THE win of Angry Ginge on I’m A Celebrity raises a disturbing question. Are Gen Z no longer committing to long-held prejudice about the gingers?
Society has barely recovered from the damage done by woke millennials determined that sexism, racism and anti-trans bigotry were bad things, but at least they knew never to violate the ultimate taboo.
It’s one so ingrained it rarely needs mentioning. Politeness forbids it. There are no laws against them because they’re not needed; the reaction is instinctive.
But today we must contemplate the very real risk that by not speaking against the ginger menace, we have allowed our children to believe it is acceptable. That gingers are people like any other and deserving of kindness.
How else can this victory be explained? He wears his shame in his very name, for God’s sake. ‘Angry Ginge’. Of course he’s angry. Angry at being made that way. Angry that even dye cannot hide it. Angry at a world that hates and fears him. And for this he wins votes?
What next? Political office? After all, Nigel Farage only came third in the jungle, and he is certain to become our next prime minister. Could Angry Ginge follow suit?
An apocalypse would follow. 13,000 years of anti-ginger prejudice would be violently avenged, the streets red with normals’ blood. You think they’d forget and forgive? You don’t know the fire of hatred that burns behind their watery eyes.
Democracy would be torn down. Prince Harry, a ginger who nonetheless married a woman, would be their leader, Rupert Grint his minister for war. Allying with the redheads of Ireland he would invade Europe on the pretext of freeing his despised brethren.
It must not be allowed to happen. Gen Z, so commendably intolerant in other ways, must be warned explicitly of the risk they take. Gingers must stay in their place, and Angry Ginge can continue his rants on YouTube while he is fired into the sun.
