Room Temperature IQs & Borderline Insanity: A Field Trip to the "Far-Right."

Spoiler: It's mostly just people tired of clowns running the circus.

Well, what can I say following yesterday's heavy-load dumping session, other than I slept like a log thereafter? As did you. Sleep, of course, and if not after then probably somewhere through. It didn’t start out like that, by the way. It just kind of, well, happened. So, today I will try my best to lighten the load in my usual whimsical style while attempting to keep on point. Note: I said “attempting”!

Okay, here is a quick recap for the benefit of those who couldn’t withhold the pain of completing yesterday’s masterpiece in almost Pulitzer prize-winning, journalistic excellence.

The financial puppet masters who are way above government level. Enough said? Great! Then, after a considerable amount of sleeplessness, I am back to further enlighten you in such a way that only a constipated mathematician with a pencil would work it out. If you feel you need more time on that thought, crack on. You can always come back later.

For everyone else with a sharper mind, let’s talk ‘far-right’ - too far to the right; not enough to the right; a little more to the left, perhaps. Okay, perfect. Hold it there. Gotcha, Right? Or, put another way, don’t we just LOVE our frigging labels!

Now, on the recommendation of a friend of mine, I engaged in research again. Yes, you’re correct. That’s two bloody days of it, in a row, and took a look at all the supposed “far-right demonstrations.” So, acting on a tip from this (clearly insane) friend, I delved back into the digital cesspool of 'far-right demonstrations.' That was it, two days. Yes, two days blighted. Anyway, fully expecting a glorious parade of goose-stepping knuckle-draggers, complete with swastika-adorned foreheads and a collective IQ hovering around room temperature, I was…disappointed.

Despite bracing myself for the usual caricature: the snarling, tattooed horde with inked directions back to the nearest mental hospital, shockingly, the 'extremists' turned out to be grannies, mums with toddlers, suits, students, and, gasp, people of colour. All united in a primal scream against illegal immigration. Yes, the very definition of 'far-right' apparently now includes anyone capable of forming a coherent sentence. One wonders, if this motley crew represents the 'extremist fringe,' what does that make the rest of us? Or, more importantly, what does it say about a government so spectacularly inept, so utterly detached, that it allows its citizens to reach this level of boiling frustration?

That simmering rage against illegal immigration. Against a system that prioritises bureaucratic inertia over the needs of its own people. 'Far-right extremists?' Please. If this is the 'fringe,' then the mainstream is a vast, silent ocean of simmering discontent. The real question is, how many more lives must be disrupted? How many more schools overcrowded? How many more hospitals overwhelmed? How many more crimes committed? Before the architects of this chaos, those complacent officials who've traded action for platitudes, finally acknowledge the fire they’ve ignited. They’ve mistaken quiet desperation for apathy, and now, they’re learning the difference between a whisper and a roar.

It's a national theatre of the absurd, directed by clowns, and funded by our rapidly dwindling patience. And the play's main theme? How many more public services must collapse before someone in power wakes up from their taxpayer-funded nap? Yes, the very public services I referred to in yesterday’s post. Those funded by, you know, the same financial puppet masters. Those you’d probably meet in private, in a back room bar, somewhere amid one of the G (choose your own number) summits.

So, if you ever reach the stage in your life where the inkling, or even overwhelming feeling that we pleblings are being somehow directed and signposted towards becoming perhaps, a fairer and somehow more equitable world, just remember what controls the human traffic flow. It’s something called ‘money’, and in the wrong hands (read the above paragraph again, if you have to), this ultimately, is our common enemy creating nations where everyone, apart from the super-rich capitalists at the apex of ‘Maslow's hierarchy’ is on pretty much the same breadline.