Now then, lovely boy. CHANGE GENDAAAAH!
MOVE YOURSELF, MOVE YOURSELF!!!!
I has never seen such a display of blatant poofery.
Battery Sergeant Major Williams, It Ain’t Half Hot, Mum.
My London correspondent has been providing me with a veritable river of information from the old homeland, but it is a watercourse blighted with toxins. Much as this newsfeed is appreciated – my friend is a journalist – I find myself turning to YouTube for an antidote and reliving some of the classic English comedy from the 1970s, before the British Left began to ban humour unless it was ticked by the green pen of the new Lord Chancellors, the ones with nose rings and flesh tunnels. In other words, humour is fine now in the UK as long as it is not funny. ‘Funny’ will offend someone, somewhere. Watch this if you doubt me.
This postcard may be utterly untelligible to any but the few English readers of around my generation, but it concerns a particular programme which aired from 1974 to 1981, and I think had at least six series. This will give a flavour.
My father and I loved it. My father had been in the army of occupation, in Austria in 1945 – ‘sweeping up after Adolf’, as he put it - and recognised the portrayal of the Sergeant Major in the series, which is set mostly in Burma, also in 1945.
The premise of the series is that a small squadron of soldiers are part of a concert party to entertain the troops. However, their nemesis, Battery Sergeant Major Williams, is constantly threatening them with posting to the dangerous battle lines in the jungle. Why?
Because he is blatantly homophobic.
And that, gentle reader, is what propels the humour from the very first episode. In the opening credits, he is standing watching the made-up and effeminate soldiers under his command prancing about on stage. You can clearly see him mouth the word ‘poofs!’. The word ‘poof’ makes a regular occurrence in the series, and homosexuals are ridiculed throughout. Imagine the Leftist response now.
There are also Indians – although at least one actor is a blacked-up white man – who bob their heads about and speak in an absurd – and hilarious – Raj accent. That, again, would cause the average SJW – who finds Russell Brand and his crudity hilarious, in a sneering and brainless way – would shit their designer panties.
An initial point. Imagine that the series had never been made, and just today, an aspiring young TV writer pitched it to the BBC or similar. Obviously, the series would be turned down with utter contempt. But I believe something else would happen.
I believe the writer would be reported to the police.
This is the way that the UK is heading, at breakneck speed. It will not end well.
A second observation. If you watch an episode – and non-Brits will need to in order to understand this whole postcard – you will see something quite amazing. While the Sergeant Major endeavours to introduce an element of masculinity into his soldiers – who are often quite brave in the series – today’s army is doing precisely the opposite.
The British army is being progressively weakened by deliberately being infiltrated by an ideology that promotes women, homosexuals, and transgender ill people as potential soldiers.
Meanwhile, a real army is marching steadily into Europe.
To the politicians who promote this perverse and malevolent treason, I say…