So, yesterday I wrote a long post setting out my concerns about the likelihood of a party campaigning on a platform of hate and fear winning the largest proportion of the vote in tomorrow's elections for the European parliament in the UK. I reread it this morning and came to the conclusion that my own fear and anger overcame me sufficiently that I wrote an incoherent, ranty diatribe.
The most eloquent commentary I have seen on these issues comes from the writer Michael Rosen, and it sums my views up far better than I can right now:
"I sometimes fear that people might think that fascism arrives in fancy dress worn by grotesques and monsters as played out in endless re-runs of the Nazis. Fascism arrives as your friend. It will restore your honour, make you feel proud, protect your house, give you a job, clean up the neighbourhood, remind you of how great you once were, clear out the venal and the corrupt, remove anything you feel is unlike you...It doesn't walk in saying, "Our programme means militias, mass imprisonments, transportations, war and persecution."
I hope my compatriots turn their backs on the politics of hatred and fear on Thursday. Farage and UKIP are no friends of ours.