Thursday, 28 May 2009

Mein Bouff


It seems like everybody's getting their knickers in a twist about the far right at the moment. The possibility of Nick Griffin accompanying London Assembly Member Richard Barnbrook (BNP both) to one of the Queen's garden parties has been scandalising the nation over the last week or so, though Griffin, PR objectives achieved, has now said that he isn't going to attend anyway, for fear of "embarrassing" Her Majesty.

The first thing I think we should do in this situation is congratulate Mr Barnbrook on coming up with someone we'd be even less keen on taking tea with than the Royal Family, and the second is to calm the hell down and talk this over. It seems to me that we, as a society, don't do enough talking about the far right, just hoping that they'll be good lads and scuttle off back to whence they came (much as they wish the darkies would do).

Let's face up to it, though. They're really nothing to be afraid of, after all. Most of them can't even read, I rather suspect. Not to stereotype. I'm an advocate, then, of bringing the nats into the light, where what passes for their ideas can be examined properly and dismissed out of hand by sensible people everywhere, which is pretty much everyone. Their ethno-nationalist twaddle bears no scrutinty whatsoever and deserves to be exposed for the sham that it is. That can never happen unless we give them the platform/rope with which to hang themselves. Let them have a panelist on Question Time, let them have a Member of the European Party, let them have Coventry, if they want them. Let's not flatter them with suppressal. They don't deserve it.

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