“Chris Packham’s joy as…”
Was there ever a phrase in the English language more indicative of the fact that whatever follows is certainly going to be a very bad thing rather than a very good thing?
And so it is with this story.
Packham, the joyless, dead-eyed, animal rights campaigner is happy because a 200-year old hunt, the Atherstone Hunt, has been bullied into extinction after six years of confrontations with hunt saboteurs.
I’m aware, of course, that some of you don’t like fox-hunting.
But there’s a difference between being disapproving of or being squeamish about field sports — and gloating when the anti-countryside life fascist equivalent of Antifa uses thuggery and bullying and disruption to close those activities down.
One of the glories of having been born British is – or used to be – that we live in a free country, where we tolerate one another’s eccentricities whether they involve Morris dancing, wife-swapping, football or riding to hounds.
BBC-licensed puritans like Packham are killing this.
I am very sorry to see the Atherstone Hunt go. Sorry, too, that I never went out with them, because they’re only just up the road from where I live.
Britain is being ruined, bit by bit, and at an accelerating rate by politically correct ideologues and SJW boot boys while a complacent mainstream media looks on nervously, afraid to take a stand in case the snowflakes among its readership disapprove.