FOR years now the largest vote for anything in our history has been spat on, sold out and stitched up by the democracy-denying elite.
From the House of Commons to the Supreme Court to Broadcasting House, the dice have been loaded in favour of our Remain-backing establishment striving to abort Brexit.
From the House of Commons to the Supreme Court to Broadcasting House, the dice have been loaded in favour of our Remain-backing establishment[/caption]
There will never be a working-class Brexit supporter climbing on top of a British Airways plane as it is about to take off[/caption]
The refusal to accept the result of the EU Referendum is the most flagrant insult to our democracy that we have ever seen.
And are there riots? Are angry mobs rampaging through the streets? Are there rivers of blood, broken glass and policemen with their trousers on fire?
The 17,410,742 men and women who voted for Brexit have simply shrugged their shoulders and got on with their lives. And it is impossible to imagine Brexit supporters looning around London in the way that Extinction Rebellion eco-activists have over the past week.
I doubt if even one of the 17.4million men and women who voted to leave the European Union all those years ago would be inclined to glue themselves to government offices, camp out in a tent in Whitehall or stage a mass breast-feeding event in Parliament Square.
‘A VERY BRITISH RECKONING’
There will never be a working-class Brexit supporter climbing on top of a British Airways plane as it is about to take off.
And not many Brexit supporters would fall to the ground weeping bitter tears while clutching a photograph of their children, as one especially sensitive Extinction Rebellion eco-warrior did this week, sobbing that he is, “a father of two children that’s very frightened for their future”.
I couldn’t help thinking that he is lucky he doesn’t live in Syria.
The grubby foot soldiers of Extinction Rebellion are shrill, hysterical hypocrites, puffed up with their own sense of middle-class entitlement, calling for policies that would usher in mass starvation even as they queue for their delicious Happy Meals.
And the 17.4million patriots who voted for Brexit are none of these things.
But do not mistake the silence of these people for surrender. Do not imagine they have not noted how democracy has been denied. And never doubt for a single second that a mighty reckoning is coming. And when it arrives it will be a very British reckoning.
There will be no violence, no blood, no mass breast-feeding in the streets. The reckoning will be done in the polling booths of our nation. The reckoning will come from our ancient freedoms that were bought with the blood and sacrifice of the generations who came before us.
The largest vote for anything in the world’s oldest democracy has been dismissed as the ignorant spasm of thick, racist bigots. There has been no attempt to reach out and understand the legitimate concerns of our people. The 17.4million have seen their wishes denied, derided and dismissed. But we haven’t gone away. And when the reckoning comes, there will not be civil unrest in the streets.
There will be no “pram blockade” on Westminster Bridge, no faces painted with woad, no tribal dancing and no weeping for the cameras as we clutch a picture of the kiddies. There will be no violence, no deaths, no fires in our cities. Because it is not the British way.
The mighty reckoning will be quiet, it will be civilised and it will be scrupulously polite. And it will come at a general election. That is when all bills will be paid, and all debts will be settled. And that is when they will finally hear you roar.
The mighty reckoning will be quiet, it will be civilised and it will be scrupulously polite — and it will come at a general election[/caption]
Glitter track is a sick joke
MY wife chucked out all my Gary Glitter records 20 years ago.
And it’s not just our house. You don’t hear Gary Glitter anywhere these days.
Even as he rots in his cell, the paedophile singer’s song in Joker, starring Joaquin Phoenix, will make Gadd thousands of pounds[/caption]
No radio, no TV and no major sporting events.
Nobody has an appetite for hearing pop music from convicted paedophiles.
Glitter – real name Paul Gadd – has been jailed three times for sex offences over the past 20 years. First for downloading images of child abuse in 1999, then in Vietnam in 2006 for molesting two children and most recently in 2015 for abusing three schoolgirls.
So it is a shock to suddenly hear the old familiar thumping strains of Rock And Roll Part 2 being used in the box office hit Joker.
There is understandable concern about the revival of Glitter’s music.
Even as he rots in his cell, the song in Joker, starring Joaquin Phoenix, will make Gadd thousands of pounds.
And there is no doubt that the use of Rock And Roll Part 2 gives the film a genuine stench of pure evil as Joaquin Phoenix’s damaged loner finally transforms into Joker.
I suspect that is exactly why the makers of Joker used Glitter’s music.
Rock and Roll Part 2 has something more than shock value when it blasts out of the soundtrack.
It makes your flesh crawl to hear the tune again, when you know the crimes of the man who sings it.
So dramatically, it works brilliantly.
But morally – and knowingly enriching a man who is a serial abuser of children – it sucks.
Japan has a lot on its plates
IT is heartbreaking that Typhoon Hagibis has caused so much chaos to the Rugby World Cup in Japan. But it could have been a lot worse.
Typhoons are disruptive. But earthquakes, which happen 1,500 times a year in a country that sits on huge continental plates, can be catastrophic.
Damage after the devastating Kanto earthquake in 1923[/caption]
In 1923, Tokyo was destroyed by the Great Kanto earthquake, killing 150,000 people. In 2011, the Tohoku earthquake and tsunami killed 20,000.
Japan’s next major earthquake could happen 100 years from now. Or it could happen later today.
Japan – beautiful, brilliant, friendly, polite, well-run Japan – will still host a great Rugby World Cup.
And the Tokyo Olympics next year will be a marvel.
But if the worst thing that happens during those two great sporting tournaments is this weekend’s typhoon, then the world – and Japan – will be getting off lightly.
AT an event at Murdoch University in Perth, Australia, one single fan turned up to stare rather forlornly at Prince Andrew.
I sense a growing weariness with the monarchy.
Do we really love the Royal Family? I’m not so sure. I think we just love our Queen.
And increasingly, I wonder what will happen when she is gone. Quite frankly, I am amazed that even one person turned out for Randy Andy Down Under.
But I do know who has come up with the best put-down.
Rebekah Vardy’s description of falling out with Coleen Rooney as, “like arguing with a pigeon”, is destined for immortality.
Labour’s Denis Healey famously described debating with Conservative Geoffrey Howe as: “Like being savaged by a dead sheep.”
Vardy’s line is in that hallowed league.