When Nato has its own Gender Advisor, you know wokery has won
LAST Tuesday the British Army halted ‘all non-essential and non-operational activity’ for the six hours between 10am and 4pm. This was ‘to consider and reflect on the British Army’s current culture and approach to inclusion and to set out how it will seek to improve both’. Thinking this might be a spoof, I checked with the Defence Ministry who readily confirmed it.
I have not yet been able to get much information on how this went, though I am told that a fair few serving solders of the more old-fashioned type were more than a little embarrassed.
Likewise, you may have thought of Nato, as I once did, as a stern conservative military alliance, guarding the world against armed Communism. So it was, and I recall very well the bleak barracks and bases on the German plain which kept us safe from the USSR. But did you know that Nato now has an ‘Office of the Gender Advisor’, just as MI6 flies the Rainbow Flag of the LGBTQ movement?
Current efforts to get us all to like Ukraine (in reality a fiercely nationalist country with a macho culture not unlike Russia’s) involve staged pictures of female soldiers in snowy trenches.
Nato is, in fact, the army of the sexual revolution, as it showed in its failed mission in Afghanistan.
Ever since the Blair creature ushered a fake crowd into Downing Street in 1997, Labour activists waving Union Jacks they despised, people have been manipulating genuine patriots into accepting or even supporting changes they would once have loathed. The amazing thing is that it has worked.
Almost nothing is now what you think it is, or what it used to be. The school to which you happily send your children is in many cases a propaganda college, in which they are taught the new creed of equality and diversity.
Sometimes it goes further. I wonder just how exceptional Welbeck Primary School in Nottinghamshire actually is. There, teachers have been accused of pushing anti-Tory propaganda down the throats of ten-year-olds.
The police enforce the desires of feminism and political correctness, responding ineffectively to crime and disorder only when they absolutely have to. The most senior officer in the country, the wildly woke Commissioner Cressida Dick, has finally gone after a long catalogue of failure and worse.
But she has gone not because she was useless, but because she was not woke enough.
In the prisons, the law is openly broken and punishment is dealt out by the inmates to each other.
The Labour Party is the party of the radical middle class. So is the Tory Party. So are the Liberal Democrats. And the BBC is rapidly becoming a form of thought police (though, for the moment, it seems to have suspended its investigation of me).
Yet all these things continue to look much as they did. Union Jacks are displayed, the Crown of St Edward, symbol of Royal authority, appears on cap badges and coats of arms. The uniforms and the buildings look roughly the same. But what goes on inside and behind them is utterly different.