Shutting the Voices Up

Christian Voice. Do you remember them? They were at the origin of the protest against Jerry Springer the Opera and later against the broadcast of the show by the BBC. They have also blackmailed a charity into refusing funds raised for them by the cast of the show. Finally, they fight an ongoing compaign against the Gay Police Association and all things gay in general.
Well, those evil doings have finally paid up. There very own bank, The Co-Operative Bank has just chucked them out; asking them to close their accounts because of their negative attitude towards diversity. And the beautiful thing about this is that people generally approve.

I have already sent a message of support to the bank and am now considering transfering my accounts to them. If you want to get in touch with them to congratulate them on their stance, please email at ethics@co-operativebank.co.uk

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