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(Photograph: Senedd Cymru / Welsh Parliament, CC BY 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0>, via Wikimedia Commons)

That small strip of land to the west of England which self-identifies as a country has struck yet another blow for abject stupidity. Of course, I am referring to Wales. For sheer comedy value, Wales truly takes the Welsh Cake. It aspires to independence, which is surely even dafter than Scotland’s desire for the same. But luckily hardly anybody supports or votes for the Welsh National Party, Plaid Cymru. Instead, the keys to the asylum are in the hands of another bunch of lunatics, Welsh Labour, also known as LLafur Cymru. More like LLafur minute, if you ask me.

Under the Welsh Assembly or Senned leadership (albeit outgoing) of Mark Drakeford, they have decided that a woman is a woman, even if she is not a woman. A woman is a woman just because she says she is, or even because he says she is.

Drakeford has form, having virtue-signalled his way through the Covid years. If Sturgeon waited for Johnson to introduce a restriction and then introduce a harsher one in Scotland, Drakeford waited for Sturgeon to introduce that measure before introducing an even harsher one himself in Wales. Thus, Wales was the last part of the UK to abandon mask mandates in shops and restaurants, while maintaining them in its small splinter of the NHS. Lockdown (or was it Llockdown?) and social distancing rules were enforced, except for Drakeford who was caught unmasked and dancing in close proximity to some Welsh Indians at a Diwali celebration. Needless to say, he did this with impunity. Compare that with the man arrested and handcuffed while out walking with his wife in Wales, on the basis of some spurious violation of lockdown rules.

Thus, with the ‘woman is a woman’ policy, Drakeford has stolen a march even on his insane counterparts north of the border. They probably won’t be far behind with legislation underway in the form of the Gender Recognition Bill, which seeks to reform the current act. While the Scottish government can propose and amend legislation which will apply uniquely and be enforceable in Scotland, Drakeford and co. remain under the law of England and Wales. Strictly speaking, while they can have their own acts pertaining to things uniquely managed in Wales such as NHS Wales, there is no such thing as Welsh Law. To circumvent that the latest nonsense, over which they do have control, is to recognise self-identifying women, as women, in the next elections to the Senned.

It is unknown whether there will be a deluge of trans women candidates for the Senned, but given how some like to thrust their self-identified gender in our faces to like it or be labelled a transphobe, these proposals are likely to open the floodgates. If you live in Wales, expect a visit from a bloke with a skirt seeking your vote at the next election. If any win and take seats, then these honourable members (with or without their members) will have to be referred to as ‘she/her’, or perish the consequences for the honourable misgenderer.

Other nonsense that has emerged from Wales includes trying to ban what has become a Welsh rugby anthem, Delilah, due to the fact that the singer claims to have killed her for infidelity. It’s a bloody song! Luckily Welsh rugby fans ignored the ban and belted it out with gusto at the first opportunity. Then the world famous Brecon Beacons national park is to be renamed—wear a face mask for this one— Bannau Brycheiniog for reasons that are too ridiculous even to recount here but, rest assured, it’s to do with English colonialism.

Quite why Wales should be such a hotbed of wokery is a mystery. This is the land of the coal miners in the valleys, wonderful basso profundo and tenor singers in their male voice choirs (although I imagine the very concept of a ‘male’ voice choir is under scrutiny somewhere), the aforementioned rugby, impressive alcoholic poet Dylan Thomas and arch-womaniser Tom Jones. I even married a Welsh woman. Where did it all go wrong?

Roger Watson is a retired academic, editor and writer. He is a columnist with Unity News Network and writes regularly for a range of conservative journals including The Salisbury Review and The European Conservative. He has travelled and worked extensively in the Far East and the Middle East. He lives in Kingston upon Hull, UK.

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