So sang the Clash in 1982 on the Combat Rock album, one of my all time top-whatever. It was a protest against Iran’s banning of music. All of it. No music. Its subversive. Degenerates the masses. Corrupts the populus. Evil westernism. Ban it. And they did, as part of the Islamisation of that fine (??) nation. So when six ‘kids’, young adult types, posted a video of themselves dancing on a rooftop, miming along to Pharrell Williams’ ‘Happy’, they were arrested and are in jail. They were just having fun. Which is illegal in Iran. Fun is a crime.

How fucked up is any nation/religion/organisation that actually criminalises simple, innocent, inoffensive pleasure? Answers on a postcard, per-lease. Though I’m not questioning Iran’s right to ban what they want; its unfair to make judgments based on our more liberated views. But please, get a grip.

Rachida Dati, former French cabinet minister, now Euro-MP and also a muslim, she too was fucked up. But in a different way. A more modern way. A much nicer way. And thus she gave birth to a child. And, unmarried, she refused to name the father. How noble. Though when she eventually did pick a name out of the hat, the guy refused to admit responsiblity on the grounds that Ms Dati was at that time sleeping with 8 other men as well. What? All in one bed?? Some bed. She’s probably not a devout muslim then.

Rachida, in fact the first muslim woman to serve in French cabinet (though she’s so gorgeous it was inevitable, really) is now kind of defending Nigel Farrage and saying that he is not in fact ‘a racist’. Even though he looks like one, sounds like one, acts like one and certainly smells like one (they all smell of fags and beer, haven’t you noticed? go sniff a racist today). Nigel’s claim that ‘all Romanians are thieving bastards’ (my words, but however you choose to gild that lily, that’s what he said) has landed him in hot water. Where he spends so much time the only suprise is that he doesn’t wear a scuba tank over his suit.

And to be fair, (something I try NEVER to be when UKIP are involved), Nigel did refuse a European coalition with France’s Front Nationale party along with the equivalent (neo-nazis) from Holland and Greece, but only because he’d then have problems denying the racist card back home. The very fact that such organistions saw in Nigel’s lot a like minded group says a lot. Like Nigel. He always says a lot. Normally digging himself out of one hole or another with a blunt shovel.

And much as I really don’t want an influx of 2.6 million thieving, raping, organised-criming, Romanians and Bulgarians swarming our shores, mainly because we don’t have the room nor the houses nor the infrastructure to accommodate such input, I can’t condone outright bans on immigration. They’re oppressive.

Today is voting day, here in England. Not the big stuff, but local council elections and Euro ministerialisms. And I don’t mind who votes what, you almost have the right to vote for whomsoever you please. Almost. But as you place your cross on that paper, don’t endorse insidious racism, however fucking smiley and pally and matey it may seem.

DON’T vote UKIP today.

Happy polling day

A xxxx