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Just where do the Left get off? Okay, not the whole Left, but that hippie kind who have the gall to hold the Green Party in such high esteem. I say hippie, they're not even that. More the bastard grandchildren of those greasy activists who've swapped flowers in their hair for keffiyehs round their necks (cultural appropriation, anyone?). There needs to be a social reckoning with these types. It should be almost as embarrassing to admit - and it is an admission - to an affiliation with Hannah Spencer as it would be to own up to one with Nick Griffin.

The younger among these supposedly anti-fascist barricade bottlers probably don't even know who that is, so misplaced is their understanding of the Far-Right. They heap opprobrium on anyone who will vote for Nigel Farage and get away with supporting a party of evil implications. It's understandable that some of my compatriots don't see immigration or Brexit as important, election-defining issues. It's a difference of opinion.

What is not understandable is that some who have that opinion and hold it as a high-minded virtue are willing to vote for a party that could finish off this beleaguered country. Talk about kicking a man while he's down.

Then again, is it such a mystery? If you genuinely believe Nigel Farage to be a fascist, doesn't it make sense to vote for his polar opposite? Another difference of opinion.

If you really believe Hitler 2.0 has his eyes locked on Downing Street, maybe it's even worth watching Britain gasp its last breath, knowing that you wiggled the knife enough to ruin its organs beyond repair.

Because let's be honest, that's what we're talking about here. The Greens are less a political party than cultural vandals, throbbing with masochistic myopia.

What else to think of an outfit that would let absolutely anybody who turned up on our shores into this country? That would believe the reasons given for being here unless evidence contradicted their story?

Greens might counter that it's proper not to believe evidence that's not actually there, but that doesn't address the fact that to treat such people as truth-tellers unless they present a picture of themselves holding an AK-47 captioned "death to Jews" creates a massive loophole for terrorists.

If you believed that killing infidels was your duty to God and history, to be met with rewards beyond comprehension, then it would make perfect sense to lie your way into an unholy land and do as much damage as possible. Especially if you're treated as a citizen-in-waiting and handed a house from which to plot your perverted push for a caliphate.

Just like it would make sense to pose as a transwoman if you were a rapist seeking access to vulnerable women. If you were such a scumbag, you'd have found Green candidate Eryn Browning suggesting that you were in fact a woman, the implication being that Adam Graham (sorry, Isla Bryson) should be in a women's prison.

Better still, you'd have a fantastic future to look forward to in which prisons would be abolished, but only if Kate Nevens wins on May 7 and eventually gets her way. Hang in there, rapists, the Green Party is here for you.

The deserved reputation as the party of terrorists, rapists, nonces and murderers simply won't stick in a way that embarrasses Zack Polanski's supporters. Because we live in an age in which branding yourself as kind is taken to be the same thing as actually being kind.

Wearing the badge of feminism is taken to be exactly the same thing as actually caring about women, even if you overlook a willingness to throw females to the rapists.

Saying you want a better world on Instagram is enough of a counterweight to policies that invite the broken bodies of children being strewn across our streets.

Conservatives, don't fret too much. If these unbearable hypocrites ever get their way then, yes, your country will be doomed.

But at least you'll know that one more racist structure has perished, a fact that you can celebrate to a chorus of "Allahu Akbar" confusingly punctuating a Kneecap chorus while a go-go boy brushes his manhood against your leg, looks into your eyes and says: "You're on the right side of history."