Who’ll join my war against liberalism?

I can see one possible benefit of having a full inquiry into the almost exclusively Muslim grooming gangs who raped and assaulted and in some cases murdered young white girls and are perhaps still doing so in a selection of Britain’s ghastliest towns. The number of lawyers it would employ and the enormous salaries they received might just about tilt us out of a recession next quarter. I can’t see much other benefit. Anyone who thinks it might provide justice for the thousands of girls and their families is living under a grave delusion.

The terms and limits of such an inquiry would be decided by the government, which would also appoint its chairman or woman and who would almost certainly be an arse, if a well-remunerated and lettered arse. The thing would drag on for at least five years, come to no new conclusions and almost certainly cost more than the £191 million spent on the Bloody Sunday Inquiry. In this country, public inquiries reveal the whole truth only if they are held a minimum of 50 years after whatever outrage it is took place, when everybody involved is long dead. They are especially useless when examining an issue in which the presiding government has skin in the game. And boy, does the government have skin in this game.

In any case, we know exactly what happened and the only questions which remain are metaphysical. A bunch of our institutions – parliament, social workers, the police and to a great extent the media – have been co-opted into an asinine ideology which is full of so many contradictions that in order for it to hold, individuals and institutions must guard themselves with great tenacity against that most vexing of things, the truth.