The cheating partner will still want his girlfriend to have bigger something/smaller something/an irrepressible desire to screw in public. The BNP will still want to chuck out the gay or Jewish best friend of people who voted for them because they were mad at Labour or thought they'd prefer their doctor to be English.
Never mind the fact that in political discourse, British is a weird concept no-one can quite articulate, so no-one can be loyal to any but their own interpretation. This is why politicians can say "British means tolerance, respect, dildoes and cabbage" and BNP members can say "NO! It means might and right are always white, and f*cking radishes! Radishes!" and neither will ever be wrong.
Ignore that the huge numbers of the "White British" they so prize are descended from immigrants, and bloody conquering murdering ones at that.
In fact, the British National Party, being a Nazi-glorifying, Hitler-sucking, Anglo-Saxon (do they do blood tests?) non-gentleman's' club, may as well be re-christened the Anything Remotely Germanic is Yay :D Party. And please, please, please, can we pay Bavaria to take them do you think?
Hell, yes, I hate the BNP. Quite apart from the stupidity of their tribalism, my personal life is their worst nightmare. My very favourite suckable yumboy is not only everything I ever thought physically attractive in the male of the species, civilised, engaging and smart, he is also Polish. As are a majority of the people I regularly spend time with in Liverpool. My closest female friend in the city is Latvian, I work with several Australians and a disabled Dutch guy, and live with a Jamaican. My grandfather got medals fighting the bloody Nazis, actually, so NO, I'm not going to contribute my vote to their cause.
Fuck the British National Party. I am British. I am as British as they sodding come, born and bred and with British parents and barely having been outside this country and lived here all my life and they do NOT represent me, or anyone remotely like me, and their policies are downright harmful to democracy, and to people I love much more than I love the abstract concept of Britishness.
/rant.
What got me thinking about the BNP (I generally try to avoid the topic) was last Sunday's Observer article. Here, direct quotes from party members didn't so much reveal their true colours as tip over the paint pots and take photographs for posterity.
Much of the BNP's recent success has been down to its ability to shake off the patina of far-right extremism that has alienated most voters since its inception. But this month the veneer slipped when it emerged that a Salford-based BNP candidate in the European elections had set his Facebook status to read "Wogs go home". Eddy O'Sullivan, 49, wrote: "They are nice people - oh yeah - but can they not be nice people in the fucking Congo or... bongo land or whatever?" O'Sullivan, who also joined an internet group called "Fuck Islam", denied that the comments were racist and insisted they were made in private conversations between individuals. "I also may have had a drink at the time," he added.
Well, for a start, which Congo? The Democratic Republic of the Congo has a raging war on. They quite possibly can't be nice people there because they'd be raped or killed.
The "bongo land" bit seems to be chucked in to prove his racist credentials. Read: he is trying to appear more stupid than he actually is. For some reason, Mr O'Sullivan considers it politically advantageous to pretend to not know the name of more than one African country; to be geographically illiterate. Now, I consider myself geographically illiterate. I had to look for Mali on the map last week, and I haven't formally studied the subject since the age of 13. I would consider that embarrassing if running for national office.
He attempts to justify this pseudo-ignorance by claiming that he might have been drunk. In other words, that he may have engaged in racist and ignorant commentary while blasted, and considers this inability to retain control of himself to be a neutral enough quality to be used in defence of racism.
This is the logical conclusion of all that appealing to the common man, Joe-the-plumber bullcrap rhetoric. Why do our politicians have to pretend to be stupid, or actually be stupid? Whichever he is, why is he considered a serious candidate to represent us?
Racism aside, for a moment. That alone would be enough to stop me voting for them, but consider:
• Jeffrey Marshall, senior organiser for the BNP's London European election campaign. Following the death of David Cameron's disabled son Ivan, Marshall claimed in an internet forum discussion: "We live in a country today which is unhealthily dominated by an excess of sentimentality towards the weak and unproductive. No good will come of it."
Later, in response to comments made by others on the site, Marshall is alleged to have written: "There is not a great deal of point in keeping these people alive after all." He said the comments were private and some had been paraphrased and taken out of context. He admitted making the former comment, but said he could not recall making the latter one in an email to the forum, a copy of which is in the Observer's possession.
So that counts out your disabled friends and family too. It probably counts me out, as a chronic depressive. Who wants to give me the lethal injection, huh?
How this half-assed eugenics meshes with the anti-choice position I always assumed the BNP held, since one of them handed me a vile leaflet when I was about 12, I have no idea.
Just, please don't vote for them. Not if you think women have a right to bodily integrity, not if you think black people born in Britain should be allowed to self-identify as British, not if you believe in your right to love who you want, not if you think disabled people shouldn't be victimised.
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