The Truth about Goats
In what seems to be the worst game-show ever, Britain is now being asked to pick the lesser of all evils – when it seems that all the options are ‘pretty f$cking evil’. Faced with the twin threat of terrorism and careerist politicians, we are being offered a sh$t sandwich without the bread, a melanoma without the tan or a ‘full-Trump’ – as it is known.
Somewhere between the hysteria of The Daily Mail’s headlines and Paul Nuttal’s Brexit Deal or No Deal, the UK is being encouraged to board the train to crazy-ville. Ignoring that nagging sensation of common-sense or history, all seem happy to abandon the moral high-ground with the speed of a lemming on anabolic steroids.
Whatever semblance of a brave upper-lip the British had, is being sorely undermined by their knocking knees, weakening bladder and pleas for mercy. And as night follows day, dumb follows cowardly; with journalist demanding ethnic purgatives ranging from the removal of anyone with a squint, anyone who cannot whistle ‘Pomp and Circumstance’ or indeed anyone ‘still using Friends Reunited’.
Where every decision seems like a bad one, it is easy to feel like we are in a game of Russian Roulette – when the only Russian is a drunken Vladimir Putin, holding a kalashnikov. So when a former Met Police assistant commissioner, Tarique Ghaffur, demands internment camps, we have to ask – has he forgotten the horror that was Northern Ireland, Guantanamo Bay or Butlins?