but I get an enormous amount of pleasure from watching the whiners
on the left ball up in fury and bawl bitter tears of pure hatred just because
somebody they despise has said or done something that most people are nonplussed
about or even applaud.
And so it comes – as, inevitably it must – to the pantomime
of Brexit and the last scene of Act One. After many months of rehearsal, Mrs May delivered
the lines she has been rehearsing ever since she realised she had only two
options – treat or leave; and this lady is not for turning. The media also
played their part, pretending to gasp in wonder as the announcement was made
that a deal had been agreed. This is no deal; it is a simple capitulation to
the demands of outsiders that the farce be allowed to continue.
Every PM wants to leave a legacy
We are at the point in Springtime for Hitler when the audience
ought to be walking out in disgust; abandoning the cast to play out their
hollow fictions to an empty auditorium. But instead, they have decided to play
along, delighted that somehow they can see the Emperor’s fine new clothes when
all that has been dangled in front of them is a pair of scrawny, hairy bollocks.
So, that’s it, we’re not leaving the EU after all. The End.
