Their Ways Are Not Our Ways

Someone has rammed a Michigan synagogue complex with a vehicle, driving into the hallway with apparent intent to set off explosives. As it turned out, only the attacker was killed; but the Trumpster has nevertheless called the incident a "terrible thing," perhaps because of reported fire and smoke damage to the real estate. The attacker was a US-naturalised Lebanese whose brothers, niece and nephew were recently pacified during the latest cleansing operations by the Righteous State. It is possible that the attacker, for his own obscure and barbaric reasons, regarded this as a terrible thing and, like Jehovah and His humble servants in the United States, believed in collective and indiscriminate punishment.

One Day They'll Thank Us

Team Starmer's administration was elected on a manifesto of change and, true to form, is altering our great nation's foreign policy to something meaner than that of the Conservatives. Where the National Johnson cut the aid budget from an extravagent seven-tenths of one per cent of GDP to a merely princely five-tenths, Team Starmer is cutting it further to a moderate and sensible three-tenths of one per cent. The latest achievement in this noble enterprise is the closure of a project supposedly meant to guard against future pandemics and to invest in those African countries from which Britain habitually poaches cheap and expendable health workers. As one would expect, the money thus rationalised will be spent on wog-bombing, thereby helping to reduce the number of indigent foreigns relying on His Majesty's Government's largesse.

Slow to Mercy

The values that made America great are being tested in the Christian state of Alabama, where the governor has commuted a thirty-five-year-old death sentence, apparently on grounds of neatness. The beneficiary and his accomplice were both condemned for the murder of a customer during a robbery, although only one of them actually did the killing. The perpetrator's death sentence was reduced on appeal, so the state governor felt obliged also to reduce the sentence of the man who wasn't in the building when the shooting took place. It certainly comes to something when the Christian state of Alabama can refrain from gassing a nigrah even when the nigrah didn't commit the crime.

Almost No Safe Haven

After only a couple of years or so facilitating and conniving at war crimes and crimes against humanity while tutting with mild disapproval, the great British state has gone about demonstrating its moral mettle in the manner one would expect, by placing a beastly foreign on trial for war crimes and crimes against humanity. A sometime Syrian colonel is charged with murder and torture insofar as these fall within the jurisdiction of the great British state, which seems to have concluded belatedly that the alleged miscreant is less an expatriate than an asylum seeker. Whatever else the nation may have sacrificed in supporting the Gaza cleansing and the Persian Crusade, it has clearly lost nothing in the way of comic timing.

Out of Temptation's Way

Christian Britishness has come over encouragingly ecumenical, with Catholic piety neatly complemented by Protestant thrift. Beneficiaries from the Church of Rome's houses of penance for unfortunate mothers and their unholy offspring have been receiving worldly compensation from the Irish government; but the mainland has mercifully intervened to claw back at least some of the filthy lucre with corresponding cuts in social security benefits. This dose of British decency has led a number of reformees to proceed unto the next life without letting their souls be burdened with excesses of treasure on earth, and the Department for Workfare and Privation is now carefully considering the matter. Given the likelihood that we will all have to tighten our belts in aid of the Persian Crusade, there seems every chance that virtuous impoverishment will be allowed to continue bestowing its spiritual graces.

Mental Strife Redux

There is no such thing as inclusive patriotism. The term is an oxymoron. At best, patriotism is a membership badge: look at me, I'm in the Churchill Club! At worst, it's a driving power behind the combination of megalomania and self-pity that characterises the Trumpstersphere, the Farage Falange and all the rest of the master-racers, ghetto-builders and Other-bashers. One can have good reasons for adopting it, as when a small nation seeks to differentiate itself from an imperial oppressor; but since patriotism itself compels us not to view England, let alone Britain, as small or subordinate to an empire, such stunts as this look all the more fatuously hypocritical. The idea that one can usefully debate a burbling incoherence, as the Blairites tied themselves in knots doing twenty years ago, is very nearly as ludicrous as the hope that one might somehow impose nuance on thugs by having a less heated debate over who's Out and who's In.

Free Money, No Commitments

Where depth has no value, scum can sometimes have its price; and recent defections from the Conservative Party to the Farage Falange seem to have prompted a bit of a revaluation. One of the migrant squillionaires who runs the strutting Caudillo has declared himself no longer interested in an electoral pact between the Farage Falange and the least popular of its major imitators; presumably because the remains of the Conservative Party would constitute an electoral asset almost as buoyant as the CEO of Team Starmer. The squillionaire in question has in the past provided some pocket change to help the National Johnson with his P45, and has donated several squillions to the Farage Falange under at least two of its several aliases. Nevertheless, the squillionaire is one with the strutting Caudillo in proclaiming loudly and clearly that he requested nothing in return for his spontaneous and disinterested generosity. Whether the strutting Caudillo was told rather than asked, or whether only a nod or a wink was required for the necessary understanding, is of course a matter purely for their private delectation.

British Bastion Bought By Boche

It could hardly happen to a more deserving newspaper, or at the expense of a more satisfactory loser. After three years of turmoil precipitated by the Barclay family's financial indiscretions, the Waily Toryguff has been bought by a company of beastly foreigns, and Euro-wogs to boot, which has edged out a competing bid from the Rothermere Daily Stürmer. Apparently the plan is to turn the blithering old rag into the "leading centre-right media outlet" among the English-speaking peoples; which will of course require a substantial move leftwards, not only from the Toryguff's current wallowing-grounds but from almost the entire mainstream of the British press. The new owner's acquaintance with the mainland's media scene is slight enough that the company's chief executive can refer to the Toryguff as having something to do with "quality British journalism;" so it is devoutly to be hoped that buyer's remorse can be sufficiently postponed.

Not All Fun and Games

It appears that wog-bombing, even when a special relationship is involved, may occasionally result in complications. An estimated three hundred thousand real people are in locations adversely affected by the Persian Crusade; whether as tourists who thought the Palestinian genocide would bring peace to the region and set up some quality beach-front, or as immigrants who have integrated fully into the local community and speak fluent Arabic. Many such worthies now legitimately and understandably crave repatriation, which in this context differs from the Home Office's version because the idea is to pull real people out of danger rather than pushing little people into it. Alas, the Persian Crusade is at least sufficiently Christian to make no distinction between millionaires and billionaires, so the private aircraft market is in the midst of an embarrassment of riches; not least courtesy of His Majesty's Government and the ever-obliging domestic taxpayer. It is certainly to be hoped that net contributors to economic growth will be appropriately prioritised.

Common Ground

Not only do Christians not love their enemies or do good to those that persecute them; not only do they not sell all they possess and give to the poor in sure and certain hope of treasure in heaven; it seems they cannot even summon up sufficient faith to believe in their Saviour's promise of jam at the end of time. More than two hundred potential participants in the Persian Crusade, representing all three branches of the Abrahamic delusion but mostly the Christian, have complained because their commanders are echoing the Christ's more demented millennial rhetoric and proclaiming the Trumpster's divine mission to bring about the Second Coming. The present US Secretary of War has endorsed capital punishment for homosexuality and doubtless for sorcery as well, besides the usual business about women knowing their place; so although his position on wearing more than one fabric at a time remains as yet unclear, we may at least be reassured that the Persian Crusade is not being preached from mere antipathy towards the values of the Islamic Republic.