The Emotional Breakdown of Great Britain (Final Blog)
This will be my last blog about ‘what the hell is going on in modern life’, because I’m getting fed up of the negativity.
Here we fucking go again.
First of all, Alfie.
He’s a 13 year old kid who’s become a father, after his 15 year old ‘girlfriend’ gave birth. Alfie could be a grandfather at 26 at this rate, not to mention the fact that Great Grandmother would be barely out of her 30’s if this carried on through the generations, which I think it clearly will because nobody concerned has a fucking clue what they’re doing.
Up pops Max Clifford, the very comic book definition of a pigs swilling muck muncher, rocking his head back and forth at the trof of dirt. He plasters Alfie all over The Sun, under the guise of ‘helping them out, because he felt sorry for them’.
Either Max Clifford has an awful lot of guilt to bury, or he is lying about not taking a fee from a 13 year old dad and a dying cancer patient.
Anyway, up he pops and everybody makes noises of shocked indignation at the state of the nation and what kind of ignorance and poor sex education can lead to a baby having a baby barely older than he is. Alfie’s mum must feel like she’s had twins. Or maybe that’s the ploy all along. In order to get more benefits, she needed another kid, but nowadays the chav’s are so lazy they can’t even be bothered to get pregnant any more, so get their kids to do it for them, just like they carry the spliff upstairs.
I don’t think the problem is sex education, despite a lot of hang wringing from fluffy liberal women in their 40’s and 50’s. It’s a bit patronising to kids, really, to suggest that unless they’re taught about how to put a condom on a banana during nursery school, they’ll end up a dad at 13.
All the government will end up doing is pour yet more money down the drain, patronise and misunderstand the real problems.
No, the problem is emotional and cultural. If you bring your kid up in a pig sty, you’ll end up with a pig (or maybe several). If you’re kid is emotionally damaged from an awful upbringing and a corrosively nasty group of playground chums, you’ll end up with someone who doesn’t really give a feck about sex, at whatever age, whatever the consequences.
Whilst most of us had barely learnt to wank, Alfie is sitting in his lounge smoking a fag while his girlfriend changes nappies.
Decisions are emotionally driven. Always.
If you wanted yet more proof of the emotional bankruptcy effecting the world at the moment, just look at the outpouring of grief towards Jade Goody.
Let me get it clear straight away, that Jade has cancer is tragic and awful.
And the public’s response to all this? And the papers? What the fuck is going on! It’s the biggest piss take ever.
I was 17 when Princess Diana died, but I found the emotional outpouring of grief afterwards a bit puzzling even toward someone of her character.
When someone who isn’t famous dies, only the immediate circle get upset. Why? People don’t mourn the passing of “that Uncle Bob whom we didn’t know”, with a state funeral, but it doesn’t make it any less tragic. It’s how we’re built to behave. It’s normal.
If we had an emotional attachment to every world tragedy we’d never stop crying and wouldn’t be able to eat.
So that’s why I find all this Jade Goody stuff a bit worrying, for there are larger things in life than her. What is missing in these mourner’s emotional lives, which causes them to be so interested in Jade?
If every day The Sun was filled with a 94 page supplement for everyone who died today, I don’t think you’d buy it.
But the death of famous people has become something of a sick money spinner. It’s Max Clifford sponsored voyeurism, it isn’t compassion.
Here with Diana was a huge ‘outpouring’ of grief, from everyone and their dog, and the papers milked it for all it was worth.
Now it seems, that logic and emotion are one and the same thing, which would explain a lot.
In the 1980’s a doctor began studying a patient who’d been in a car crash, and lost the part of his brain responsible for emotions. The doctor expected to find someone cold and logical. In fact, what he found was that the man became completely indecisive and lost the ability to make even the simplest decision.
It now seems, that with the imminent passing of Jade Goody that most people in England have lost the bit of their brain responsible for intelligence.
Compassion should be reserved for people who deserve it, regardless of their plight. Why make someone as awful as Jade Goody a poster child for cancer sufferers? As if they haven’t got enough to deal with!
The well wishers who were calling her a racist scum-bag only 2 years ago seem to have got confused between ‘all cancer sufferers’ and ‘one loutish C list celebrity’.
It may seem like a cheap shot taking aim at someone who is indeed terminally ill, but Jade Goody is first and foremost a moron, who has become a cancer sufferer. It’s that old chestnut that people find so hard to prise open, the difference between two separate things when an association like that occurs. Suddenly, Jade is ’strong’ and ‘a great mother’, when previously she was just a self serving chavvy public embarrassment.
Her snouty pig like face has been propping up the vile rags we call newspapers with one nightmarish glimpse of the disease after another. People have been scared shitless by her ‘in your face I’m dying’ attitude.
I’d remind the wellwishers who were slagging her off when she was healthy, to compare the front page of The Sun during the Celebrity Big Brother racism storm, when people were saying publicly that they wish she’d just die, to now, when she really is dying. Now The Sun is lofting her up high as some kind of legendary hero, the perfect role model for how cancer sufferers should behave.
What two-faced hypocriticism!
Regarding the ‘brave role model’ bullshit, nothing could be further from the truth, and you only have to look at her entourage to understand that.
Jack Tweed is a dick head.
Max Clifford is a dick head.
They’re all dick heads.
Jack’s in prison for clubbing someone over the head with a golf club, a teenager no less. Her very dignified, supporting and charming girlfriends all wore skullcaps to the wedding - very nice.
Of course Jade et al took it all as a hilarious joke to show she’s so very brave to put a brave smiling face on things but there’s a difference between being properly brave and not just acting like a twat. I refuse to see the link that everybody else sees, between acting like a twat and bravery.
They won’t be wearing skullcaps at the funeral. It takes the piss it really does. It’s ‘cancer’ with a ‘lol’.
Meanwhile all over the world there are millions of dignified, good people, who don’t dwell on their disease in the public eye under the cover story of ‘raising awareness’.
Patrick Swaze is more a role model than Jade will ever be, for one he’s talented. There he is, battling through the pain to complete filming on the set of The Beast each day, getting on with his very creative job. What has Jade actually battled through during her illness, other than her endless self serving publicity drive?
The only awareness she’s raised is that of herself.
In fact if she hadn’t already spent so much on herself, maybe she’d have more left over for her kids in the first place and wouldn’t need the freak-show of a cancer OK! spread to provide for them into the future.
Now the really sad part - in a free country like ours, if I had been famous and said this blog out loud on TV or something, I’d have been framed as the biggest villain of all time simply for pointing out the injustice of the whole situation.
They’d be a snapshot of me looking sad and sulky, under the headline - Evil Bastard Lashes Out At Cancer Sufferer.
It’s become a taboo, nobody says anything, and so the Clifford / The Sun axis of evil goes on, and on, and on…
I’m beginning to see how this mob mentality works, and it doesn’t put me in a good mood in the mornings.
