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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