Rebel Media has put up a hilarious exposé of the ongoing beat-down of Tommy Robinson by the toffs in Britain. Sure, Muslim criminals are in charge of the beatings and attempted murders, but it is the media class and their treasonous political-class allies who have permitted and encouraged this persecution of one man to continue for six long years. It’s utterly shameful.
British toffs hate yobs. TR is the quintessential yob, chav, hooligan — and he has proudly claimed as much in his book, Enemy of the State. Thus, the ire of his betters becomes permeable to us outsiders if we take this peculiarly English trait of top-down class hatred into consideration. The toffs are angry that Tommy Robinson rises like cream to defend ancient English traditions and values — traditions and values that are their purview. I would imagine that many of them see Tommy natter on and consider his earnestness as being akin to watching dogs dance: one knows they can be taught to do so, but since it is not the natural behavior of dogs their performance is amusing. Tommy’s getting up on his hind legs? Not so funny. He ought to know his place.
Language warning on this video. This comedic performance of a painful truth couldn’t have been done without Mr. McInnes’ clever application of Lutonese as a counterpoint to the stuffed shirt-vowels. Those who look down their noses with utter indifference to the horrific situation the political class has created for the lower classes. Lawless brutal Muslims are given free rein against British citizens of a certain sort, and with impunity. So in this instance the story can’t be told without the inclusion of the Lutonese lingua franca; it is pertinent to the point Mr. McInnes is making about the cruel betrayal by middle- and upper-class Britons. But, no, that doesn’t mean Lutonese will become Gates of Vienna’s lingua franca. In the comment threads our same old free speech strictures still apply.
Disclosure: I’m posting this video not only because he perfectly describes the class chasm in Britain, but also to point out an image they use in the course of the video:
First to explain why images are important to me.
For decades, painting was the B’s raison d’être. Since his eyesight went bad, I can no longer kid myself that “maybe things will change and he can return to painting”. That’s not going to happen in this life. His oeuvre is finished. So I comfort myself with the images he creates for Gates of Vienna — that recent one of Erdogan and the goats is a good example of what I mean, but they run the gamut from funny to chilling and all the points in between. Thus when he received word of the fundraiser for Tommy’s legal representation, the first thing the B did was the first thing he always does: to create an image to represent our part of this endeavor. Or, in this case, he retrieved an image he’d made years before.
Imagine my surprise and pleasure when it caught on in other places. And when I saw it in this video — the banner collage of Tommy images appears about five minutes in — well, as Tommy might put it, “I was dead chuffed, I was”. It eased the loss…
I still wake up in the morning with a lighter heart knowing Tommy’s safer than he’s been in years and those toffs are being exposed for their perfidy. What’s not to love? But to have added to that the Baron’s “painting” for FREE TOMMY? Lovely indeed.
America has parallels to Britain’s class distinctions, but they aren’t quite the same nor so deep-seated.
In America the closest parallel we have is the Northern disdain and/or amusement about all things Southern: our accents prove our lower IQs, our cuisine is lower-class, and our guns and religion are proof of our primitive, lesser culture. But the capstone is surely our quaint tradition of moonshine.
In reality that last cultural remnant, the pushback against ‘gummint revenooers’ began in the North. It was a crucial historical hinge in America’s early twining of federalism and taxation. George Washington himself headed up the military as he rode, while President, against the Pennsylvania farmers’ Whiskey Rebellion.
Ironically, Southern America is closer to the old honor culture, the Cavaliers, of England. The Commonwealth of Virginia is based on a similar tradition of unwritten rules. Thus, we Rebels are likely to have greater sympathy for Tommy’s plight simply because we understand more clearly what it is to be a yob.
Only we call them rednecks.