It’s always refreshing to read a discrepant opinion on the ‘received truth’ issuing from the mouths of British politicians about the evil designs of foreign nations and their leaders living and scheming east of the Port of Calais. Thus Theresa May’s whipped-up indignation from the Dispatch Box about the poisoning of the turned Russian spy and his daughter in Salisbury.
Listening to a British Intelligence source on radio today, I heard him give an embarrassed laugh when he said, “Of course, we don’t do things like that!” (meaning assassinate foreign intelligence agents on their own soil"). Of course we don’t, 007! That’s just hooey of the kind millions devour in our cinemas, clapping, whooping, whistling and stamping their feet on the carpet as another Red Soviet bastard explodes in a storm of bone-shards, blood and shredded intestines!
One of the reasons I left Britain for France was to get some of the stink of British political hypocrisy out of my nostrils. I love my country, and trust my compatriots, but have come to despise a political faction that represents class and corporate interests over the progressively oppressed masses. There is a flicker of hope that the tide may be turning with Labour and Momentum, the young, and more empowerment of women: like you and your brave voice, Helen6. Thank goodness there are many more like you, across the “free world”, and your ranks are swelling. Good luck to you and thanks. Don’t relent, don’t falter, we need your voice and your clarity. I’m on the side of the fairies too.