Thread by @MarkFrancois12

Extracts from the plague diary of Mark ne-Francois-Pepys

June 12th 1665

Up and after Eggs Quarantine, to the Ministry of Patriotism where towards noon there comes a man as if upon ordinary business, but at taking off a Mick Hucknall periwig I see it is Lord @Nigel_Farage

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who shows me a writ from the LBC called Commission of Redundancy, and tells me that he is become prisoner in this racism business and dismissed from his job as shock-cock, which methought did strike to the heart of fairness: to think that this fellow who did sing Hitler Youth

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ditties at school; discourse that Muslims were coming ‘to take us over’; bathe in Powell’s Rivers of Blood rhetoric; celebrate Tsar Putin’s masterful operation in Syria; speak that he was uncomfortable, or anghyfforddus as my Welsh aunt would say, when he heard foreign tongues
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in public places; oppose the notion of souls plagued by HIV crossing our borders; employ inane slurs when ordering takeaways; sketch canvases of migrants putting us at ‘breaking point’; spearhead the - too nuanced if anything - Brextoration; praise our mesmeric
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Governor Trump but be so vexed as to call Lord Obama a ‘creature’; associate with Governor Bannon who wears his racism as a badge of honour; speak in tropes about Jewish citizens; sit in The Channel, waist-high in bile, vilifying skiffs full of foreigners aspiring to better;
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and who lately likens those fighting the Ku Klux Klan, to arsworm iconoclasts the Taliban; that this fellow could be considered a racist, well the bones of me! This is giving me most exceeding discouragements, and will be so thought by all purveyors of

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common sense, that constitutional correctness is now gone mad, and ever since I was a man in the world was I never so great a stranger to public affairs as now I am, and how poorly we are in these days, that you can’t say anything! Thence Nigel having sent for his

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Großer Mercedes with the little red flags on the front, we to Tommy Robinson’s, and after checking there were no Romanians next door we talked and ate whitebait
and watched some Nazi Megastructures with great pleasure, and so home to my lodging late, Milky Bar, bed.