“These are Worrying Times for My Generation”

 Pride Day has just passed in my hometown of Hull. Pride flags were publicly displayed, replacing Union flags; countless posters were plastered on shop windows and adverts invaded social media feeds. One could not miss that the event was approaching. Fortunately, away in Stockport watching football, I escaped the parade of men in dresses; their giveaway cock and balls openly dangling between their legs. This came weeks into Pride Month, a fleeting four weeks dedicated to the LGBTQwerty community. Pride awareness, however, does not stop there. There are more upcoming events in a local town around Hull: the Pride of Beverley, which is also hosting a Dog Walk of Pride – hold me back. It is evident this community is always in the limelight. What for though? Scaring children, exploiting women and playing fancy dress?

In other news, people took to the streets in Birmingham on August 14th to celebrate Pakistan Independence Day. The council put on big parades, turned their library into a giant Pakistani flag and lit up the building in green and white. Around the city streets, they were taking Union and St George’s flags down, which locals had attached to lampposts in preparation for VJ Day (Victory over Japan) the following day.

While the virtue-signalling is rammed down our throats, scant attention is actually paid to celebrations which recognise Britain’s success as a country. With a lack of prior advertising, I only found out about the 80th anniversary of VJ Day on the day of the event while reading the Telegraph. Street parades were not organised, Union flags were sparse and there were no public displays. Shops, cafés, restaurants and pubs did not have an armed forces’ theme. It was just like a normal day....<<<Read More>>>...