Homily #11: On Pot Bellied Patriots

March for England being dwarfed by a much larger crowd of anti-fascists (photo)

Sussex Police closed Brighton Seafront in 2013 to let the fascists march

Thankfully, ever since the Battle of Cable Street in 1936, no fascist movement has managed to entrench itself in British culture. Plenty have tried. We’ve seen off the National Front, the British National Party, the English Defence League and various other less well known outfits, such as the so-called March for England, which is really little more than a cluster of people considered too unsavoury for other fascist parties, who find solidarity with each other by coming to Brighton each year to abuse the locals.

The March for Englanders insist on coming to Brighton and disrupting the town’s normal St George’s Sunday activities because they say they meet violent opposition there. In reality, they came and abused my home town’s residents for two years before we even realised that they were a thing. They came back a third year and met with thousands of people protesting against them. This year they’ve even managed to provoke the local thieving Tory bastards into asking them not to come. That’s the first time I can recall when the Tories have dared to criticise the far-right.

These people call themselves patriots. Since I’m from Brighton, I’ve got no real idea what patriotism actually is. “The last refuge of the scoundrel,” is how Johnson defined it and much of the Left today has adopted that attitude, if not the archaic choice of language. I’m guessing patriotism has got something to do with loving a certain geographical area and the inhabitants therein. Whether it necessarily means only the inhabitants of a certain skin colour, I do not know, nor care.

So much for the emotional content. What about the deeds? We must judge people by their actions, not their motivations. Thus, the man whom Orwell described as never being able to become a “bloody bishop” in Down and Out in Paris and London, received a compliment of the highest order whilst he handed out soup to the London homeless in the 1930s, because he didn’t stop to ram his theology down anyone’s throat. So what do we know about the deeds of the March for Englanders?

Not much. They are almost nobodies. Even in this internet driven age, they leave little trace. However, some facts are known. Firstly, they love drinking foreign lager. Special Brew, which comes from Denmark is a clear favourite. It seems that when it comes to getting intoxicated, the price per percentage of alcohol is more important than the country of origin. Therefore, their patriotism doesn’t extend to buying British beer.

We know that they want to express their love of Eng-ger-land but are unable to organise a sound system to do it with. Or even a megaphone. This means they are thrown back on the power of their throats. This is chronic disorganisation. Whether they love England’s sense of organisation remains to be seen, certainly they don’t seem to care for it themselves.

Finally, for now, they don’t seem to have anything positive to say about the country they profess to love. Instead, their patriotism is entirely negative. They are very ready to tell you what they hate, which is basically any culture which comes from abroad and doesn’t produce lager.

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