It’s hard to see how the relentless shaming of our national story will help restore our psychological readiness for war
Every year, VE Day gives the British public the rarest of gifts: an opportunity for unapologetic, unabashed pride in their country. Britain’s self-loathing is deep and pervasive. We tiptoe over virtually every aspect of our past, but on May 8, we’re permitted to wave flags, watch parades and enjoy a moment of licensed patriotism and unity.
It’s also a celebration of predominantly white male heroes. Sanctimonious halfwits will spend the rest of the year attempting to shred former glories – tearing down statues of Edward Colston in a bizarre display of solidarity with “Black Lives Matter”, besmirching Winston Churchill, without whom Hitler would likely have prevailed, and reducing the legacy of Admiral Nelson to his moral failings by modern standards, but on VE Day, the great men of our history are safe.
