Flailing for the Veiling

Having nothing more significant to worry about, the stop-gap in nominal charge of the other Farage Falange Wannabe Party has made an ungainly lurch for relevance by parroting the Islamophobic wibbles of a Blairite wog-bomber from twenty years ago. As the glories mounted up in Iraq and Afghanistan, the sometime Home Secretary and Foreign Secretary noted his discomfort at talking to women in burqas and squealed about the intolerable trauma he apparently suffered in requesting them to unveil. Now his spiritual successor has proclaimed women's right to wear whatever they like provided it isn't a burqa; apparently on the grounds that no woman would wear a burqa anyway except at the command of her husband or whatever sharia court happens to be terrorising her Christian no-go area of residence. In defence of British democracy, all women in North West Essex who persist in their insidious headgear are liable to be denied access to their parliamentary expenses claimant; although just how many burqa-wearing ladies in that fortunate constituency are queueing up to take their troubles to Kemi Badenoch still remains a matter for speculation.