Intersectionality Chickens Home to Roost

BY GARY MCGHEE Cluck, cluck. An almighty furore has developed between Muslim primary school protesters and Local Labour MP Jess Foghorn Phillips. If you didn’t know already she has ordered an exclusion zone be put around the school to prevent the demonstration from being outside the school. Meanwhile LGBT groups are also demonstrating about the right of gay relationships to be taught in schools, though … Continue reading Intersectionality Chickens Home to Roost

Decommission The Electoral Commission

BY GARY MCGHEE The Electoral Commission is both biased and pernicious. It is stuffed with Remainers who are clearly out to get Brexiteers, as evidenced by the vile persecution of Darren Grimes. Further clear evidence of this bias is outlined here by Jacob Rees Mogg. The occupation by Electoral Commission officers in the Brexit Party offices for SEVEN HOURS on the eve of the European … Continue reading Decommission The Electoral Commission

The Class Ceiling

BY GARY MCGHEE Mind your heads oiks, the Class Ceiling has lowered. Some ‘Arts Report’ produced by research Sociologists at Edinburgh University looking into the under-representation of groups in the Arts/Media was knocked out recently and titled ‘Where are the working class people?’ (We’re where we’ve been for a long time, Ophelia darling, at the back of the queue for the plum jobs and opportunities.) … Continue reading The Class Ceiling

The Elephant in the Women’s Room

BY GARY MCGHEE Deary, deary, me. 3rd wave ‘radical feminism’ is getting itself into a terrible pickle over this Transgender malarkey. Entertaining though it is from a feet-up, popcorn munching vantage point, it appears that it has got itself bogged down in a load of gender identity tit-for-tat with men in tasteless frocks, bad wigs and inconvenient dangly bits. To be or not to be … Continue reading The Elephant in the Women’s Room

Not the Only Gays in the Village

BY GARY MCGHEE It was three years ago when his nibs and I finally made the plunge. We’d talked about it, planned it, yearned for it and viewed property hither and thither. Then the day finally came when the financial ducks were all lined up in a pretty little row, ready to be shot at. So, we actually left the big shitty forever, and moved … Continue reading Not the Only Gays in the Village