Don’t label us as right-wing fanatics
SO according to T. O’Brien (Letters, September 28), anyone with a different opinion to his own is insane, gullible and some sort of right-wing fanatic.
He adds that some of us even claim to be Christians but are misunderstanding and ignorant, which although quite funny is typical of the hypocritical, left-wing intelligentsia.
He goes on to say we are all anti human rights and, due to our parodic fantasies, we’d like to see public flogging and human beings hanged.
What most people would like to see is justice and sympathy for the victims of crime. What about their human rights? The reason people are against these bleeding-hearted numpties is that their only concern seems to be for the well-being and welfare of the perpetrators and not the innocent victims.
As for multiculturism, it has not only just failed, it doesn’t exist. It is just another term for division and certain communities refusing to integrate or embrace or way of life.
Next he tried again to be clever, stating we are frightened we have to eat straight bananas. Well, I don’t care what shape they are or whether they are sold in pounds or kilos due to being in the EU. What I do care about though is the erosion of our sovereignty, national identity and culture, especially as membership costs the country a deficit of about £24million pounds per day.
The only argument we ever hear for remaining in it is that to pull out would harm our ability to trade with the other members, but considering we import far more than we export I very much doubt it.
No doubt the usual protagonists will be reaching for their pens to accuse me of being thick, ignorant and some kind of Nazi, which always makes me laugh. Just when did it become so abhorrent to be one inch right of centre but perfectly acceptable to be far left? Capitalism may not be perfect but it has proved to be far preferable to the failed communist utopias you fantasise about (see China, North Korea, USSR, Cuba).
He ends by urging the Echo to give us our own page. May I suggest you give him one along with C. Vasey, W. Quinn, A. Capp and Chipper.
D. Brookes, Tennyson Street, Southwick
I’m a little disappointed in your correspondent in Letters Extra (September 30) saying that there is nothing for people in Sunderland who have hobbies.
I have been open in Sunderland since 2003 and at 10 Olive Street from February 2010, selling doll’s house kits, wallpapers and accessories – everything that is needed to build a doll’s house as well as the furniture for each room.
A great many people use the shop as a source for other hobbies such as model train sets, model boats, cake decorations, ornamental jewellery and unique cards. I also have a great many students from Sunderland University who buy items for their courses.
I am always on hand to offer advice and help to all customers both new and old.
The shop, Dolly Foster Miniatures, has just become the best independent shop for customer service in Sunderland as judged in a mystery shopper competition which was run by Skillsmart Retail.
This may not be everyone’s hobby but, Mr. Robinson, Sunderland does have a hobby shop and you are welcome to come and visit.
Dorothy Foster, Olive Street, Sunderland
IN her Wednesday Column of September 28, Bridget Philipson – never one to be merely concerned when she can be horrified – describes the Government’s plans to move to Individual Voter Registration as “nothing short of an outrage”.
She might care to explain why the very same “outrageous” policy featured in Labour’s 2010 General Election Manifesto.
She might also ask why her party colleagues in evidence submitted to Parliament as recently as September 16 announced that “the Labour Party supports the principle of Individual Electoral Registration”.
Did Labour’s policy suddenly change in the following 12 days? I’m perfectly willing to believe it did, by the way, and may very well have changed again by the time this letter is printed.
Coun Tony Morrissey, Conservative, Barnes Ward
I AM trying to find out the name of a firm which operated in Villiers Street, Sunderland, during and after the Second World War where my mother was employed, making toasters.
I wonder if any of your readers remembers the name.