They are here. A bunch of bigoted old men writing policies on the back of a fag packet, Ukip have rightly been little more than a tedious joke for years. Now they’re here. They’re there. They’re every fucking where.
Are you a white man who dislikes other people? You are? Then great! Welcome home. Pull a pint, smoke a fag, tut at an immigrant, your dreams have come true. Our Masters In Brussels ™ are quaking. We’re on the march. Not the bomber jackets and scarf covered faces of the BNP or edl, this is the army of Mr Blobby baring yellowish nicotine stained teeth at foreigners. It’s all such a lark. Political correctness went mad and these are the boys who will stop their little game. It’s all going to be hilarious.
People say: ignore them. They’re nutters and racists. Other people say: you can’t ignore them; they’re racists and nutters. Other people say: you can’t dismiss them as nutters and racists since quite a lot of people agree with them and not that many people could be nutters and/or racists or it’d be very depressing. But what if they are and what if it is?
It’s true, you can blame a lot on the cosy consensus – everything must be privatised, spending must be cut, we know what’s best for you. But this consensus now includes the impenetrable truth that immigration must be tackled. That’s no longer the outlying, dangerous, shady view: that’s front and centre, whether your rosette is red or blue or purple and yellow. No one dares challenge it. We slip slowly towards more hatred.
These aren’t the anti establishment faces. They’re the establishment. This is a knuckleduster under a masonic glove. This is suburban hatred. This is a jackboot in a Ford Mondeo. This is prejudice with a smile.
Oh but you can’t call them racists. You mustn’t call them that.
They are though. They are. And worse. But keep on laughing.