Midsomer Murders racist? Whatever next. Next the so-called Politically Correct Nazis will be calling you a racist if you dance around dressed as Hitler defecating on a brown person's face. And is it racist? No. No, never. Of course what these handwringing Guardian-reading leftie troublemakers fail to realise is that Englishness is exactly the same as whiteness, and that any deviation from that is clearly a sop to the forces of tyranny that tell us what we can and can't say nowadays, and woe betide you if you upset the PC Godzillas lurking in the limp lettuce leaf handshakes of everyone who works in television, and possibly everywhere else, except to say that they are of course the minority, and we are the silent majority.
Go to any English village and it's just like Midsomer Whateveritscalled - nice pink-skinned people wandering around like it's the 1950s, everyone being terribly nice with each other, and not one of them anywhere in sight - which is how it should be, of course. And yes, they all end up murdering each other, but that's the charm. Imagine if one of them turned out to be, you know. Well. It just doesn't bear thinking about - the whole magic of the Sunday teatime treat would be lost forever more, just to appease the PC Basilisks and their so-called ethnically diverse agenda about something or other.
Ugh. You're not even allowed to have a go at people because they're, you know, a bit funny, any more. Everything has to be hideously multicultural and 'diverse', almost as if you're trying to appeal to as many people as possible. Is that what we fought three world wars for? So we could have to look at beige coloured faces on our television sets on a Sunday night, or people who do things with each other even though they're not married? Is it? Is it? No. No, it isn't.
Good on Midsomer Murders for not pandering to the PC Army, and refusing to let anyone non-white in. That's the spirit. That's what made this country great.
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