David Furness Thinks Yoga And Serial Killing Are All Down To The Great Marxist Conspiracy

The Supermarket Own Brand Tequila prize for the cheapest of cheap shots this week looks set this Bank Holiday Monday to go to David Furness, unsuccessful mayoral candidate for London and the British National Party’s press officer – the latter perhaps explains why no one treats them the least seriously any more (oh, and losing all their council seats and MEPs).

He did give a smile last week with the following silly piece:

Of course, if there had been a white male in the advert, it would have been all part of a plan by the ruling elite to promote the indoctrination of Eastern brainwashing techniques on white males. Such is the world of the conspiracy theorist.

Who is to say this gentleman isn’t trans-racial? You know, is a white man trapped inside an Asian man’s body – just like Adam Ant who beneath the white was a red skin suffering for centuries of taming?

Of course, there is a sad truth in the midst of all this. Any public body today runs the risk of some special interest group screaming ‘racist’, ‘sexist’, ‘homophobe’ or any one of a hundred other special interest/persecuted minority lobby cards. The simplest of publicity campaigns for the public good becomes a minefield, one slip and the well-intentioned find themselves prey to the modern day bully using feigned ideological self-righteousness as weapons to beat their fellow citizens into submission. The flip side is it provides their opponents with ceaseless ammunition to prove the ‘evil’ of any such measures, no matter how well intentioned, and the need for their abolition.

Such is how the ‘rights’ industry creates the appetites from which they feed parasitically off the people they hurt.

But even by far-right standards David Furness was really reaching with this one upon the death of the sadist necrophiliac serial killer Dennis Nilson after 35 years in jail, whose ceaseless whining letters about his lot behind bars to newspapers was the best argument those opposed to capital punishment ever had.

Furness comes up with the mind-boggling suggestion that Nilson’s far-left views were in some way responsible for his criminal perversions.

There is no record anywhere that Nilson ever upset his work colleagues with his political views. This is pure fantasy on Furness’ part.

One of the reasons his work colleagues at Employment Services were so shocked upon Nilson’s arrest was his sheer boringness: the least likely candidate to topple the Yorkshire Ripper from his plinth as Britain’s worst serial killer (unknown to all, he was still behind Dr Harold Shipman).

He’d attempted to become involved in both Militant and the Socialist Workers Party, but in both cases they ditched him upon his insistence to anyone delivering their newspapers that they ‘pop in for a cuppa’ – and this wasn’t simply because the comrades objected to him trying to persuade them to have sex with him (like most machismo fixated groups, contrary to their politically correct rhetoric the SWP and Militant had a strong homophobic streak in practice).

As with all fringe activities, Britain’s far-left and far-right have long been havens for what the National Front’s Huddersfield organiser Robert Taylor in 1969 called ‘cranks and perverts’, those who know beggars can’t be choosers when it comes to members – with predictable results.

It could easily be said Nilsen’s nine years in the army (which Furness omits to mention) played a part – where he also developed a taste for alcohol. Upon discharge, unable to form long term relationships left him lonely and depressed. From December 1973 until his arrest almost a decade later, he drank at home every night. . Like many before and since, he discovered that there is nowhere more lonely than a big city where most relationships are transient – and many homosexuals who moved to London at the first opportunity (as most did before Brighton ‘turned Pink’) soon discovered it was not the Emerald City gay activists painted it.

There is little unknown about Nilson – unlike other mass murders his time behind bars was spent spilling the beans at every chance. He tried to use mitigating circumstances (the death of his grandmother) to claim temporary insanity for his actions – but his sexual proclivities went before him: near death by drowning as a child left him fixated by what today would be termed ‘breathplay’. Life imprisonment meant company, temperance, and most of all attention – the irony was for all his complaining, a life sentence gave Nilson almost everything he ever wanted the most.

Whatever politics he had, it had no shape in turning him into the vile creature who destroyed innocent lives.