Because nothing's worse than an idiot with an internet connection
The BBC's Have Your Say pages are, as I have noted before, a veritable haven for the very biggest and most prolific wankers in the UK (and the world), and if you ever want to be very, very scared then just take a look at the debates. All of them, predictably, end up being religion/immigration/race rants, and the current "Do you love thy neighbour?" thread is, of course, no difference. These quotes are selective, and there is a higher proportion of more level-minded commentary to be found there, but here are what some of the more bigotted bigots have to say:
In fact many people probably don't even speak the same language as their neighbours. It feels like this country has turned into the hotel of the world - a place where people come to stay but nobody really thinks of it as their home. Bruce Mcaaw, Grantham
World's smallest violin, Bruce. World's smallest violin.
"Love thy neighbour"--this term has no substance to it, no morality. When thy neighbour could be a peodophile or a vicious criminal that just got bail because the justice system is a joke and the prisons are overcrowded. Cocker Mcklongballs, Falkirk, United Kingdom
Hilarious name, Cocker. If I were living next to you, I'd be worried too. Next, a heart-rending tale of woe by D.F. King.
I love my neighbours since we moved out of the inner-city terrace where - on both sides - we had prayer sessions, shouting, bedrooms filled with kids running about unsupervised and knocking on the walls until all hours, the mosque at the end of the street blasting out a tinny racket, cars triple parking or just abandoned where they stopped, and generally nothing we could relate to or want to be a part of. Is this incorrect of me? I like neighbours who don't cause me grief. D.F. King, Leicester
Damn those darkies and their stupid, inconsiderate places of worship. I bet it's just like Iraq in Leicester, isn't it? Cars triple-parking everywhere and unsupervised play by under-tens. Heinous.
I would love to get on with my neighbours, but none of them speak English and do not mix with the English, but stay with their own kind in some kind of parallel city. Mary Murphy, Greater Manchester
Yeah, take me down to the parallel city, where the grass is green(er) and Mary Murphy mixes with her 'kind' and not those non-English scum. Take me down.
Next, a truly frightening man:
If neighbours are living in ever closer proximity with thousands of others in an ever more frenetic existence they are increasingly likely to fight. We are hopelessly overcrowded. For a more peaceable future we need to plan how we are going to reduce our population. Cobbett Rides Again, Malvern, United Kingdom
Reduce the population? Er... OK. I bet every night is Kristallnacht round Cobbett's place.
What's the point of loving thy neighbour when they could burgle you house, steal your car, assault your family (all done whilst claiming benefits your tax pounds pay for); then get put on probation for a month? This is a very poorly country, and it's going to take a very right wing party to put it back on track. L. Evans, Birmingham, United Kingdom
That was a party political broadcast on behalf of the BNP. Now, sports.
We are surrounded by immigrants, who selfishly believe they have the right to park to take up every parking space in the street. It's as if they think they own the place, strutting around in their gangs, glaring at people. We have tried to remonstrate with them about the parking, but they just continue, oblivious, or more than likely, deliberately ignorant to the resentment they are causing. And they wonder why the English are close to breaking point. Withnail And I, Camden Town
Worry not, Withnail. Soon the peacable and hitherto patient English will rise once more and claim that land which is rightfully theirs, selfishly taken away by strutting, glaring youths. And on that great day, tiny banners will be affixed to car aerials, every church will resound to the notes of Parry's Jerusalem, and non-white people across the land will go back to the countries whence they came (because they liked it so much, they went there). And never again will the oppressed English minority feel the scourge of cars being parked in the incorrect parking spaces by dark-skinned folk. And Withnail and I will be king, and all will bow to him. That, I think, is the Dream that we all share. Vote Conservative.
And finally:
There's an old saying: "Good fences make good neighbours." It's quite true, too. Now let's a build a MASSIVE fence around the British coast. I want my country back, England, United Kingdom
... and put you outside it.
In fact many people probably don't even speak the same language as their neighbours. It feels like this country has turned into the hotel of the world - a place where people come to stay but nobody really thinks of it as their home. Bruce Mcaaw, Grantham
World's smallest violin, Bruce. World's smallest violin.
"Love thy neighbour"--this term has no substance to it, no morality. When thy neighbour could be a peodophile or a vicious criminal that just got bail because the justice system is a joke and the prisons are overcrowded. Cocker Mcklongballs, Falkirk, United Kingdom
Hilarious name, Cocker. If I were living next to you, I'd be worried too. Next, a heart-rending tale of woe by D.F. King.
I love my neighbours since we moved out of the inner-city terrace where - on both sides - we had prayer sessions, shouting, bedrooms filled with kids running about unsupervised and knocking on the walls until all hours, the mosque at the end of the street blasting out a tinny racket, cars triple parking or just abandoned where they stopped, and generally nothing we could relate to or want to be a part of. Is this incorrect of me? I like neighbours who don't cause me grief. D.F. King, Leicester
Damn those darkies and their stupid, inconsiderate places of worship. I bet it's just like Iraq in Leicester, isn't it? Cars triple-parking everywhere and unsupervised play by under-tens. Heinous.
I would love to get on with my neighbours, but none of them speak English and do not mix with the English, but stay with their own kind in some kind of parallel city. Mary Murphy, Greater Manchester
Yeah, take me down to the parallel city, where the grass is green(er) and Mary Murphy mixes with her 'kind' and not those non-English scum. Take me down.
Next, a truly frightening man:
If neighbours are living in ever closer proximity with thousands of others in an ever more frenetic existence they are increasingly likely to fight. We are hopelessly overcrowded. For a more peaceable future we need to plan how we are going to reduce our population. Cobbett Rides Again, Malvern, United Kingdom
Reduce the population? Er... OK. I bet every night is Kristallnacht round Cobbett's place.
What's the point of loving thy neighbour when they could burgle you house, steal your car, assault your family (all done whilst claiming benefits your tax pounds pay for); then get put on probation for a month? This is a very poorly country, and it's going to take a very right wing party to put it back on track. L. Evans, Birmingham, United Kingdom
That was a party political broadcast on behalf of the BNP. Now, sports.
We are surrounded by immigrants, who selfishly believe they have the right to park to take up every parking space in the street. It's as if they think they own the place, strutting around in their gangs, glaring at people. We have tried to remonstrate with them about the parking, but they just continue, oblivious, or more than likely, deliberately ignorant to the resentment they are causing. And they wonder why the English are close to breaking point. Withnail And I, Camden Town
Worry not, Withnail. Soon the peacable and hitherto patient English will rise once more and claim that land which is rightfully theirs, selfishly taken away by strutting, glaring youths. And on that great day, tiny banners will be affixed to car aerials, every church will resound to the notes of Parry's Jerusalem, and non-white people across the land will go back to the countries whence they came (because they liked it so much, they went there). And never again will the oppressed English minority feel the scourge of cars being parked in the incorrect parking spaces by dark-skinned folk. And Withnail and I will be king, and all will bow to him. That, I think, is the Dream that we all share. Vote Conservative.
And finally:
There's an old saying: "Good fences make good neighbours." It's quite true, too. Now let's a build a MASSIVE fence around the British coast. I want my country back, England, United Kingdom
... and put you outside it.