The Nazi Christmas Turkey: Dear Mark Collett, Are You Feeling INCREDIBLY STUPID Yet?

It may be the season of goodwill to all human kind, but never when you’re on the political extremes, whose idea of a Christmas feast is gorging themselves on every example they can find of political correctness gone mad or some special interest group being nasty towards vanilla whiteys.

Mark Collett used to be a big deal on the far-right. A former right-hand man of Nick Griffin and head of the British National Party’s youth wing, he became the party’s head of publicity during their heyday until he fell out with Nasty Nick shortly before the BNP began to implode.

Ever since, he’s been trying to reestablish himself in ‘patriot’ circles, unfortunately for him they tend to have very long memories and could hold grudges for Britain at the Olympics to gold medal winning level. He may be a hopeless bigot (loves Hitler, hates non-whites, gays, anyone with a funny walk or eats funny food or reads funny books, etc), but they’ll never forgive him or Griffin for ‘selling out’

‘Selling out’ to ‘racial nationalists’ doesn’t mean the same as it does to, for example, pretentious music fans when their favourite band’s sound becomes more mainstream in order to get more people to like them (or, more often than not, because they’ve learned to write songs and play their instruments properly). It has little in practice with anything to do with watering down ‘the message’ (the message in question all too often being ‘Heil Hitler’…).

No, in these queer circles, ‘selling out’ means anyone silly enough to organise a far-right party properly enough to win votes and win elections, resulting in the sort of mass attention from the media and general public (the internet is a wonderful thing!) under which their whole house of cards very quickly falls apart, and anyone espousing those view was cast back into the political wilderness for another two decades.

(This doesn’t tend to happen with the far-left. They simply spend all their time trying to hijack the Labour Party. With predictable results.)

In the BNP’s case, they did have a professional politics lecturer in Andrew Brons as one of their MEPs, someone able to argue their case with the facts and decades of practical dialectic experience. Which is why of course the BNP avoided doing so like the plague, had Nick Griffin, Simon Darby and Mark Collett handle the media duties, and to no-one’s surprise but their own provided the general public with some splendid car crash moments on live TV.

Never mind Griffin’s toe curling performance on ‘Question Time’ (when you have an open goal like Jack Straw on the panel and still end up looking like the biggest fool, you should know you’re out of your tiny depth), there were endless spats between Simon Darby and Kate ‘All I Want For Christmas Is A Top Lip’ Burley over the years on Sky News (including one where he asks her if she’d got out of the wrong side of bed!)

No longer so young Master Collett has tried to reestablish himself with little success, even suffering the humiliation of the Leave Campaign taking out a court order to stop him and his girlfriend from distributing their leaflets during the EU Referendum campaign of 2016 in a bid to politically rehabilitate themselves.

His latest ploy on Twitter – the perfect place for a twit – has been making various cheap clickbait posts with all the objectivity of a tabloid headline writer.

Savour this little beauty from a few days ago:

Ah, the old ‘bad Muslims covered up by a politically correct media’ trope.

Of course, a certain business at Gatwick Airport with drones may have been dominating some of their attention (along with a homeless man freezing to death outside Parliament on the day they were debating whether or not the leader of the Opposition had called the Prime Minister a ‘stupid woman’).

Or it may have been because it was old news from two days before by the time it met with Master Collett’s attention.

So much for mainstream media silence – on the national broadcaster no less. That’s that one knocked right on the head, as the apple would have said to Sir Issac Newton (followed by ‘take a bath, you historically notorious soap dodger!)

But it gets better.

It has also turned out his attempt to troll YouTube with what was little more than a moronic ‘lads banter’ video looks set to cost him his taxi driver’s licence.

The whole business done and dusted a day before it came to Collett’s notice. No wonder he was such a success as the head of the BNP’s media department.

Nothing to see here, move along.