Dacorum Borough Council Cancels VE Day: A Spineless Surrender to Woke Nonsense

In a move that defies logic, decency, and any semblance of historical gratitude, Dacorum Borough Council, under the control of the Liberal Democrats, has axed this year’s VE Day celebration, branding it—wait for it—“too elitist.” Yes, you read that correctly. A day meant to honour the triumph over tyranny, the sacrifices of millions, and the hard-won peace of 1945 has been scrapped because, apparently, it doesn’t vibe with the council’s obsession with pandering to the perpetually offended. This isn’t just a misstep; it’s a gutless betrayal of our shared heritage, and Dacorum Borough Council should be ashamed.

 

Let’s unpack this idiocy. VE Day—Victory in Europe Day—marks the moment when Nazi Germany surrendered, ending years of bloodshed, oppression, and genocide in Europe. It’s not a jingoistic flex or a private club for toffs in top hats. It’s a collective sigh of relief, a tribute to the ordinary men and women—soldiers, factory workers, nurses, and families—who endured unimaginable hardship to secure the freedoms we take for granted. The Liberal Democrat-led council’s claim that it’s “elitist” is so detached from reality it’s almost performance art. Who’s the elite here? The veterans who stormed Normandy or the councillors sipping lattes while cancelling history?

 

What’s next—binning Remembrance Day because poppies hurt someone’s feelings? Dacorum Borough Council hasn’t even bothered to explain what “elitist” means in this context. Is it the bunting? The brass bands? The audacity of celebrating a victory over fascism? No, this is just the latest spasm of woke cowardice, where anything that smells faintly of tradition gets torched on the altar of inclusivity. Never mind that VE Day belongs to everyone—rich, poor, young, old, from every corner of the nation. The Liberal Democrats have decided it’s a posh relic, unfit for the enlightened utopia they’re apparently building.

 

And let’s talk about the timing. We’re in 2025, 80 years after VE Day itself, a milestone that should’ve been a chance to reflect, educate, and unite. Instead, Dacorum Borough Council’s handed us a masterclass in division, signalling that honouring the past is somehow oppressive. What message does this send to the dwindling number of veterans still with us? “Sorry, grandad, your sacrifice is cancelled—too exclusive.” It’s a slap in the face to every family with a story of loss or resilience from that era, which is to say, almost all of us.

 

The real elitism here is the council’s arrogance. The Liberal Democrats have appointed themselves arbiters of what’s morally acceptable, dismissing the public’s right to commemorate a defining moment in history. Did they consult anyone? Poll the residents? Of course not—why bother when you’re this smug? This isn’t about inclusivity; it’s about control. They’d rather virtue-signal to a tiny clique of complainers than risk the imagined backlash of a few Twitter whiners. Meanwhile, the rest of us—normal people who’d happily raise a glass to 1945—are left scratching our heads at this self-inflicted farce.

 

Dacorum Borough Council could’ve used VE Day to bring people together. A street party, a history talk, a nod to the diverse Allied forces—there were a thousand ways to make it meaningful. Instead, they’ve chosen erasure, proving they’re more interested in dodging controversy than leading a community. It’s spineless, it’s shortsighted, and it’s an insult to the very freedoms those wartime heroes fought for.

 

So here’s a suggestion: reverse this asinine decision. Reinstate the celebration, apologise to the public, and let us honour VE Day properly. If the Liberal Democrat-controlled Dacorum Borough Council won’t, then we should do it ourselves—because no amount of bureaucratic hand-wringing can cancel history. The people deserve better than this pathetic surrender to nonsense. Shame on you, councillors. Shame on you.

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Don't Fly With Me - The Net Zero Zealots: A First-Class Hypocrisy

Caroline Lucas, the Green Party’s perennial scold, has taken to Twitter—or whatever we’re calling it these days—to demand a halt to Luton Airport’s expansion. Her reasoning? People shouldn’t be jetting off abroad for holidays; they should keep their hard-earned cash in Britain’s soggy confines instead. Not to be outdone, the chair of the Climate Change Committee has chimed in, declaring that the rich—those dastardly one-percentres—should be banned from flying off on their luxurious getaways altogether. The message is clear: the skies are for the virtuous, not the vulgar.

