Well, they’re having a visit from the blackshirts now* – and by ‘visit’ I mean ‘violent riots on the streets of London’ – but the threat is apparently at elevated levels for next month’s Royal Wedding, which is going to draw a bunch of British… how did I put it, once? Ah, yes: “twentysomething unwashed creeps in balaclavas who simultaneously reek of patchouli oil and Rage Against the Machine” … like moths to a flame. I expect that next month’s headlines over there are going to be at best outraged, and at worst fairly grim – and the amazing bit? Great Britain’s got cameras everywhere. They have surveillance cameras on their surveillance cameras – and probably surveillance cameras watching those. You’d think that this kind of crypto-police state scrutiny would at least actually keep people from, you know, smashing up other people’s property… but apparently not.
Meanwhile, unintentional comedy from the police on their homegrown BUF-wannabes:
“They were using light bulbs filled with ammonia, petrol bombs and smoke flares. Any one of these can kill not just a police officer but a member of the public. These people are willing to resort to this naked violence in front of cameras. It is almost as if they have no fear of judicial process in this country.”
They don’t have any fear of the judicial process in Great Britain. And why should they? The only damned thing that they have to really worry about is not having a gun on them when they go on their rampages.
*All the while being aided and abetted by more mainstream Leftist political parties; gee, where have we heard that before?