It’s a favourite retort of the fash and their fellow travellers, and, to be fair, I’d have to admit that there is an element of truth in it.
They don’t fit in. More than that, they actively seek to not fit in. They take a great pride in not fitting in, they derive strength from it. Not fitting in confirms their certainty, it burnishes their zeal; it gives them the fanatic’s conviction to denounce all of us non believers as heretics in league with the devil, and the evangelist’s compunction to declare so, loudly and often. They even take themselves off on bizarre little day trips to towns up and down the country, just to not fit in somewhere else for a while. They know how the country should be run, and it is definitely not how it’s being done right now!
Essentially, they are a backward, primitive people, stuck in the past, out of place and out of their depth in the 21st Century. They stand apart from society, regarding it (us) with fear and hatred, chanting their mantra of “Taking Our Country Back!” while waving their crosses and upside down flags. The problem is they want to drag us all back with them. Right back to the 1970s, when the National Front were popular, and racism and light entertainment were interchangeable. A time when (they fondly imagine) a white man could call anyone who wasn’t a white man anything he wanted, and if said not white man objected, a handy policeman would be happy to arrest him and beat him up for the crime of being not white.
When they rail against “political correctness” (which is most of the time, it seems) what they’re actually bemoaning is the fact that they can’t use the ‘N’ word (or the ‘P’ word or the ‘W’ word or whatever word they think will be the most wounding) without some “traitorous libtard” labelling them with the ‘R’ word. Oh how they don’t like the ‘R’ word. The ‘R’ word seems to affect them in the same way that they think pork products affect Muslims. It is Biffer Kryptonite. You just have to look at how defensive/aggressive they get when the ‘R’ word gets thrown in their direction. “Islam isn’t a race” they’ll bleat. “Its a made up word, and made up by a lefteye to boot” they’ll claim (erroneously – plus ça change). They’ll fluster and they’ll bluster and they’ll get all offended and upset and shouty, bless. They do, however, reserve full rights to use the ‘R’ word to describe anyone who isn’t them, whenever they think they can get away with it.
It’s all a bit one sided, but then just about all they say and do is. Like their stance on freedom of expression, which can be summarised simply as “we say what we like and you can fuck off if you don’t agree”. It’s the fash equivalent of a toddler screaming obscenities in public, then doing the “blah blah blah” thing with their fingers in their ears when they get told off by the grown ups. That’s Britain First, the “Political Party” with 1.2 million likes on Facebook, but only about ten dozen on their “Days of Action”. Britain First, the “Political Party” that wants to stand Paul Golding in the London Mayoral Elections, despite his only previous experience in office being as a piss poor borough councillor for the piss poor BNP. He couldn’t even manage to serve his whole term – much to the relief of the constituents of the ward, I’m sure. Britain First, the “Political Party” who long for a civil war, want their opponents hung and anyone “a bit brown” deported.
A serious “Political Party”? Until they can manage to assimilate themselves into civilised society and behave like adults, I wouldn’t trust them with a game of Buckaroo.