 

This is the latest salvo in the war on common sense waged by Britain’s Net Zero zealots—a crusade so steeped in sanctimony it could make a saint blush. Let’s unpack this, shall we? The idea that halting an airport expansion will somehow save the planet is laughable when you consider the global reality. Aviation accounts for roughly 2% of global CO2 emissions, a fraction dwarfed by industrial behemoths like manufacturing or shipping. Luton Airport isn’t exactly the linchpin of climate catastrophe—it’s a modest hub for budget airlines ferrying sunburnt Brits to Málaga, not a private jet playground for oligarchs. But why let facts spoil a good moral panic?

 

Lucas’s prescription—stay home, spend local— reeks of the kind of parochialism that would’ve made medieval peasants nod in approval. Never mind that tourism abroad supports millions of livelihoods in poorer nations, or that cultural exchange might just broaden the horizons of a nation increasingly obsessed with its own navel. No, the Net Zero faithful would rather we all hunker down in Skegness, clutching our pounds and shivering under a grey sky, than dare to seek a week of sunshine. It’s austerity dressed up as altruism.

 

And then there’s the Climate Committee chair’s class-war twist: the rich shouldn’t fly. It’s a deliciously populist soundbite, dripping with envy and righteous fury. But peel back the rhetoric, and the irony shines brighter than a Mediterranean sun. Who, exactly, gets to define “rich”? And who, pray tell, will still be soaring above the clouds when the plebs are grounded? Here’s a hint: it won’t be you or me. It’ll be the politicians, the NGOs, the climate conference jet-setters, and—naturally—the virtue-signalling celebrities who preach carbon penance while posing for selfies at 30,000 feet.

 

Picture it: Caroline Lucas, fresh from a taxpayer-funded jaunt to some urgent climate summit, tutting at a nurse who saved up for a Ryanair flight to Alicante. Or the chair of the Climate Committee, sipping champagne at a gala, nodding approvingly as Taylor Swift’s private jet touches down for her next “sustainable” tour. The Net Zero elite don’t want to end flying—they want to monopolise it. The skies, it seems, are reserved for those who can afford the hypocrisy.

 

This isn’t about saving the planet; it’s about control. It’s about shaming ordinary people out of small joys while the anointed few jet off to Davos or COP-whatever-number-we’re-on-now. The zealots peddle a vision of sacrifice that conveniently exempts themselves, a moral high ground built on the backs of everyone else’s grounded dreams. If they truly cared about emissions, they’d target the real culprits—industrial polluters, not holidaymakers—but that wouldn’t make for such a snappy tweet.

 

So, let’s call it what it is: a power grab wrapped in green dogma. Luton Airport’s expansion isn’t the end of the world, but the Net Zero zealots’ hypocrisy just might be the end of reason. Next time you’re dreaming of a cheap flight to somewhere warm, remember: the only ones allowed to take off are the ones telling you to stay put. Isn’t that a gas? Or, rather, a sustainably sourced biofuel?

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The Folly of Norwood Primary: Banning Easter in the Name of "Inclusivity" is a Cultural Gut Punch

In a move that reeks of cowardice masquerading as virtue, Norwood Primary School in Eastleigh, Hampshire, has axed its annual Easter celebrations—both the Easter Bonnet Parade and the Easter Service—under the flimsy pretence of "respecting diverse religious beliefs." Headteacher Stephanie Mander, in a letter dripping with sanctimonious platitudes, claims this decision fosters "a more inclusive atmosphere that honours and respects the beliefs of all our children and their families." But let’s call this what it is: a spineless capitulation that doesn’t unite—it obliterates. Far from inclusivity, this is exclusion dressed up in progressive jargon, a deliberate erasure of a cornerstone of British heritage that leaves Christian traditions—and the families who cherish them—out in the cold.

