June 8, 2009

There's a plaque on the wall in the living room of my mum's house.

It tells the story of how, on September 18, 1944, a 29-year-old father of four was shot out of the sky over Arnhem, in the Netherlands.

Henry Dunn was a glider pilot, on a perilous reconnaissance mission against the Nazis, and that day he paid with his life.

He was - is - one of my grandfathers. (Alexander Binnie was the other - and he lost a leg).

My father, who was two years old at the time, and his brother and sisters, therefore never got the chance to know him.

But he knows - like we all do - what he did on behalf of the rest of us.

And with that in mind, then, imagine how utterly unpleasant it is to wake up today to find that I have the leader of the British National Party - a neo-Nazi to a tee - now representing me and my family in Europe.

That our political system is now so wrecked, wretched and rotten, that leaves a country so hatefully apathetic about the body politic and yet equally, woefully, angry, lies at the door of Gordon Brown.

His selfish determination to cling onto office at any cost - our cost - is now as much of a personal insult to each and every one of us as it is a global embarrassment.

And him and Harriet Harperson were STILL banging on about how "what the public want" is for them to carry on last night.

I almost feel sick.

Because - directly because - of the Save Gordon Brown Party, we have just put a Nazi into a position of influence.

Great, eh?

Brown is quite clearly clinically unable to see that every single one of us has a debt to history.

Our way of life is entirely down to the people who literally gave up theirs to ensure our own.

Anger, apathy, sheer bloody mindedness - your own traits, Broon, now transferred to a nation - have led us to where we are now.

Well done.

That's your legacy, you fucking idiot.