So what does that say about the British people? That we’re
frightened of being swamped by a barbarous horde of uncouth strangers who will
take the food from our mouths, steal our women, and reduce once-proud Albion to
a backwater state with an international status roughly equivalent to Bhutan, I
suppose. And maybe they have a point of sorts. Mr Farage certainly thinks so. He’s
now crowing that UKIP is the third party in British politics, the LibDems being
in an apparent tailspin and facing possible oblivion (which danger I predicted
they would face if they entered a coalition with the Tories four years ago,
which they did.) I doubt that UKIP’s success will be repeated on anything like
the same scale in next year’s General Election, but what concerns me is this:
Mr F might be correct in forecasting that UKIP is becoming
the third party. If he is, it means that British politics will lurch sharply
to the right at a stroke, and I’m not the biggest fan of right wing politics. I would
rather go the way of Bhutan
than the way of America
(with all due respect to certain American friends who I hold in high esteem.) And
after four years of misguided rule by a bunch of toffee-nosed and out of touch ex-public
schoolboys, I feel we should really be going in the opposite direction. Then again, I suppose we could always invade Poland.
4 comments:
Very true and interesting. I didn't know very much about UKIP but happened to see Bill Bailey last night here in Berlin who said something very similar to this. It's a bit scary, all this leaning to the right in the European elections. So much for my vote :(
Otherwise, spring is lovely though cool and wet now. It's bringing such luscious green! Hope you are well, J.J.
Same here with the spring, Della. And it's very good to see you.
(I voted Green. Appropriate.)
Ha, yes, I did too, and was very optimistic that most others would as well. Somehow, not the case (?)
Well, when the world has gone back to basics courtesy of war, environmental degradation or economic meltdown, maybe we'll get to have our day Della. See you in the next life. (You'll still be a moody Italian, won't you?)
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