Ed Lines – April 20, 2018

Ed Lines – April 20, 2018

ANYONE in seniority at the BBC just looks perplexed when presented with accusations of the corporation’s blind Brexit bias.

It’s not new, it just gets worse. It’s become the BBC’s default position – an organisation that despite protestations to the contrary, probably despises Britain (England actually) almost as much as Jeremy Corbyn does.

Short of announcing programmes as being “suitable for ageing, bigoted Brexit voters,” the BBC’s contempt for us could hardly be more pronounced.

If you hadn’t noticed, there’s been a lot going on in the world recently. Serious stuff. But nothing so nuclear that the BBC couldn’t prioritise Hollywood daaahling Sir Patrick Stewart’s claim that “my X-Men character Professor Charles Xavier would oppose Brexit.”

Hmmm. And how exactly would Prof Xavier oppose Brexit, Sir Patrick? With some kind of supernatural mind-meld to make people reverse their voting intentions? By running into their shins with his wheelchair on their way to the polling station? 

Perhaps Prof Xavier could get his superhero Wolverine to rip the polling station roof off and frighten old ladies into voting Remain. “Here, let me scratch that ‘X’ out for you with my titanium talon, you bigoted old biddy!”

But of course Wolverine wouldn’t, because like Prof Xavier he isn’t real. He’s a fictional character – not totally unlike New York-dwelling libertarian luvvie Sir Patrick, who’s more in touch with the world of Marvel superheroes than he is real life on the streets of Mirfield where he grew up.

Prof Xavier being a comic book character might actually come as news to the BBC. Alert the stress counsellors!

THE world is in a right old mess at the minute (where’s Prof Xavier and the Hulk when you need them, eh?).

It says something when the three western nations who have suffered most from al Qaeda-inspired terror attacks, start bombing the regime fighting a bloody civil war with … al Qaeda.

That’s rather over-simplifying the situation in Syria, but as a rule of thumb it works – President Assad and his Shia (and Russian) allies, against a conglomeration of hardline Islamist (Sunni) militias, with the Kurds in the middle fighting anyone who wants to come and have a go if they think they’re hard enough. 

That’s how mixed, messed and muddled up the Middle East is right now. The US, UK and France, in this situation at least, are on the side of the fanatics who are otherwise regarded as the world’s all-round baddies.

I shook my head last weekend at some of the social media rubbish spouted by people pontificating about us “invading Syria” and how we should “get our boys out” and “avoid another Iraq”. 

Hello? We’re not in Syria, you saps!

It’s ironic that the Remain snowflakes who insist our poor little meaningless islands are nothing on the world stage without the mighty EU, seem to have forgotten who the permanent members of the United Nations Security Council are.

It’s the US, Russia (formerly the USSR), China, UK and France – and France are only there as hangers-on, by virtue of the US and UK predominantly being responsible from lifting the Nazi jackboot off their necks in 1945.

So while Labour and the SNP posture in Parliament, trying to score petty points against the generally hopeless Theresa May, let’s consider the facts.

The UN outlaws – not disapproves, tut tuts or shakes its head – but outlaws, chemical weapons being used in any circumstance, but especially on civilian populations. End of. As such the international community has an obligation to act, to deal with the perpetrators of such flagrant atrocities. 

And that was Syria – not the UK, as Putin’s Russia hilariously pretended when Assad gassed women and children in Douma. I notice Comrade Corbyn kept quiet on that – it says something when his idols go beyond the pale for even Jezza.

So who and how do people suggest Assade be dealt with? By sending a few Amazonian tribesmen after him with their blowpipes because April is Peru’s month to be President of the UN Security Council? (And it is, actually).

Or do the senior nations with the specific ability to destroy Assad’s chemical weapons industry without risking civilian casualties, take limited, punitive action?

No invasion, no boots on the ground. Specific, proportionate, effective.

The snowflakes were busy howling for Mrs May’s head by Monday. 

How dare she act without their express permission? This from a bunch of political chancers with no sense of anything beyond their own self-interest.

Well, firstly she didn’t have to, thank goodness. And secondly, how sweet that the snowflakes who have spent 22 months trying to subvert  and thwart the Brexit vote, suddenly cherish the idea of ‘democracy’.

WE HAVE a local election looming. I’m too late to stand as an independent alongside the admirable Aleks Lukic, but can I still throw my manifesto out there?

Vote for me and you can have free university tuition – indeed, free learning for life!

Every welfare benefit ever handed gleefully out will be reinstated; heck my party will raise the minimum wage by a third, give public sector workers all their dreams’ desires, make hospital parking free, nationalise the railways and public utilities, throw billions at elderly and social care, start a national bank for every chancer unable to get a legitimate business loan, ban fracking (because it’s a real worry in Mount Pleasant and the Wilton estate) and keep the fox hunting ban – I mean, you can’t walk through Batley Park without blokes in red jackets, blowing their horns, thundering by on their stallions accompanied by a pack of bloodthirsty hounds, can you?

What’s that? Pay for it? Oh, just raise the taxes on “the wealthy and giant corporations”, like you do.

You didn’t know I’m an economics professor, did you? Well I’m not. That’s the hand-on-heart manifesto of Batley West Labour councillor Mahmood Akhtar and pals. Who knew humble, mostly mute local officials wielded such power, eh?

You’ll see his apology for his leaflet boo-boo on p1 today – which I reckon comprises more words than he’s probably said in council in nearly 14 years.

Still, it’s amazing what signing up to Corbynmania can do. Where once stood a bunch of nettles, a couple of used syringes and three piles of dog mess, now grow Labour money trees! Magic!

But you can count on Coun Akhtar, because he can’t possibly be the same bloke whose spineless u-turn helped cost 17 Kirklees youth workers their jobs, could it – when Labour wanted shut of them? 

Erm, yes it could. Don’t go counting your millions just yet.

THE Grenfell Tower disaster was a shameful stain on our national character. No one remotely involved with it emerges with credit. The guilty need holding to account. 

But that also goes for the farcical public inquiry currently eating up millions of pounds and serving mostly to highlight not cheap economics or shabby politics, but our pathetic propensity for breast-beating.

It’s cash-squandering virtue signalling on a grand scale.

The best estimate of Grenfell is that 71 people perished and 223 escaped. Judging by the numbers now living it large on the public purse and conniving all manner of spurious frauds, it begs the question of where the hundreds of other ‘victims’ were on the night in question.

We know where Sadaf Naqshbandi, 21, was living. She was in Melbourne, Australia, and had just had a baby with her Aussie partner. Still, it didn’t stop her being one of 15 members of the Naqshbandi Afghan family claiming to have been living in a single three-bedroomed Grenfell flat at the time.

She’s demanding luxury accommodation from the authorities and has been granted legal funding and core participant status – the power to question witnesses – in what will end up a show trial to establish how whimperingly pathetic the British state can be.

Naqshbandi’s brother Masi, 33, is a convicted and previously imprisoned ‘crash for cash’ fraudster. 

He, like most of their extended family, had other addresses across London – only one was at Grenfell. He escaped with minor injuries.

It does rather make you wonder what the Naqshbandi’s game was – and still is – doesn’t it?

I probably can’t say that. It probably makes me a heartless racist. 

But you do hope the law does its job as rigorously as it would with the rest of us.

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