Fuck Off

I loathe the Guardian. Every fibre of my being rebels against their miserablism, their hatred of our culture and our race. They hate success and our history. They are without doubt, vile, evil scum.

Our nuclear deterrent, the monarchy, railway enthusiasts … let’s ditch the things that keep us clinging sentimentally to the past

Ian Jack is the latest fuckwit who wants to parade his dislike of the British and Britain. Actually, although I wouldn’t regard myself as a railway enthusiast, I do have an interest in all things transport – with a particular liking for railways. Well, I spent a career working on them, so I guess it’s inevitable. But, of course, our railways are a reminder of our industrial heritage and something to admire. Unless, of course, you are one of the miserable haters in the Guardian.

“And I am not sure about Kent,” my young friend said, meaning the county with the white cliffs and Ukip leanings. “In what way unsure?” I replied. “Whether it should be on the list.” But he left it off in favour of other oddities such as the Channel Islands and the Falklands, whose sale to France and Argentina would remind British citizens of their humble station in life – like the penitent feels the lash – as well as raise money that could be productively reinvested in the wasted towns of the Welsh valleys and northern England.

Your young friend is an arsehole.

His is a radical programme: even the apparently harmless railway enthusiast has not been spared. Britain, especially England, has railway enthusiasts in more profusion than any other country in the world, and with them more books and magazines about railways, more railway modellers, more preserved steam locomotives and – a recent development – more full-scale steam locomotives under construction by teams of volunteer builders. And yet most modern British trains – the kind made to be used rather than loved – are designed in Italy, Spain, Japan, Germany and Canada and, at most, assembled here by their foreign manufacturers. (The destruction of Britain’s train and locomotive industry was a too little noticed byproduct of privatization).

Right, so a harmless tribute to our industrial heritage is now verboten because modern stock is largely made abroad – and note the snide sideswipe at privatisation (it’s spelled with an “s” in the UK you illiterate prick). It would have happened anyway as the industry was already in decline. Unless we understand our history, we will never fully understand who we are. Oh, yeah, of course, for these nasty creatures, that’s the point, isn’t it?

But why should railway hobbyists be included in our fire sale? Because their fondness for a glorious past pushes aside their interest in the future, other than as some dreamlike reincarnation of what went before, came his response. Britain, after all, invented the locomotive-hauled train.

Bullshit. Utter, utter, fucking moronic bullshit. I’ve read some fucking idiocy in that stinking, disreputable little Marxist rag, but by God, that one takes some beating for inane idiocy. How dare you or your young friend presume to know and understand what other people are thinking or where their interests lie, you judgemental wankers!

So, in answer to the question:

Our nuclear deterrent, the monarchy, railway enthusiasts … let’s ditch the things that keep us clinging sentimentally to the past

You, your moronic young friend and that vile rag you write for. Fairly obvious, really. I notice that there are no comments to the article. Presumably because I wouldn’t be the first to come to that conclusion.