Last updated at 9:52 PM on 24th October 2009 Well, that ought to be it. The leader of the BNP has exploded in a great geyser of slime on national TV, leaving nothing behind but a bad smell and a few flakes of pancake make-up. Short of donning a Ku Klux Klan Imperial Wizard’s hood and robes or giving a Hitler salute – or both at once – Nicholas Griffin (why should we call him Nick as if we liked him?) could not have done more to alert sensible people to what sort of party he leads. By refusing to explain his loopy ‘views’ on the Holocaust and by putting in a good word for the Klan, Mr Griffin showed what really drives him, which is race, followed by race and then more race. BNP leader Nick Griffin on BBC's Question Time last week It would be pitiful – if we did not know how dangerous such pathetic men can be if their hour strikes. Those great beefy bodyguards would protect him more effectively if they ran forward and clamped a gloved hand over his mouth every time he started to say the word ‘indigenous’. But thanks to the glories of free speech, he was on his own and linked to the mighty transmitters of the BBC as he simpered, sought and failed to ingratiate himself and demonstrated that he simply does not have the qualities of wit, charm and eloquence that would make him a real menace. And my first response was to be relieved that he had made such a mess of it. Then a doubt began to creep in. As a long-time enemy of the BNP, occasionally targeted by their propaganda machine, I have more experience than anyone wants of the way their supporters think. And I feel I ought to register a small warning here. I believe there are quite a lot of people who simply don’t care about Mr Griffin’s creepy difficulties over Jews, or his associations with Klansmen. They are unmoved by his own famous quotation (clumsily muffed by the Liberal Democrat Chris Huhne) in which he admits that everything he does and says is a front for his real racialist aim. I can hear them muttering now that their leader didn’t get a fair shake, that the panel and the audience ganged up on him, that he was never allowed to make his points uninterrupted, that the BBC robbed him of his chance. A ‘stab in the back legend’ has been born, and will grow. Why is this? It is easy. It is because of another equally important story this week, in which we were told that the population of Britain is to rise to 70million, largely because of immigration, even though nobody wants this. It is because Jack Straw also made a colossal fool of himself, by denying the blindingly obvious truth that Labour has helped create the BNP and Mr Griffin, through its callous and incompetent laxness on immigration. It is because nobody intelligent takes seriously the vague and embarrassed mumblings of the Tories about an unstated limit on non-EU immigration (they can’t stop EU immigration and they know it). A better indication of their politically correct attitude came from David Cameron’s beloved Baroness Warsi of Diversity, who got away with an absurd claim that there is no such thing as a bogus asylum-seeker. Oh yes there is, Baroness. Mr Griffin is an inadequate and unlovely nobody, without charisma or eloquence. Yet a large chunk of the British people are so sick of being ignored and patronised that even this severely limited man has managed to create a substantial political movement where none existed before. Tremble in case a real charismatic leader, and a real National Socialist movement, ever arise in this country. Labour, the Tories and the Liberal Democrats, in their joint scurry to the Left, have abandoned a large space in which such a monster might flourish and even triumph. A new type of conman is peddling the apocalypse There have always been cult leaders who have gathered followers around them by warning that the world is about to end and claiming that they have the route to salvation. They usually disappear with the funds just before the due date, leaving their followers in the drizzle on some hilltop, awaiting a non-existent apocalypse. How all these Victorian frauds would envy the triumph of their 21st Century successors, the Manmade Global Warming maniacs. The Prime Minister gabbles about our having just weeks to save the world from doom. The Government seeks to scare children into political conformity (as if the schools weren’t doing all they can already) by screening expensive commercials showing drowning puppies and kittens floating to their doom on upturned tables. This unscientific and questionable stuff now has far more influence over our lives than religion. It badly needs to be debunked, though it requires some courage to stand up against its shrieking devotees. But where are the furious critics of the Church when they are confronted by a real-life intolerant orthodoxy? Silent. Handsome Pair: David and Samantha Cameron You'd think they were already in Downing St Are we being bounced? The entire British media have already decided the result of the next General Election – at least I can think of no other explanation for the appearance of this picture of David and Samantha Cameron at the opening of an envelope – sorry, the tenth anniversary of the opening of the stage musical of The Lion King in London. How do these charming studies of this handsome pair come to be taken, do you think? And why do we never see pictures of David Cameron scowling (I have a fine one, in a drawer next to my copy of the suppressed Bullingdon portrait) or grimacing or standing next to signs marked ‘Exit’? We will, soon enough. Women at any cost? Far better that these MPs are proper Tories It is easy to see why David Cameron – or anyone – would want to exterminate the traditional male Tory MP. Who needs any more portly, shifty, braying time-servers in pinstripes, getting the taxpayer to finance their mortgages, conservatives when in opposition, liberal softies once in government? But why would it be any better to have dozens of female management consultants, bankeresses, social workers and lawyers, clutching briefcases? All of them are bound to be dedicated to the dubious Leftist view that a woman’s place is in the office while her children do hard time in a baby farm – an idea that has done more damage to the country than almost anything except cannabis. Here’s a non-sexist alternative idea. Don’t select MPs on the grounds of sex. Pick them on the grounds of politics. You could call it an ‘all-conservative shortlist’. The trouble is, if Mr Cameron did that, he’d end up by getting rid of himself. * Sorry, but if Gordon Brown had admitted to liking any particular biscuit, that would have been turned against him. We have reached such a pitch of unreasoning hatred towards this man that he’s to blame if our beer is flat or it rains on the way home. Just imagine the derision if he’d said he liked digestives. Psychiatrists would have been produced to show that this was the choice of the deeply troubled. I don’t blame him for trying to keep his biscuit tastes secret.Griffin, the BBC and the birth of a 'stab in the back' myth
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