Awoke to the dispiriting news that a second BNP gitpig got a seat in the European Parliament overnight. So that's 2 of the virulent little goblins, to sit side-by-side and sweatily hatch their evil political plots in Brussels.
Actually, if past form is anything to go by, the virulent little goblins are more likely to get pissed on Boddington's and sing songs about Darkies until everyone slowly backs away and leaves them to it.
In fact, in a rare moment of optimism, I'm going to predict that the BNP will swallow itself over the next few years. They've made so many grand promises to their idiot voters - which they can't possibly deliver - that they're inevitably going to fade away or (more likely) be replaced by someone even louder and more hateful. If past experience has shown us anything it's that political movements based around a single negative mandate - "we're here to destroy/dismantle/abolish X" - will very soon collapse under the weight of their own aggressive internal pressures. These people are united under a single hateful issue, but sooner or later are required to contemplate some of the other policies they'd like to advocate - some of which might even be, whisper it, constructive - and *bang*: instant internal schism.
One can hope, anyway.
I'm not completely convinced by the Labour claim that "this was an election based on the expenses scandal" (which translates as the sulky "we lost, but only because the idiot public were voting for the wrong reasons"), but I do think the BNP won't last more than a term or two. If only because there's only so much footage of Nick Griffin smugging it up that my TV-set can take, before the ray cathode tube is clogged-up with grease and the screen shatters itself in half over an internal-debate about Allowing Coloured Pixels.
Very sad day, this.