It’s a nest!

It’s a nest (and Christine’s the queen)

The problem we face when investigating Britain first’s line up of political lightweights is the remarkable lack of available information. That’s what happens when you field novice candidates. They’ve done nothing significant in their whole lives until allying themselves with the Golding family business and joining the fash. Arguably even that isn’t particularly significant. They’re still lightweights, after all.

What we do know about them are their addresses. Actually that in itself is pretty interesting. As we look at the relationships between the Biffer candidates a striking pattern begins to emerge. We’d originally thought that the key figure, the one ‘wearing the trousers’ at Britain first was Paul “Der Fuhrer” Golding. But we were wrong. The common thread holding this nest of Nazis together isn’t Paulie – it’s his Mummy.

There are two strands, two threads linking these would-be representatives of British Nazism. One is about blood and the other is about geography. And both lead undeniably back to Christine Smith, not to Der Fuhrer. She might look like a harmless little old lady but looks can be deceptive. If Bexley contains a nest of Nazi wannabes then Christine is most definitely the Queen. Paulie is merely another drone supporting his Mummy’s dream of an all white, racially pure and religiously uniform society.

Why are the links to Paulie’s mother so much stronger than they are to Der fuhrer himself? It’s not as though Paulie doesn’t know any Nazis.

Is Christine the real power behind the neo-nazi throne?

This wouldn’t be the first time British leaders have been little more than puppets for their Mummies. King John, the hated 13th century monarch only managed to hang on to the crown so long because of the efforts of his mother, Queen Eleanor of Aquitaine. The despised, debauched  wastrel, George IV only managed to cling on to his reputation with his mother’s help, sinking into utter depravity, incompetence and gluttony after her death.

Nothing positive ever comes from the elevation of weak leaders who rely upon others to direct them. The outcome is likely to be even worse when the power behind the throne is a Nazi. Christine Smith (Paulie’s mummy) is no Irene du Pont but she is the undisputed Queen of a particularly nasty nest of neo-nazis and she certainly appears to wear the trousers in the Smith/Golding/Elstone family firm.

We wonder how many rank and file biffers realise that their illustrious leader is such a Mummy’s boy.

Where does this cabal leave Dutchy Fransen? Is this why she abandoned her chance to take over from Paulie? The real Fuhrer wouldn’t take too kindly to Jayda ousting her son from the family firm.