IF PROOF were needed that the Starship Great Britain’s course had been locked on to la-la land, a glance through the press would provide ample evidence.
First out of the starting blocks was Lt Gen Richard Nugee, head of the military’s preposterously titled Climate Change and Sustainability Review, who tweeted that his spaniel Hebe has a new nickname, G T – for Greta Thunberg.
How clever, how witty, or as most people would observe, how utterly pointless.
One would imagine our military personnel would be better engaged in doing what they are paid to do – ensuring our capability to defend ourselves. But why bother with that boring stuff when you can burnish your credentials on the altar of woke?
The second story that made me certain we are heading to la-la land at warp speed was the announcement that M16 is flying the transgender flag at its HQ. The Controller known as ‘C’ – or, as he is also inexplicably (in an organisation founded on secrecy) identified, Richard Moore, revealed how trans and non-binary individuals had made excellent spies. I am all for choosing the best candidate for the job, so if trans or pansexual etc fits the bill, give that person the job. But do they really need a flag? Surely flying the flag for one cause could be deemed insensitive and discriminatory to others? What about the talented left-handers out there? Let’s hear it for the gingers in greatcoats tailing suspects or those with receding hair who can seamlessly melt into the background. If we carry on at this rate, we will need a flag repository that would dwarf Buckingham Palace.
Lastly and not to miss out, ‘chapeaux’ to our good friends in the teaching fraternity. While the country is going to hell in a handcart, what better moment than now for the ‘Early Years Coalition’ to introduce guidance called Birth to 5 Matters. Coming in at a shelf-bending 128 pages, it advises that nursery teachers should be telling toddlers about ‘white privilege’ so that they can develop ‘anti-racist’ views.
All commendable stuff which no doubt will lead us closer to the utopia that can surely be only a matter of weeks away.
Beam me up, Scotty, and set phasers to stun!