I was out having coffee with an old friend from my hometown when the news broke. We were sitting in a swanky coffee shop making adoring noises in the general direction of our new humans (her delightful little treasure is a month or two older than mine) when our mutual admiration fest was interrupted by mobile phone alerts. My old friend was first to comment.
“OMG! Trump’s been retweeting Britain First! You’re something to do with EBF aren’t you?”
I almost fell off my chair. Not only did I not know she’d heard of EBF, I definitely didn’t know she knew I was involved.
“Yes,” I replied, taken aback.
“I’m EBF Blogger”
“I knew it!” She exclaimed. “I knew that was you. I can tell your style of writing a mile away!”
My friend and I had gone right through school together. We almost always sat next to each other and even met in each other’s houses to do homework. We really were the geeky girls of the class. So it stands to reason that if anyone would know my writing style, she would.
“So?” She inquired. “What do you make of that?”
“Just another crazy American who thinks they understand British society.” I said.
“Most of Britain First’s followers are either paid-for clickfarm likes or foreigners. The American Christian right wing has always been keen on slagging off non-Christians so BF’s anti-Muslim, anti-brown agenda appeals to them.”
My friend stared blankly back at me, clearly surprised that I didn’t see this ‘shot in the arm’ for the Biffers as a problem.
“It’s no big deal.” I said. “Britain First has lost all credibility in UK. British people took a while to see them for what they are but now everybody who cares to look knows that they’re a bunch of far-right bigots. They can get American Facebook support if they want but that won’t help them in this country. If they get a few American donors… IF that happens they’ll just squander the money on European holidays and fines for public order offences anyway.”
“So you’re not worried that the President of the free world just endorsed them?”
“The president of what? I didn’t vote in that election. He’s president of America – nowhere else. And anyway – even the Yanks want shot of him!”
My friend smiled and sat back in her overly stuffed comfy chair.
“Just another crazy American, then.” She said, wiping the second most adorable little baby face in the world.