It's been far too long since everyone's favourite comedy nazis have been in the news. My heart has therefore been gladdened by the sight of (metaphorically speaking. I haven't "seen" anything as I still do not own a television, a fact that visibly disappointed the inspector from the licensing authority when he called yesterday)
What I find particularly entertaining are those twats defending their involvement with the fun-sized brownshirts on the grounds that some of their policies mirror those of the major parties, the idiots completely failing to spot the rather damning error inherent in their argument. This being of course that had the BNP not had a not particularly well-disguised alternative agenda, it would not have a raison d'etre. Were you not interested in this alternative agenda you would probably have joined one of the mainstream parties that was sympathetic to, say, your views on education or had promised to do something about the drains. Even I can spot the odd sensible Tory pronouncement now and again and I've met our local MP who seems a decent cove but you wouldn't get me voting for him or joining his party because I have deeply held priciples that compel me to act for the common good and not self-interest.
Let's get this straight, eh? The BNP exist for one thing and one thing only, smacking seven shades of crap out of Johnny Foreigner. A dozen or more shades if Mr Foreigner happens to be less prone to sunburn. They are predicated solely on hatred, nothing else. If you join them you are a racist. There is no argument. If you claim anything else or didn't know then you are phenomenally stupid and the vote in your hands is a dangerous weapon. I am overjoyed that some of the newly-exposed members are on the end of the kind of hatred their party's more enthusiastic "activists" have in the past doled out to those they don't like the look of. I advise that should you accidentally come across a BNP member on fire, you make the point of deliberately pissing the other way.