Oh fuck off, you stupid lying fucking evil little shit

Being my first reaction to the BNP election broadcast (I’m not going to link to it; Google if you want to).

My second reaction is to single out this bit:

In the end, the answer to the question of by what right should native Brits be put first can be seen on every war memorial in the country. Just think with me for a moment of all those names carved on those cold, sad slabs of stone: English names, Scottish names, Welsh names. Irish names. Our British names. Nobody else’s because, overwhelmingly, it was our people who did the fighting and the dying for our country.

(NB “be put first” = “not get kicked out of the country”.)

This, as anyone who loves this country enough to find anything out about it, is horseshit. I’ll bet there are many ‘non-native’ war memorials in Britain, but one that I know of myself is the Memorial Gates:

The Memorial Gates are situated on Constitution Hill in London, SW1 and were officially inaugurated by Her Majesty the Queen on 6th November, 2002.
The gates are a lasting symbol recognising the enormous contribution made in the First and Second World Wars by the five million men and women from India, Pakistan, Sri Lanka, Bangladesh, Nepal, Africa and the Caribbean who volunteered to serve alongside the British Armed Forces. They also celebrate the contribution that these men and women and their descendants continue to make to the rich diversity of British society.

Ooh, “rich diversity” – you can almost hear Griffin’s bile ducts bubbling.

Look at how the holocaust-denying turd has staged himself sitting in front of some medals, to give the impression that he’s ever been anywhere near a war, and in front of some books, to give the impression that he can read. Goebbels would have been proud.

But the fact is that very, very many people of foreign origin and dark skin (subjects of the British Empire) fought against fascism – too many for their names to fit on a memorial. And now these little snakes want to bring fascism in through the back door. Well, bollocks to them. No BNP, please, we’re British.