I don't mean the pop group, nor do I mean the royal Mrs. Queen (Gawd bless 'er, as they say in Garnett land), nor am I making a disparaging anti-gay remark. However, if any passing Righteous wish to take offence, be my guest. I don't like you anyway.
By queen, I refer to the traditionally-gay but not-necessarily-so type who minces, flounces, stamps their little feet and beats ineffectual fists on the chest of whoever has upset them while crying hard enough to raise sea levels. You know the ones. Weak, wailing, worthless crybabies. The world is filling up with them. They are less manly than Quentin Crisp but they're not gay. They can't be, or they wouldn't be breeding so fast. In fact they're breeding so fast they must be laying eggs in clutches of a hundred at a time. Perhaps that Icke bloke was on to something.
So, sorry to the gay guys but you no longer have the monopoly of the 'Camp' camp. There are millions of them now, male and female, ready to take an attack of the vapours and swoon away in a dead faint whenever someone so much as alludes to something they might imagine as a slight on someone else entirely.
They populate Ebay, who consider a 1970's 'Dad's Army' boardgame to be Nazi memorabilia. Well, it was produced a mere 25 years after the Nazis were defeated so Hitler must have had it retrospectively, now that Labour have abolished time (see previous post).
They clutch their handbags and purse their lips in every Racial Equality Council, where their jobs depend on continuously finding ever more trivial things to be offended at.
Peter Oteng, chief executive of the Worcestershire Racial Equality Council, said that there are strict laws about advertising discriminatory material and eBay, as the advertiser, was protecting itself.
He said: “You can’t joke with this because you are joking with millions of people killed. It’s not a laughing matter at all.
“It’s very serious.”
Who do you think you are kidding, Mr. Oteng? It's a board game produced 25 years after the war. A war in which the people of this country charged down the Nazis and who regarded the swastika merely as a handy target. They were not in the least scared of it when it was backed up by guns, tanks, rockets, planes, railguns, battleships and submarines. You really believe the people of this country will cower and cry at the sight of it now? It's a symbol of a dead regime, a regime we played a large part in crushing. We won that symbol from them and we will laugh at it now. We will make up board games depicting a bank manager, a butcher and assorted misfits standing against that symbol and winning. We will not quake at a symbol we've already defeated.
Sadly, there are many who will. There are many feeble and sickening people who the likes of Hitler could overrun nowadays and all he'd have to do is wave his flag at them. They'd faint in shock and then phone a blubberer's hotline somewhere.
Even Wales, that place of dour people and square old ladies that look like they'd pummel you if you get to the last bag of sprouts before them, is full of them now.
In Wales resides the Horrible Member of Parliament, Paul Flynn, who makes much on his blog of the courage of soldiers but who wants the handshake banned because it hurts his poor little fingers. I can't link to him directly because I promised on his blog, a long time ago, that I would occupy no more of his time, and also because it sickens me to think that someone who appears to be human is too weak for even a handshake.
Once, the British Navy hunted down pirates and slave traders and put them out of action whether they were in British waters or not. Now, with Somalian pirates holding British hostages, the British Navy gives the pirates fuel, food and water if they run out while at sea. There was a time when the captain, faced with a disabled pirate boat, would simply have cut it in half with his bows and sailed on. In these enlightened times, of course, defending yourself and your country is seen as evil and 'right-wing' while handing out supplies to those who want to kill your countrymen is 'progressive'.
It's not the Navy's choice. It's Labour's decision and the Navy have no option to refuse. The captain no longer rules his ship just as an Englishman's home is no longer his castle.
It's the same story over and over again. Labour and the Soft Socialist Sobbers send troops into battle but don't give them any bullets in case they hurt the enemy. Murderers and rapists are to be 'understood'. Victims of youth yobs are to be castigated for hurting the poor little freaks' feelings by reporting them to the police. Burglars must be allowed to go about their business unhindered, and they can sue the householder who tries to stop them. Terrorists must not be identified because they might be upset if everyone knew they wanted to blow things up.
Weaklings. Feeble little people who quake like jellies at a hint of a bad word. Trivial, worthless creatures not fit to be called human. They hide under the table rather than confront any real problem. They save themselves from bullies by siding with the bullies. Too weak to stop the bullying and too weak to save the victims, they turn on the victims so the bullies won't hit them.
In the past, deserters from the armed forces were shot. Were they cowards? They knew they risked death by their actions even though they ran from war. Cowards in one sense, but not in another.
The true coward is the one who will take no risk at all. The one who will not desert but who will hide behind others when the fighting starts. Those are the weaklings who run the country now.
If you vote Labour, you are one of them.