As Carl Benjamin recently asked, just what sort of person goes to Glastonbury? The answer is: the same type of people who went to the Nuremberg rallies, to likewise chant their performative hatred for Jews. Middle-class, middle-aged, white, university-educated (contrary to the ‘blue-collar thugs’ imagery, nearly 40 per cent of Nazi members were university-educated) and female (women were over-represented in the Nazi ranks, compared to other political parties).
To damn them with faint praise, the Nazis at least had the dubious distinction of really believing the hateful bullshit they spouted. The preening wankers of Glastonbury don’t even have that poor excuse. They are, after all, the very people who have benefited most from the Western liberal democracy they so profess to hate.
Case in point: the fatuous bint who used her phone to livestream Kneecap’s entire performance. Helen Wilson, a late-middle-age ‘vegan chef and yoga teacher’. These are the useful idiots of genocidal Islam.
If the Church of England is the Conservative Party at prayer, then Glastonbury is the Church of Woke at play. Can there be a more concentrated form of hyper-liberalism anywhere else on the planet?
Not to mention suicidal virtue-signalling. Should ‘Helen from Wales’ ever met her precious ‘Gazans’, the best she could hope for would be to be repeatedly raped. Many Jewish women were subjected to far, far, worse at the hands of the ‘Palestinian’ savages the Helen Wilsons of Glastonbury so idolise.
When the Edward Gibbon of the Decline and Fall of the West appears, in around the 29th century, he’ll include a chapter on Glastonbury. It was when Western civilisation gave up, seeing its enemies as more deserving of support.
With two Jewish leaders fighting wars for civilisation in Ukraine and Israel, Glastonbury chose to offer a platform to tuneless Jew haters and the political genius that is Gary Lineker – fired from the BBC in May for inadvertently posting that Jews were rats.
Lineker, bizarrely, applies his particular brand of intellectual pretension to claim that he, whiter than Frenchman’s battle flag, was a ‘victim of racism’ at school. Because, two-planks-thick as he is, even Lineker can dimly cotton on that made-up victimhood is the platinum currency of the Glastonbury set. ‘Helen from Wales’ is no slouch, there, either: claiming to be a ‘CBPTSD survivor’.
They also do a long line in prattling about ‘peace and love’ – unless you’re Jewish, of course. Or white English working-class. The same people who smugly harrumph as working-class white people are hauled off to the slammer for ‘offensive’ tweets, cheer on as anti-Semites lead chants wishing death on Jews.
All that was missing at Glastonbury were the brown shirts and the sea of raised right arms.
