The Tar Baby just sat in the middle of the road looking as cute as a button and saying nothing at all. Brer Fox rolled over and over under the bushes, fit to bust because he didn’t dare laugh out loud. “I’ll learn ya!” Brer Rabbit yelled. He took a swing at the cute little Tar Baby and his paw got stuck in the tar. “Lemme go or I’ll hit you again,” shouted Brer Rabbit. The Tar Baby, she said nothing. “Fine! Be that way,” said Brer Rabbit, swinging at the Tar Baby with his free paw. Now both his paws were stuck in the tar, and Brer Fox danced with glee behind the bushes. “I’m gonna kick the stuffin’ out of you,” Brer Rabbit said and pounced on the Tar Baby with both feet. They sank deep into the Tar Baby. Brer Rabbit was so furious he head-butted the cute little creature until he was completely covered with tar and unable to move. Brer Fox leapt out of the bushes and strolled over to Brer Rabbit. “Well, well, what have we here?” he asked, grinning an evil grin. Brer Rabbit gulped. He was stuck fast. He did some fast thinking while Brer Fox rolled about on the road, laughing himself sick over Brer Rabbit’s dilemma.
Well, the BNP have garnered a larger-than-usual share of the vote, and sent two MEPs to Brussels. They’ve gained an increased profile, an increased legitimacy, and a voice in the European talking-shop, where they can meet lots of many like-minded people. The commentariat -both mainstream and alternative- don’t seem too sure how to take it. They blame the Labour Party, the BBC, both or neither. Some blame the voters. Most seem sure that it was a protest vote. Some don’t.
“I’ve got you this time, Brer Rabbit,” said Brer Fox, jumping up and shaking off the dust. “You’ve sassed me for the very last time. Now I wonder what I should do with you?” Brer Rabbit’s eyes got very large. “Oh please Brer Fox, whatever you do, please don’t throw me into the briar patch.”
“Maybe I should roast you over a fire and eat you,” mused Brer Fox. “No, that’s too much trouble. Maybe I’ll hang you instead.”
The people of these islands, the indiginous white population still being a majority, are fed up with the Westminster Consensus. They want their lords and masters out of the corridors of power. Some want to hang them, others want to imprison them and still others don’t much care (or can’t make up their minds), just so long as they go. Most of them are not racists, or homophobes or anything of the sort. They are just fed up. They are fed up with being treated as second class citizens in their own country. They are fed up with racial quotas, they are fed up with political correctness and they are fed up with any culture being viewed as legitimate except their own.
“Roast me! Hang me! Do whatever you please,” said Brer Rabbit. “Only please, Brer Fox, please don’t throw me into the briar patch.”
“If I’m going to hang you, I’ll need some string,” said Brer Fox. “And I don’t have any string handy. But the stream’s not far away, so maybe I’ll drown you instead.”
The BNP are an extreme far-left party. They believe in lots of lovely lefty things, like worker’s control of factories, restriction of the free movement of people and labour, regulation of markets and -like other notable extreme far-left parties of the past- they believe in the primacy of their indiginous population. They have successfully attracted a portion of the demographic that would previously have voted Labour, the white working class. The Labour party (and their chief media outlet the BBC), fearing this, spent the whole of the two weeks before the election denouncing them and their potential voters as racists, and announcing to anybody that would listen that the absolute, worst thing that could happen was the BNP winning votes and getting seats in the European Parliament. Surprise surprise, lots of people that wanted to hurt the Labour Party voted BNP. Who’d have thought?
“Drown me! Roast me! Hang me! Do whatever you please,” said Brer Rabbit. “Only please, Brer Fox, please don’t throw me into the briar patch.”
“The briar patch, eh?” said Brer Fox. “What a wonderful idea! You’ll be torn into little pieces!”
The Labour Party is a far-left party. Although they have taken to wearing the clothes of the middle-ground when campaigning, they policies they have enacted, the big state, the targets, the regulation smack of the Soviet Union. They are collectivist at heart, and their goals are power and control of people. There are many other parties that stand against Westminster and the Securi-State that it has been building for the last generation, lots of small parties that most people haven’t heard of, and they are not extreme far left parties. None of them really got much free publicity, especially not from Labour and the BBC.
Grabbing up the tar-covered rabbit, Brer Fox swung him around and around and then flung him head over heels into the briar patch. Brer Rabbit let out such a scream as he fell that all of Brer Fox’s fur stood straight up. Brer Rabbit fell into the briar bushes with a crash and a mighty thump. Then there was silence. Brer Fox cocked one ear toward the briar patch, listening for whimpers of pain. But he heard nothing. Brer Fox cocked the other ear toward the briar patch, listening for Brer Rabbit’s death rattle. He heard nothing. Then Brer Fox heard someone calling his name. He turned around and looked up the hill. Brer Rabbit was sitting on a log combing the tar out of his fur with a wood chip and looking smug.
So what next? The BNP are a much bigger party now. They’ve won places in a parliament, they don’t look like so much of a wasted vote. That factor alone may increase their vote in the General Election. The Lib-Lab Con is discredited utterly, and although Cameron is probably going to win at the next election, he may well not win the one after that. The Bread is starting to dry up, and nothing the Tories are likely to do will sort that out (and no amount of Circuses will keep the public happy if there’s no Bread). Where will the vote go then? Certainly it might start going UKIP’s way, and a fairly large portion may well go to the BNP. Seats at Westminster? Don’t rule it out. Especially if they are serious about bringing in PR.
“I was bred and born in the briar patch, Brer Fox,” he called. “Born and bred in the briar patch.” And Brer Rabbit skipped away as merry as a cricket while Brer Fox ground his teeth in rage and went home.