UKIP candidate, Carl Benjamin, in Weymouth

UKIP candidate, Carl Benjamin, in Weymouth

By Richard Shrubb

We didn’t milkshake Carl Benjamin. I’m sorry for letting everyone down. Let me explain.

After an intense social media and writing campaign on the part of the organisers and me, so 30-50 people from around South Dorset turned up at midday on Friday to counter-protest the odious UKIP campaign that turned up on the seafront of Weymouth. For a workday that was a very good turnout that well exceeded expectations.

I’d been in the social media trenches for about a week and this was the result of a lot of hard work, done at the expense of earning money. Where there’s an important cause you need to make sacrifices, unlike ex Melcombe Regis Councillor Christine James who bemoaned the fact she had ‘work to do’ as a driving instructor. If she has to pay VAT on her income (rated at a minimum of £80,000 or so a year) then I can hardly feel sorry for her. Last year I grossed nearly a quarter of that.

Peaceful and cheerful – the first half

Us lefty commies and all-round ‘traitors to the Realm’ who ‘needed hanging’ turned up just before midday and by around 1215 there was quite a rabble of us. Around 10 sullen, ugly, angry men sat together in huddles on the benches and 5 grouped around the campaign van – that was the contingent of ‘heroic patriots’ who came to ‘defend the interests of Britain’.

Most of us traitors and commies knew each other. The single member of the Communist Party of Great Britain and his grumpy dog, a good 10 prominent Labour councillors, a few Socialist Worker Party members and quite a few people who really didn’t want fascists polluting Weymouth’s famous beaches all chatted amiably, getting to know one another and having a bit of a laugh.

I put a film of an angry young man online who told me he believed in the necessity of war among tribes. His drivel was so embarrassing I pinged it online just a few minutes after he spouted it. I fear for him honestly, as I feel he is among the wrong people and could be persuaded to carry out acts of terrorism in future. He looked just the sort. If only our welfare state was better he might be brought in from his cold, lonely place.

Thanks in part due to this negative experience I was alone in many ways. I was quite psyched out – I played loud, camp remixes of the Milkshake song as well as the Nazi campaign song Tomorrow Belongs to Me and the European anthem Ode to Joy. I wandered close to the opposition and exchanged dark looks with them. They weren’t happy at all with all that gay music but our rabble of traitors and commies often laughed when they heard one or another of my playlist…

The organisers of our event gave speeches, as did the Labour unitary councillor for Portland and a couple of town councillors.

Telegram announces the Twat

Carl Benjamin announced he was stuck in traffic on the minor social media platform Telegram. Someone of our crowd followed its profile and we got the news that the twat would be here an hour late.

When it did arrive with a few friends (including the Totnes ‘paramedic’ who looks like he’s killed a few people) the mood went fucking ugly. Both sides formed a tight circle with a group of 3-4 very short women taking on the twat face to face. I’m glad I call many of those women my friends as they were terrifying to argue with. They tore the twat limb from limb over his position on rape, buggering young boys, how the NHS could survive without immigrants, and his attitude to ‘jokes’.

The ugliness went on for about 15 minutes, and if the fists were to fly they would have then. The barrel-bellied thugs left their leader to do much of the talking (I’m not sure if they had the intelligence to speak in many cases).

Anti-fascist campaigners on the seafront of Weymouth, Dorset, UK.

Protestors saying no to racism and fascism in the Dorset seaside resort of Weymouth.

I will say this. Twat was eloquent and sounded very reasonable. He was lying and talked a lot of shit but even so, he was eloquent and made some fairly decent arguments on the surface that needed a little digging into to show as foul. Our five foot Amazons dug well, and as I am a bit twitchy when I see barrel-bellied men after that experience today the UKIP lot may well feel nervous when they see a five-foot tall woman!

We were invited to be interviewed in the twat’s outdoor TV studio and sadly one of our number, an NHS worker with a lot of ethnic minority colleagues, stepped into the fray. He was alone and isolated as the counter-demonstration separated and cold-shouldered the UKIP lot at this stage. We gathered, listened to a couple of speeches and departed, even as the lonely twat begged us to return to have more ‘reasonable discussions’ with it. A lonely sight – one lonely man I didn’t feel an ounce of pity for unlike many of its followers.

Challenge fascism

I deleted a thread on Facebook last night as there were a number of people I counted as worth talking to who started to troll us. I didn’t want a fight with those who I hold in generally high regard.

Their argument went to the effect of us needing to deny the opposition publicity. I was told by my friend yesterday he’s read that Hitler himself said that if he was challenged and his movement eradicated in the 1920s then the scourge of fascism would never have taken hold. We are threatened by fascism once again, and we need to challenge them at every step – ignoring it led to the Holocaust and evil that enveloped Europe. That means facing them down in large numbers and taking them on. Do I advocate violence? No. I advocate large, peaceful groups of friends like those who gathered in Weymouth to show that love overcomes hate.

Photo of a milkshake

The milkshake this time didn’t find its way to Carl Benjamin.

The milkshake?

I was identified by the police as an organiser and was formally told that milkshaking someone may be considered assault. I interpreted that as me and the other organisers being expressly warned and that we could be held accountable.

Two women brought a milkshake. I wish to Christ that the twat was there when they had it as they could have Banzai charged and coated him in the good stuff. Instead, the police asked them to either drink it or that it would be confiscated. They handed it over, and later highly praised the police for the way they handled a situation that came within seconds of boiling over.

My advice to you is to only get a milkshake when the twat is there and to walk direct from the fast food store to the event and then to run like hell in the last 10-15 metres, suddenly, to outfox the police and thugs. Go in fast and hard. You will have a better chance of success than should you have it before the twat arrives.


Take this scum on in every street and every town. Do not ‘give a vacuum of silence’ as they will grow in that vacuum. Show what a lying piece of shit this foul entity is. Oppose, oppose, oppose!

See you at the barricades!

Richard Shrubb

Richard is a marijuana, water sports and electric vehicles writer based in Dorchester, Dorset. Living in Prince Charles model housing estate, Poundbury, he is an avowed republican, community and Labour Party activist. Visit his website at for more about what he does.

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