It's the mid 21st century and the country's yo-yo diet of boom and bust has led to an economic crisis so severe that the 20% of the population who still cared enough to vote have successfully managed to elect the BNP.
King William has reluctantly invited the ageing Nick Griffin to form a new Parliament. Let's jump to the first cabinet meeting. The Prime Minister is surrounded by a gang of identikit bowling-ball skinheads. The first item on the agenda is the deepening economic crisis. Prime Minister Nick wants some opinions so he asks - what are we going to do about it?
The question is a tricky one because it can't be easily framed in the language of immigration. As the PM looks round the room, his new ministers avoid his gaze.
Fortunately he has devised a brainstorming techniques for such an occasion. A young perfect aryan-style blonde personal assistant places play on a CD and it's time for pass the parcel with political hot potatoes. Griffin's favourite English fold, long disavowed by it's creators, blares out whilst then ministers pass a dud grenade from one to another. The PA presses pause and the holder has to keep the grenade. All eyes are upon him. How would he save the country?
Eventually an answer forms on his lips and he ventures forth.
'Can't we just print some more money?'
The problem comes when you hear what the BNP do plan when they might come close to power. The following material is drawn from the March 2010 edition of The Teacher, the monthly magazine of the National Union of Teachers.
Nick Lowles of Hope Not Hate described some of the plans made by the BNP opposition group in Barking Council in their alternative budget. Lowlights include
* Cancel all multi-cultural activities, and (illegally) not plan for redundancy payments
* Teach students with English as a second language in separate schools
* House vulnerable families in caravan sites
* Send children in care to boarding schools
* End all foster placements of children in the borough
It just gets scarier as the list goes on, doesn't it?
BNP - no laughing matter