 

Easter isn’t just some quaint school event; it’s a cultural and historical touchstone, woven into the fabric of the UK’s identity. For centuries, it’s marked the Christian celebration of resurrection and renewal, a season of reflection and community that transcends mere religion to shape national customs—think hot cross buns, egg hunts, and, yes, bonnet parades. Norwood’s decision doesn’t "honour" diversity; it stomps on a tradition that’s been a shared joy for generations, all to avoid the imagined offence of a nebulous "other." If inclusivity were the real goal, why not expand the calendar to celebrate Eid, Diwali, and Easter alike? Instead, Mander opts for subtraction, not addition—cancelling rather than creating.

 

The hypocrisy is glaring. Norwood’s own website boasts a "Respect for other faiths and beliefs" page, proudly declaring that "important celebrations in the lives of our children and school community are marked and celebrated together," including Eid, Diwali, Christmas, and Easter. So what changed? Did Easter suddenly become less worthy of respect? Or did the school buckle under the pressure of a hyper-sensitive cultural climate that equates neutrality with virtue? Mander’s letter offers a clue: the school will replace Easter with "Refugee Week" in June, as part of a bid to become an "accredited School of Sanctuary." Noble as that sounds, it’s a bait-and-switch—swapping a deeply rooted religious and cultural event for a secular cause du jour. 

 

Inclusivity, it seems, only applies when it’s politically fashionable.

 

Critics online have rightly skewered this move. One X post nailed it: "This isn’t inclusivity if you’re cancelling Christian traditions and then favouring others." Another asked, "Why not celebrate them all, rather than cutting out the actual religion of the UK?" 

 

The backlash isn’t just noise—it’s a howl of frustration from a community watching its heritage dismantled under the guise of progress. And the fear is real: if Easter’s expendable, what’s next—Christmas? The school’s vague promise to "explore alternative ways to celebrate the season in future years" rings hollow when they’ve already torched the traditions people loved.

 

Mander’s defence—that this aligns with "values of inclusivity and respect for diversity"—collapses under scrutiny. True inclusivity doesn’t erase one group’s identity to appease another; it builds a bigger table. By scrapping Easter, Norwood isn’t respecting diversity—it’s signalling that some beliefs are more equal than others. The message to Christian families is clear: your traditions don’t matter as much as our agenda. And let’s not kid ourselves—this isn’t about the kids. It’s about adults chasing brownie points in a cultural game where "tolerance" means silencing anything that might ruffle feathers.

 

The irony? 

 

This isn’t even bold. It’s the path of least resistance, a lazy shortcut to avoid hard conversations about balancing heritage and diversity. Real leadership would’ve found a way to honour Easter and embrace other faiths, not pit them against each other in a zero-sum game. Instead, Norwood’s handed us a masterclass in how to alienate a community while pretending to unite it. If this is inclusivity, it’s a hollow, brittle version—one that sacrifices history, joy, and identity on the altar of fleeting approval. Shame on Norwood Primary for thinking a ban could ever build a bridge.

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The NHS Weigh-In Fiasco: Starmer’s Million-Pound Nanny State Nonsense

In a move that reeks of bureaucratic overreach and fiscal insanity, Keir Starmer’s government has unveiled its latest brainchild: spending millions of NHS pounds to send out annual invites for Brits to step on a scale. Yes, you read that right—millions of taxpayer pounds to remind us to do something we’ve all been capable of since we could stand upright. Is this the bold new vision for Britain’s healthcare system? If so, we’re in deeper trouble than we thought.

 

Let’s break this down to its absurd core. The NHS, already creaking under the weight of endless waiting lists, staffing shortages, and crumbling infrastructure, apparently has cash to burn on a glorified mass mailing campaign. 

 

The plan? 

 

To nag every adult in the country to get weighed once a year, as if we’re all too dim to notice our trousers don’t fit. Last I checked, scales aren’t exactly rare artefacts. You can pick one up for a tenner at Argos, and most of us have a dusty set lurking in the bathroom, quietly judging us already. So why, pray tell, does the government think it’s worth millions to post us a polite nudge?

