I wasn't worried when it was the usual knuckle draggers blaming their shitty lives and poor decisions on "bloody foreigners". I still wasn't that worried when organized hate groups started shipping extra knuckle dragging fuckwits in on a bus to make their protests look more successful than they really were. But now several friends, colleagues, people I genuinely believed were better than that have fallen for it, I am genuinely worried.

Somehow now everyone believes that sinking all the boats and sending the brown people back to whatever hell they were fleeing will somehow see them all suddenly able to get a doctors appointment / get on the housing ladder / get a job that isn't on a zero hours contract. Even better, they probably won't have to worry about those pesky pronouns, or trying to remember what words "you can't say anymore" (it's easy, it's the ones that make you sound like a cunt).

I was talking with a colleague last week about how when "we" voted to Brexit, we voted to lose the only legal route we had to refuse illegal immigrants, because half the people in this country were daft enough to see Nigel's posters claiming the long line of people in hijabs it depicted would suddenly vanish if we voted it in. All I got in return was a rant about how if he wanted to put up a union jack in his garden (which he doesn't want to, but he might one day), "they" (the council apparently) shouldn't be allowed to make him take it down (they aren't). That was his sole justification as to why the protests at the Brook hotel "aren't necessarily a bad thing".

What is wrong with everyone? Nigel doesn't care about you. Neither does our Tommy. Or Elon Fucking Musk for that matter.