Only In The Guardian…

It’s been a bad time for the Guardianistas. A World Cup where England fans didn’t riot and half of the winning team in the final match were not only black but first generation immigrants of African ‘boat people’ crossing the Med at that meant nothing to get Hermione-Grangerer-Than-Thou about.

Not only was 80% of the full French squad from an immigrant background, but the National Front (renamed the unfortunate National Rally during the tournament – a name once used by Vichy collaborators) – France’s bellwether for ‘bloody immigrants!’ moaners – backed the same team they’d criticised two years ago (and for decades before) over their ‘ethnicity’ to the hilt: ‘This team is in the image of what we want to promote: Players who sing the Marseillaise and proclaim their attachment to their country.’ Even expelled leader and all round cantankerous career troll Jean Marie Le Pen joined in the fun, pictured watching the match with a French flag and novelty sunglasses as if trying to find his inner British tourist. At least he didn’t wear socks and sandals and a ‘My Friend Went To Paris And All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt!’ top to go with it.

What went so different this time to have jokers suggesting that the FN/FR and the far-left’s France Unbowed websites had been bought out by L’Équipe (France’s sports magazine and TV channel) was its stars stressed they were French first, last and always regardless of ‘background’: none more so than Antoine Griezmann, Paul Pogba and especially Kylian Mbappé – the latter growing up in the ghastly immigrant apartment blocks of Paris’ Bondy quarter, who vowed to his Cameroonian and Algerian parents since childhood he would play for France, and whose preposterous talent at only nineteen in the finals had made him football’s most exciting player since Pele (the ball appears almost magnetically attracted to his feet), and who donated his entire half million dollar win bonus to charity.

For France, the pain and underlying resentments from Charlie Hebdo and the Bataclan have been wiped in a year where Mamoudou Gassama not only did more for immigrants than a billion anti-racism initiatives, but also set the bar of expectations from them – which a French national squad drawing so much from its colonial past promptly over-delivered on. Good news for social integrationalists of the ‘when in Rome’ school, bad news for the cappuchino café bleedheart humanist fascists at The Guardian and elsewhere dependent on an ‘always oppressed’ narrative from which anyone non-white must be ‘protected’ (by them, of course – ‘The White Man’s Burden’ of the Politically Correct – let’s call it ‘The Guardianista Of Indeterminate Gender And Race’s Burden).

They’ve been racking their brains, but finally hit the jackpot today – the same Guardian that criticised rightly Swiss players of Albanian ethnicity making ‘up yours, Serbia!’ symbols to the cameras when politicking is strictly banned in international sporting tournaments.

How about because sporting events are all about people forgetting for once about what makes them different and instead concentrating on what brings them together – like a shared interest for example? The Olympics were founded on exactly that premise.

Let’s turn things on their head here. How about young footballers – often exploited at the beginning of their careers by clubs and agents – start hijacking Gay Pride rallies demanding they show solidarity? How about football fans doing the same – forever fleeced by ever increasing ticket prices, over-zealous security more interested in preventing fans bringing their own food and drink with them instead of buying from the overpriced stadium vendors?

Would the LGBTQ+ gatekeepers demonstrate solidarity with their oppressed brethren, sistren (and transien)? Or would they go full blown diva over having their event guerrilla gigged?

Meh, you already know the answer to that one:

Certain feminist and lesbian groups did just that a few weeks ago, upset that Transgenders appear to be hijacking their movement to push agendas not to their liking. Some of the complaints are about more than that, of course, but the universal pillorying the protestors received by LGBTQ+ officialdom demonstrates a distinct ‘don’t do as we do, do as we say’ narrative, common to most tunnel visioned fanatics with an ‘Us vs Them’ worldview who think theirs and theirs alone is the Cup Of Righteousness Of The One True And Everlasting Bellyache to be flogged and blogged to death until doomsday.

They appear completely blinkered to the possibility that LGBTQ+ rights issues aren’t not only the only game in town, but that their take on LGBTQ+ rights issues aren’t the only game in town. There’s certainly an irony that those screaming ‘equality’ are the worst offenders for promoting micro-division every opportunity they get, yet are the first to scream like Hollywood Hills spoilt brats at their Super Sixteen party the second someone meant to be on the same side airs a contrary view – and accuse them of creating drama and schism, of course.

In this, they demonstrate the real ‘entitlement’ and ‘privilege’ problem (to borrow their two favourite phrases used to morally baton society with) – those whose insufferable smug, self-aggrandising self-righteousness propels them to hijack everyone else’s day and expect everyone to put up with it. In this they demonstrate a selfishness far outweighing the callous indifference of those they berate.