Depressed
by Donald Trump, Corey Bernadi and scared of the alt-right, here is my festive
message: get off the ground, you wusses. Put down your gingerbread lattes, and
put up your dukes.
Let
us consult the wisdom of Sean
Connery’s Malone in The Untouchables, and adapt it to our times. You want to get the
alt-right?
Here’s how you get them. They pull a knife, you pull a gun. They
send one of yours to the hospital, you send one of theirs to the morgue. That’s the Chicago way.
Before
we proceed, and to avoid litigation, let me emphasise that I am speaking
metaphorically. If you were by any chance planning to mark Boxing Day by going
after a member of the far right with a spear, please don’t.
Its against the
law, it will only complicate matters. It is also likely to give you indigestion
after all those turkey sandwiches.
Still,
in every other respect, it really is time to stop sobbing and toughen up for
2017.
