It seems safe to say that the SNP’s de facto defeat of the fox-torturing lobby today has riled the right-wing commentariat beyond their endurance. Unable to get their way and inflict a prolonged, agonising death on small animals for “sport”, Tory columnists have instead descended howling and bloodthirsty at pack strength on their readers.
Here’s just a small sample.
“So now we all know what we’re dealing with. This SNP malice against the English and our democracy is no joke.” (Melissa Kite, The Spectator)
“Is ‘little cranky’ Sturgeon the modern Judas?” (Emer Martin, The Sun)
“The thugs who take it upon themselves to ‘police’ hunting say they are animal lovers. One glance at their faces contorted with hatred is enough to tell the real story. They are not animal lovers; they are people haters.” (Louise Guinness, The Telegraph)
“Tuesday is Emmeline Pankhurst Day, and whilst I am not going to throw myself in front of a horse to make my point about British democracy on this occasion, this is a vitally important constitutional matter and perhaps we should throw Sturgeon in front of a hunt horse as part of the commemorations.” (Paul Nuttall, UKIP deputy leader, in the Huffington Post)
“This is absolutely not about animal welfare. It is a cynical bid by the separatists, who know full well that them dictating to England will generate fury south of the Border” (Leader, The Scottish Daily Mail)
“They just couldn’t help themselves. After a couple of weeks of creeping around the corridors of Westminster, the Nationalists from Scotland fell flat on their faces at the first hurdle. Such is their bigotry that the temptation to give a bloody nose to those they erroneously believe to be English toffs was just too much for them to resist.” (Charlie Brooks, The Telegraph)
We must say, we’re not absolutely sure that these are the best people to make SNP supporters doubt that their party made the right choice, but hey, what would we know about it? We’re just the sort of simple-minded plebs who don’t see the fun and jollity in watching a living creature have its limbs ripped off by frenzied dogs so that we can smear its blood on our children’s faces and then enjoy a nice glass of sherry.