Mike Reid’s calypso is cheesy but it ain’t racist.
UKIP Calypso, performed with a mock Caribbean accent, sings the praises of UKIP leader Nigel Farage.
But some Twitter uses complained that the track was racist.
That’s because they are cretins who have swallowed the left’s pernicious propaganda wholesale. Being opposed to immigration is not racist. Those who think it is; firstly aren’t thinking and secondly don’t seem to appreciate that nationality and race are two different things, much like the morons who claim that those who dare to criticise Islam are racist when Islam is not a race. Indeed, the accusation of being racist is thrown around with such abandon, it now merely means the same thing as “right-wing” or “disagrees with me and I’m nice, so they must be nasty”, it has lost all meaning so those accused can almost wear it as a badge of pride.
Yes, I listened to about half of the calypso before my toes curled to the point where my soles hurt. I suggest Reid sticks with the day job.
Racist, my arse.
Similar to – but not as amusing as – Lance Percival’s “Maharajah of Brum”, or “Shame & scandal in the family” amongst others. Was Peter Sellers racist in “The Millionairess”?
The left’s propaganda is pernicious, and has been long so – but unfortunately it’s also been successful and effective. Whole swathes of otherwise rationally thinking people (think Plod, amongst others) shy away from doing or saying what’s right, as they freeze (with involuntary bowel movements) at the mere suggestion that they might be guilty of the left’s most heinous crime…
In fact very few Native British are in any way racist:- most objections to furriners are based on culture rather than skin colour.
No-one is happy to be told by their own government that they must suppress their own culture – in their own land – to accommodate an intolerant alien minority culture which demands special concessions.
I have been accused of racism when commenting on the delights of unexpectedly finding a temporary encampment of ‘Travellers’ nearby.
Why I should consider a band of itinerant rogues and anti-social thugs (most of whom having smart, large middle-class residences back in dear old Erin) to be a race, defeats me.
Yet I’m still supposed to abase myself before them…