Monday, 8 October 2012

BNP propaganda-comedy gold

I've just being watching the latest propaganda film by the BNP.  Entitled ‘Question time for British patriots’
It’s worth a viewing for the comedic content alone. The usual smug faces are lined up, all with the same condescending expression. The same look that religious fanatics have. “We know the truth and the rest of you are just sheep”

The dialogue goes as such.

Feminism is making women forget their assigned gender roles and we would all be happier if women went back to having babies and cooking our dinner.
So much for equality and fairness then.

Immigration has started and accelerated the drug culture!
So it’s only black and brown people that peddle or use drugs is it? I wonder what all those programmes about the sixties were saying then. All of them [predominantly] white people off their faces with LSD and cannabis. Or the acid house raves of the eighties and nineties.
Where did they get the drugs from if it’s an immigrant problem?

Our children are being abused by immigrants.
So there are no white paedophiles or child molesters out there eh?

How nationalistic monetary policy would sort out the incredibly complex economy.
I defy any of them to be able to handle basic equations.

White people need to breed more. Why? Because there is a concerted effort by the state to breed us white’s out.
I think most rational thinking people would like to see less white, black and brown faces, there’s far too many of us now.

But the best one is how Nationalism stands up for family values and decent society. Ha’ this is laughable.
Accused child molesters in their ranks, at least two very senior people openly known to be doing drugs. One of which I can personally verify.
They also have their very own porn baron, pimping out his wife with other men and making videos for the ‘more discerning market’!

They just stop short of saying we should all go back to living in thatched cottages keep a pig and a cow and start a Morris dancing club in our area.

It’s like Alf Garnett from ‘Till death us do part’ or Eddy from ‘Love they neighbour’.
These muppets are not to be feared for intellectual thought. They need to be ridiculed along with their political ideology.

Since foolishly joining the BNP and walking away in disgust I have had trouble seeing why the far left portrays them as evil incarnate. They should be acknowledged for what they really are ‘a huge joke’.  
The only threat that fools like these pose is if our political system doesn't get its act together and deal with very real problems in society. If they don’t parties like these will get votes and then strap on their own twisted agenda afterwards. [More on their real agenda in a future posting]
To me Nationalism operates more like a cult. It’s all about individual figureheads and believe me there are very few of them.  I got to know many of these characters and you have to sit in there company for an evening to see the comedic narrative that these fools talk about.

I had to go to Stroud to be interviewed for the job of research assistant for Nick Griffin. He had just been elected as an MEP and was choosing his staff. I was put forward for the job by Clive Jefferson. It soon became apparent why.
I think it was because I was good with the public and organising. This would leave Jefferson and the Wingfields [who I was to work with] to sit around and plot the eventual overthrow of the British political system!
You have to laugh don’t you.

So here I am in Stroud surrounded by the ‘great and good’ of British Nationalism already the warning bells where staring to ring.

The first impression was ‘Jesus Christ’ is this it. This is the top of the tree!
Up until then I could excuse the odd racist or bigot that I came across as not being representative of the party. Now though I was surrounded by them.

It was even worse on the night. We all went out for a meal.
There was Clive Jefferson desperately trying to gain favour with Griffin and interrupting anyone else who tried.  

There was the high priest and priestess of British Nationalism., Martin and Tina Wingfield. Now these two are supposed to be giants. I couldn't believe it a few weeks later when I asked Martin a question about the role of a parish Cllr and he admitted to me he knew nothing about the political system.
There was Eddy Butler. Pissed out of his head at 5 pm [everyone said this was normal] and flirting ‘badly’ with Tina Wingfield.

Andy McBride, a then regional organiser who has now gone onto to join Britain First’. This lot are run by a couple of ex BNP Muppets. One was accused by several girls that he had molested them.
The other co-founder is one time golden boy of the BNP Paul Golding, who along with others left the party due to Griffins ‘alleged’ nose in the trough.

During the meal some young lad who had obviously had one too many ciders took exception to Griffin been in his local. I found out the next day that this lad had already had a run in with Paul Golding. Golding apparently took offence at this young lad trying to debate with him and spat in his face. Nice eh!
As griffin got up to leave several of his entourage got up and followed him outside. No doubt to kiss his arse as it was walking away from them.
I noticed this same young lad becoming very agitated and after Griffin and his entourage left through the back door this lad headed for the front door pint in hand. I got up and followed him. As I got outside the young lad was now in a headlock administered by the ex-doorman Clive Jefferson and being punched in the face by Andy McBride. The young lad was pleading “don’t hit me again”.

It appeared that this young lad had thrown the contents of his pint at Griffin, he missed but this was his reward. Surrounded by half a dozen drunken thugs scaring the crap out of the kid! 
Other locals came out and made Jefferson release the boy. Many speaking up for this kid’s good nature and he must have had too much drink etc.
Anyway' Griffin was led away by security and everyone dispersed, and we all ended up back in the bar at our hotel.

The next couple of hours I sat aghast listening to the ravings of ethno nationalists.
By now butler was that pissed he could barely stand becoming coherent every now and again to ask “who the fucking hell I was”
 Jefferson was doing his usual ‘listen to me, I'm tough routine’ and regaling everyone with tales of violence and intimidation.
The conversation soon got onto nationalism and what it really means.
What did Tolkien mean when he wrote lord of the rings?
What was the real narrative behind CS Lewis’s Narnia chronicles.
And who can talk longer and knew more about British history.

Meanwhile I'm sitting there thinking what the hell is going on have I stepped into the twilight zone.
The shutters were starting to come up on the real nationalist movement.

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