 

This isn’t about health—it’s about control. Starmer’s Labour seems hell-bent on turning the NHS into the nation’s nanny, spoon-feeding us basic life advice while ignoring the real crises. Cancer patients are waiting months for treatment, A&E departments look like war zones, and GPs are rarer than hen’s teeth. Yet here we are, funnelling precious resources into a scheme that assumes we’re all too lazy or stupid to monitor our own waistlines. 

 

It’s insulting, it’s wasteful, and it’s a slap in the face to every taxpayer propping up this beleaguered system.

 

The numbers don’t lie, but they do make you weep. Millions of pounds for paper invites, printing, postage, and whatever bloated administrative machine will inevitably spring up to “manage” this farce. 

 

For what? 

 

A marginal uptick in people stepping on scales they already own? 

 

Meanwhile, the NHS could’ve spent that money on, say, hiring more nurses, fixing leaky hospital roofs, or buying equipment that doesn’t belong in a museum. Instead, we get this—a patronising, pointless exercise in government busy bodying.

 

And let’s not pretend this is some grand public health triumph. Obesity’s a problem, sure, but it’s not like we’re all sitting around clueless, waiting for a government-issued hall pass to weigh ourselves. The data’s out there: we know the risks, we know the stats, and we’ve got the tools. What we don’t have is a government with the guts to tackle the NHS’s real issues instead of chasing headlines with gimmicks. This isn’t leadership; it’s a distraction.

 

Starmer’s defenders might bleat about prevention being cheaper than cure. Fine—except this isn’t prevention. It’s a redundant memo to people who already know the score. If the government really cared about our health, they’d fix the systemic rot that keeps the NHS on life support, not waste millions on a glorified Post-it note. We’re not children, and we don’t need a babysitter with a stethoscope.

 

So here’s the bottom line: this weigh-in scheme is a colossal waste of time, money, and trust. It’s the kind of policy that makes you wonder if anyone in Whitehall has a shred of common sense left. We’ve all got scales, Keir. What we don’t have is a government that knows how to spend our money wisely. Stop treating us like idiots and start fixing what’s actually broken.

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The RAF’s DEI Disaster: How Virtue Signalling Grounded Britain’s Defences

The Royal Air Force (RAF) is facing a crisis of its own making, and the British government deserves equal blame. A pilot shortage, now threatening national security, has been exacerbated by ill-conceived Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion (DEI) policies that prioritised ideology over competence. This isn’t just incompetence—it’s a betrayal of the public’s trust, a reckless gamble with the nation’s safety, and a case study in how dogma can cripple even the most critical institutions. The RAF and the government must answer for this debacle, and the evidence is damning.

 

A Recruitment Fiasco Rooted in Ideology

In 2020 and 2021, the RAF, under pressure to meet ambitious diversity targets—40% female and 20% ethnic minority recruits—implemented recruitment practices that an internal inquiry later deemed unlawful. Leaked emails, exposed by Sky News in 2023, revealed a chilling reality: white male applicants were sidelined, derided as “useless white male pilots,” while female and ethnic minority candidates were fast-tracked into training slots, sometimes bypassing essential fitness tests. 

 

The result? 

 

Selection boards of solely white men were cancelled, and 31 rejected applicants—experienced, qualified white males—were left waiting, only to be offered £5,000 each in compensation years later for the delays they endured.

 

This wasn’t about broadening talent pools or reflecting society, as the RAF’s glossy PR might claim. It was positive discrimination—illegal under the Equality Act 2010—and it backfired spectacularly. The inquiry, prompted by the resignation of Group Captain Elizabeth Nicholl, the former head of recruitment, confirmed that these policies breached equality laws. Nicholl quit rather than enforce what she called an “unlawful order” to halt white male recruitment, exposing a leadership more concerned with optics than operational readiness. Air Vice-Marshal Maria Byford, chief of staff for personnel, admitted to slowing recruitment because diversity targets weren’t being met—effectively holding Britain’s air defences hostage to a quota system.

