Imagine going for a night out to the theatre in Germany during the 1930s. It would have been quite normal — with not one eyebrow raised in the audience — to be watching a production which showed film footage of Jews being beaten up. This would not be shown to elicit any sympathy, but purely to work up the crowd's bilious hatred even more.

Then a short while later in the same production the clever actors would prompt the audience to start singing songs that encouraged even more visceral hatred for the Jews. Lyrics such as 'Those Jews are all dirty, fat and rich — give them a good kicking' would be heard in full chant by enthusiastic theatre—goers. They certainly knew how to have a good time back then.

You probably think that it's good that the world has moved on and those awful days are just a memory in our history books. Because it just could not happen today, could it?

Well, you're wrong. It's happening right now, in Birmingham, England, at a theatre not yet near you. Get your tickets fast because they are selling like hot—cakes.

The only difference is that the victims of the audience's hatred are not Jews, but Americans.

Now I have to admit that I haven't myself been to see this theatre attraction because I am unwilling to spend the $30 (or whatever it may cost)  to line the pockets of its writer, a Mr. Alistair Beaton.

I personally believe that you don't need to check out internet pedophilia sites to know they are evil, and I'm taking the same view on something as grotesque as 'Follow The Leader,'  the title of this sick play.

As reported by The Telegraph's Charles Spencer, on Tuesday, 'Follow The Leader' has just opened, and he went to see it, though clearly he wishes he hadn't by the end of scene one. His review is appropriately titled 'The laughter died in my throat' .

Mr Spencer writes: 'The satire is so crude, the anti—American bias so profound, the image of Blair as Bush's poodle so predictable, that I felt my gorge rising with distaste'

He continues with: 'And when the whole audience is invited to sing along, in panto fashion, a delightful little ditty that goes: Let's all be anti—American/What's so wrong with that/They're much too loud/ and they're far too rich/ and one in three is incredibly fat — we seem to have descended to the level of the school playground.'

I think we can take that as thumbs down from The Telegraph's columnist.

But don't be too surprised that most people don't even notice anti—Americanism these days in the chattering British classes. They love their prejudices with the same haughtiness as Germans did during the anti—Semitism of the 1930s.

'What's really creepy about this piece is that though it shows the unforgettable footage of the attacks on the World Trade Centre, it can see no justice in America's cause, no courage in Blair's decision to support Bush in a war that relieved the world of a vile dictator'

Can anyone believe that a British audience would sit and watch such filth and be laughing all the way through? The murder of 3000 innocent civilians, many of them British, seems to be so very funny to some.

So I hope that American Thinker readers understand why I was not willing to go and see this sicko play first—hand.

I thank Mr. Charles Spencer and the Daily Telegraph for bringing this to our attention, and for having to sit through the darkest depths of prejudice against the new Jews — Americans.

Michael Morris is our London correspondent