Of storm trooper street thugs, Jefferson enobled and leaflet cock-ups (again)

The 'establishment’s storm trooper street thugs' terrify Debra Kent

Cowardice seems to be spreading through the ranks of the BNP locally. First we had Lord Clive Jefferson running away from a newspaper-sponsored web-chat for fear that he would be asked awkward questions relating to his extremely dodgy past (and present), then Debra Kent, a lady (allegedly), running away from a confrontation with the opposition in the form of a small demo outside a venue where a hustings was being held in Fleetwood on Monday evening.

If the BNP website is to be believed (and it isn't) the demo was set to be the beginning of World War Three, and Debs was right to fear the demonstrators. With its usual mixture of over the top rhetoric and lies, it made the demo sound so frightening that even we were terrified to attend.

'Labour and Tory-supported UAF storm troopers...in Blackpool threatened so much violence that police were forced to call a female British National Party candidate out of concerns for her safety...in Blackpool, BNP candidate Debra Kent withdrew from a hustings...after the UAF announced its intention to attack that meeting as well.'

James Clayton, Deb's dopey partner and the BNP's Blackpool organiser, leapt to her defence - in print, at least.

'Given that Debra is a lady and also my girlfriend I am not prepared to risk her being assaulted.'

By which we assume that if she was neither a 'lady' nor his 'girlfriend', he really wouldn't give a toss. But the BNP hasn't finished yet. The article continues thus;

'Miss Kent told BNP News that a number of threats had been against her personally on UAF forums and blogs...“The police finally called me up, concerned for my safety and asked if I was going to attend the hustings,” Miss Kent said. “The threat of violence had reached such levels that the police felt driven to intervene.”'

And finishes by describing the demonstrators as

'the establishment’s storm trooper street thugs.'

Here's a challenge for Debs, if she's looking in. Provide us with the name of the officer who rang you up with concerns about your safety, so we can check that it happened, or provide us with a single threat posted on a UAF forum or blog. We know you can't because you're a liar and your party is full of shit. And given the demonstrators - at most twenty, at least two of whom were disabled, and four kids - we find all your bullshit about threats of violence and comments about street thugs both laughable and contemptuous. Oh, and we spotted the BNP car hidden around the corner, just in case you thought we'd missed it.

Face it, Debs, just like Clive Jefferson, you're a coward. Talking of whom...

There are three tiers of councillors in this country. Parish or town councillors, city or borough councillors and county councillors. City and county councillors have to be elected and receive payment in the form of an overall allowance or some form of attendance allowance. Parish councillors are frequently unelected, walking into the job because nobody else wants to do it. Parish councillors have no real power, which might explain why nobody wants to do the job.

But there's another difference between parish councillors and the others - they do not refer to themselves as Councillor Whatever, except for magalomaniac idiots like Clive Jefferson who, having reached the giddy height of parish councillor for Broughton Community Council in Cumbria, titled one of his posts 'Cllr Jefferson' in celebration. Sad or what?

And that brings us along nicely to Mr Jefferson's latest disaster.

Apparently, countless thousands of election leaflets are sitting in a warehouse somewhere which still have 'Insert candidates name' and 'Insert place name' printed on them because the moronic Jefferson, it is alleged, didn't realise that the files hadn't been completed before having them printed up.

Jefferson is now blaming 'Lady' James Clayton for this latest leaflet fiasco.

It's great to see the BNP operating with its usual efficiency. God help us all if they ever get given the country to run.