Jay Currie

This is the new normal, not so new any more. It is a shocking work not so much in itself as for the fact we increasingly are no longer allowed to talk about so much of what is being done to us. We cannot speak ill of the enemy even as they parade in our streets saying “Freedom go to hell” and “God bless Hitler” and the like. We cannot properly honour the dead; the sound of bodies hitting the pavement and the sight of candies thrown in celebration to “Palestinian” children censored by our media gatekeepers. We cannot even string together the news into a short film without “provoking” insane rage, blood curdling threats and the promise of censorship and criminal charges from our home grown fifth columnists.

Remember: If you tell the truth you are spreading hate. If you make snuff films – real snuff films – for the delectation of your co-religionists you are advancing a “religion of peace” and will be described as an activist by CNN, the BBC and all the rest. This is not 1984. Orwell did not have a word for what we have made of ourselves. ghost of a flea