I’d kind of decided to try and stay away from posting anything vaguely political for a while.
But sometimes things happen which simply can’t be ignored.
Like teeny tiny racist “Tommy” “Robinson” venturing up North to try and stir up some hatred, but instead getting doused with milkshakes two days running.
I’ve seen some commentators decrying this act as unacceptable, that the perpetrators shouldn’t resort to violence. It’s an argument that I understand, and would probably agree with ordinarily. It makes them no better than him, the argument goes.
Except it’s really funny.
And if you seek out the footage – it’s not hard to find – it’s “Robinson” and his considerably taller cronies that then pile in, fists flailing, when surely the logical response would be retaliate with a bottle of unchilled Yop.
He’s like the pint-sized one in a gang at school, who stands behind the bigger boys, peering round every now and then to shout “Yeh! Go on ‘it ‘im Dave!”
“Robinson”says he needs his henchmen “for protection”. Here’s an idea: perhaps if you stopped being such a racist fuckwit, you wouldn’t need protection.
No prizes for guessing this morning’s topical song. It’s by an extremely talented, powerful and goregous black woman, hope that doesn’t offend ol’ “Tommy”.
Welcome to the Weekend.