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Britain in 1975 and America in the 1950s – the good old days (before foreigners ruined everything)

Britain and America are in trouble. There are few jobs left for natural born citizens. They’ve mostly been taken by foreigners. At least that’s what politicians like Boris Johnson and Donald Trump keep telling us.  

In the UK, the Brits will soon vote on whether to leave the EU so they can start closing their borders, especially to refugees and ‘economic migrants.’ In the USA, the Republicans want to build a big wall on the border with Mexico, deport ‘illegal aliens’ and forbid muslims from even entering the country. Donald Trump’s campaign is centred around stopping foreigners from entering the UK, and his slogan is “Make America Great Again.” 

But when were these good old days? And what was it really like back then? 

The Fabulous 1950s: When America was 100% Mexican-free!

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The good old days

America in the 1950s was just the greatest, before the Mexicans started coming over and ruining everything. Sure there were occasional outbreaks of polio, but a vaccine for that disease was created by Jonas Salk, a great American from a great time.  Okay, maybe Jonas Salk was the child of immigrants, but he was not an immigrant himself, and he definitely wasn’t Mexican. 

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Apart from all the polio, the war with Korea and the threat of nuclear annihilation from the cold war, America really was terrific back then in the 50s. First class all the way – everyone had loads of money. People doing modest jobs could afford houses in leafy suburbs, far away from any Mexicans. Buying power was high and inflation was low. Everyone had jobs. Yes, taxes were much, much higher for the wealthiest Americans back then, banks were far more regulated, and union membership much much higher, but that had nothing to do with the prosperity of the American middle class! Nothing at all! It was the lack of Mexicans.

The good old days

Back then if a good, non-Mexican American wanted a glamorous career as a seasonal farm labourer, they could get one easy. Not like today, where they have to compete for all those fruit-picking jobs with Jose from Juarez! In the good old days of the 50s, if you were Mexican, you you kept a low profile, or you stayed in Mexico. 

The good old daysAnd they weren’t the only ones who knew their place back then. Women stayed in the kitchen – where they belonged. Abortions stayed in the back alleys, where they could be performed quicker and cheaper than in any fancy-pants clinic. And don’t even get me started on the gays and communists! Back in the good old 1950s, those people either had the common sense to pretend to be straight and non-communist, or we’d straighten them out with a baseball bat or maybe with a good old-fashioned government investigation. 

Heroes of the good old days
Joe McCarthy and Roy Cohn

That’s because back then, we had  heroic, anti-gay, anti-foreigner and anti-communist leaders like Joseph McCarthy and his counsel/protege Roy Cohn. Roy Cohn, for example, was a great American from that great time in America’s history. Mr Cohn was a real American, of the type we need to bring back. He went on to a great, terrific career of mafia associations, influence-peddling, gay-baiting and – mentoring Donald Trump- who later on in the 1970s and 1980s considered him to be one of his closest friends. You see how great, terrific Americans used to inspire each other back in the good old, pre-Mexican days? 

As a completely irrelevant aside, in 1986, Mr Trump dropped Mr Cohn from his circle of friends and never spoke to him again, when rumours came out that Cohn was dying of AIDs (which I bet he probably contracted from some Mexican.)

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Donald Trump and Roy Cohn

Those were the days of America’s real greatness, that Donald Trump wants to bring back. The great, great 1950s. Back when we didn’t even need walls to keep Mexicans, black folks, women, gays and people who think differently in line.

Good times. Vote Republican if you miss those days like I do!

Britain in sensational 1975: before the flood of filthy foreigners

morecombeIt’s even easier to pinpoint when the good old days ended for Britain. It was exactly 1975 – which was the year Britain last held a national referendum on the EU. It was a golden, groovy time. The best in this country’s history. The apex. Before EU membership, the UK was a veritable paradise. 

The good old days

You could see the prosperity on every street in the country, provided uncollected piles of rubbish didn’t block your view, or the road wasn’t completely dark due to one of the frequent power outages. But when you could see things, all you saw was happiness. Okay, maybe not in Northern Ireland, where the Troubles were in full swing and there was a smidgeon of sectarian violence to be dealt with now and then. But shoot to kill policies kept that lot in their place better than any EU-brokered Good Friday Agreements. And yes, there was record inflation and unemployment throughout the country, but at least those unemployed people queueing up for the dole were proper British, and not Mediterraneans

Wealthy coal miners

In 1975 London – the city’s then-huge financial services sector was awash with the vast, inexhaustible wealth of northern English coal-mining communities. The banks then invested all that capital in great British products such as Morris automobiles, which were the envy of the world. And whether you were a coal-miner, on the dole, a soldier serving in Northern Ireland, or in a glam-rock band (pretty much the only employment options at the time) you lived, so, so much better back in 1975, before European trade changed everything for the worse.

