I told myself I wouldn't post on it because I found it so disturbing that it would affect the quality of what I wanted to say, but I can't get this evil, dead-eyed freak out of my mind. Wake the f up Britain, is this what you want Britain to be about? Is this what the Tommys died for in the mud of the Somme? Did they sacrifice themselves for vape shops and for your beautiful duck pond to become a community pantry? The other day I wrote about fate and the knock-knock-knocking of the existential choices that confront France in the wake of Limoges and the fall of their beautiful bell tower. The situation is no better in Britain. You must decide what you are, who you are, and what you will tolerate because if you do not - other people will make that decision for you, as has been the case throughout all of history. Modern Britain, by contrast, has existed for the blink of an eye in historical terms. It can come and go as easy as one breathes. Britons have always been a nation of animal lovers, perhaps more so than its own people sometimes - alas I still can't forget the grooming gangs - so perhaps his face will cut through the fog. Yet if this is the Britain you want, either by cowardice (you don't like it but you're too cowardly to speak up) or you are truly too far gone and you think it's "racist" to question it - then at least I know who my political opposition is and I have nothing in common with you and I will never, ever accept the status quo. You can go ahead and celebrate the Yookay on your own, because I don't feel like it. I'm on the side of the ducks and their beautiful pond.