 

The Fallout: A Crippled Air Force

Fast forward to March 2025, and the chickens have come home to roost. Posts on X from users like

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highlight a grim reality: the RAF is scrambling to fill pilot shortages by revisiting applications from the very white men it once dismissed. The irony is bitter—after years of preaching inclusion, the RAF now finds itself begging for the talent it scorned. Exact figures on the shortage remain murky, as the Ministry of Defence (MoD) guards such data jealously, but the RAF’s own actions speak volumes. If the force were adequately staffed, it wouldn’t be grovelling for recruits it previously deemed expendable.

 

This isn’t a minor hiccup. Pilots aren’t trained overnight—fast jet training alone takes years, and the RAF’s operational capacity relies on a steady pipeline of skilled aviators. Typhoon and F-35 squadrons, critical to deterring threats from Russia or China, can’t function on goodwill and diversity slogans. The 2022 Guardian report defending the RAF’s diversity push—claiming “no standards will be lowered”—rings hollow when the evidence shows standards were circumvented, not upheld. Meanwhile, the MoD’s insistence on “maintaining a laser focus” on operations feels like a desperate spin on a self-inflicted wound.

 

Government Complicity: A Failure of Leadership

The blame doesn’t stop with the RAF. This disaster unfolded under successive governments that either championed or failed to curb the DEI obsession infiltrating the armed forces. The Labour government’s 2024 rhetoric about strengthening defence—bolstered by VAT on private school fees to fund state education—looks laughable when its ideological bedfellows in the RAF have kneecapped pilot recruitment. And the Conservatives, who presided over the initial diversity push, have their own fingerprints on this mess. Defence Secretary Ben Wallace called it a “significant error” in 2023, but where was the oversight when these policies were greenlit? The buck stops with a political class too enamoured with progressive platitudes to prioritise national security.

 

Prime Minister Keir Starmer’s defence commitments—touted as a pillar of his administration—are now under scrutiny. How can Britain project power or deter aggression when its air force is grounded by a shortage of pilots? The government’s silence on the RAF’s about-face is deafening, suggesting either ignorance or cowardice. Neither inspires confidence.

 

The Cost of DEI Dogma

The RAF’s DEI experiment isn’t just a legal failure—it’s a strategic one. Diversity can enhance a force when it’s built on merit, not mandates. But when quotas trump qualifications, you don’t get a stronger military—you get a hollowed-out shell. The 161 ethnic minority and female recruits “pulled forward” into training between 2020 and 2021 may have ticked boxes, but at what cost? Did they all meet the rigorous standards required to fly combat aircraft, or were corners cut to appease diversity tzars? The inquiry’s finding that senior leaders “pushed the boundaries” of positive action—crossing into illegality—suggests the latter.

 

This isn’t about denying opportunities to women or minorities; it’s about ensuring the best candidates, regardless of identity, defend Britain’s skies. The RAF’s own data from 2021 boasted 20% female and 10% ethnic minority recruits—progress by any measure—yet the obsession with hitting higher targets led to discarding talent in the name of ideology. The result is a pilot corps stretched thin, with morale likely cratering among those who watched qualified peers rejected for their skin colour or gender.

 

A Reckoning Overdue

The RAF and the government owe the public an apology—and action. Scrap the DEI policies that turned recruitment into a social experiment. Reinstate merit as the sole criterion for selection, and fast-track the training of every qualified applicant, regardless of demographics. The £5,000 payouts to wronged recruits are a start, but they’re a Band-Aid on a gaping wound. Heads should roll—starting with the architects of this fiasco, from RAF brass to MoD bureaucrats who signed off on it.

 

Britain’s enemies don’t care about diversity stats—they care about capability. Every day the RAF flounders, that capability erodes. The government must wake up to the stakes: this isn’t a culture war sideshow; it’s a matter of survival. If Starmer wants to be taken seriously on defence, he’ll ditch the woke playbook and rebuild an air force that can actually fly. Anything less is a dereliction of duty.

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