Black_and_White_Minstrel_ShowIn the good old days, you didn’t have to worry about foreign influences on British high culture – The Black and White Minstrel Show was still one of the more popular shows on TV. Today, the pro-EU crowd would probably picket this fabulous entertainment programme!  Speaking of telly, you had three – count ’em – three tv channels to choose from, and while not everyone had indoor loos yet, a few lucky families even had colour television sets! (Ironically, you really couldn’t properly enjoy the Black and White Minstrel Show unless it was shown in colour.) 

Back in the 1975, Britain was a self-sustaining island. If you did have enough money to eat, you’d eat British food, prepared in a British way. And it was just empirically better. Most food came in convenient tins, except on Sunday, where you’d have access to a glorious meal of meat and two veg. Nothing wrong with boiled veg – definitely better than all this European quinoa rubbish! And by the way, British people in 1975 made the best pizzas on earth – a variation of tomato ketchup on white bread that was called Italian rarebit – to keep it British!  And it wasn’t just the food- beverages were better in the good old days too. Ale, bitter, tea, or Blue Nun wine. None of this Belgian lager or fancy, fresh-brewed coffee you have nowadays thanks to all them poncey Europeans. Everyone knows coffee is better when it’s made from freeze-dried crystals, just waiting to be activated via a generous splash of British boiled water. Delicious!  

A proper football fan from the 1970s

Best of all, Brits had their own home-grown football in 1975. British football clubs featured British football players who plodded along, slowly and beautifully around the pitch as footballers should. None of these annoying Spaniards or Frenchies, with their fancy passing and their “look-at-me, I know how to make a penalty kick” nonsense. Back then, you played football with your elbows as much as your feet. A good fight never hurt anyone, on the pitch, or off. Okay, well some people did get hurt and killed in regular incidents of hooliganism, but at least it was British football fans stomping fellow British fans on the head with their British-made Doc Martin boots. The way God meant it to be. Nowadays, some punters even bring children to football matches, like it was some kind of family-friendly continental entertainment event. Cor blimey, we’ve really lost ourselves.

We don’t need a wall in Britain to get back to the good old days – we’ve got an English channel. All we have to do is pull up the drawbridge and retreat back to the glorious era of 1975. When going on holiday meant a car trip to a Butlins, not an EasyJet flight to Barcelona. Back when university was rightly reserved exclusively for the upper classes.

Margaret Thatcher 1975

The only drawback to that perfect time at all was that we had cowardly, lightweight politicians like Margaret Thatcher on the right and Harold Wilson on the left, both of whom at the time advocated for Britain to join the filthy foreigners of the EU. But thankfully, today, we have far-sighted political titans like Boris Johnson and Nigel Farage who are trying to fix that mess – real leaders who have the courage to end the failed experiment of European integration and return us to a simpler, but unquestionably better time. 

So I urge you to vote “YES” to leaving the EU this June, and vote Republican in American elections, and enable Britain and America to go back to the good old days – when things were just brilliant for everyone. Before foreigners ruined everything. 

Muchas Gracias. I mean, thank you. 

 

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7 thoughts on “Britain in 1975 and America in the 1950s – the good old days (before foreigners ruined everything)

  1. “BEFORE FOREIGNERS RUINED EVERTHING”…..blow it out your ass Britain. ….. ask your self abouth the Commonwealth list of countries …..which you foreigners invaded and seized the lands for the “Commonwealth” of the ruling class not the Commonwealth for everyone……fuckin asshole of an article

    1. Self destruction alright – as soon as the borders were opened up! At least back then you could walk home late at night without getting beaten up (or worse). When you could sit in a pub that had more than one drunken generation fighting and marauding all over the place. When asian grooming gangs weren’t pulling young girls off the street and gang raping them. When you could still live on an estate with people who had pride in their houses, even though they belonged to the council. When you could go to school and come out with a decent education even though you didn’t live in the best part of the country. When kids actually played out, developed their bones, muscles and friendships instead of sat on their arses 12 hours a day, isolating themselves playing video games then having to see a psychiatrist to unscramble their brains. When you could go for a day’s shopping in London without someone on a moped snatching your handbag. When the shops in the high street didn’t look like 3rd world shit-holes flogging off all kinds of ethnic crap. When every other town centre shop wasn’t a takeaway chicken joint fronting up nefarious activities. When you could ride the Tube without getting robbed blind by some dodgy Romanian. When there were no ‘beds in sheds’ wrecking the London suburbs. When kids could go to a concert without getting off their heads on drugs. When people could have a political discussion without all the hate…before all the lefty lunatics tried to take over. I’d take that (complete with 3 TV channels) over what we have today. Nuff said…

  2. Well speaking of the Good old days when the women back then really Did put the women of today to Real Shame.

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