I blame the BBC. And ITV, Channel 4, Sky and every other news outlet that claims any sort of impartiality.
Together, over the course of the past 2 or 3 years, you have created the Pantomime villain as a political force.
You began with Nigel Farage, a publicity seeking buffoon of the first order, with just enough nouse to realise that, the wilder the statement, the bigger the lie, the more attention the media would give him.
That led directly to Brexit – so thanks for that as well – and the idea swam gleefully over the Atlantic to provide the world’s biggest lethal idiot with the means of becoming president.
Who says we can’t export to the US?
And now we have the twin follies of Johnson and Ree-Smogg (and that is not a typo!).
I have heard too many times that Boris is a highly intelligent man – forgive me, I thought so once as well. But being able to speak Latin is not a mark of intelligence. It is a mark of privilege and separation from the realities of life.
And the constant media attention, the lapping up of every asinine and insulting comment, just spurs the fool to bigger and badder bombast.
It has, in his own mind, given him carte blanche to say exactly what he wants, wherever he may be – Kipling in a Buddhist Temple anyone?
And when questioned, the evasion and blather continues, adding to the totality of his drive for the top. And the air doesn’t get any thinner up there, because the media keeps inflating his ego with wall to wall coverage.
And the party sycophants placate with platitudes, because any power, no matter how tainted, is better than none.
And then we have the ice-cold evil that is a hyphen Mogg. Controlled, even-paced, never a raised voice or a rushed sentence, Victorian rectitude hiding a callous indifference to the suffering of anyone in the real world.
And the harsher the intent, the more air time. The more self-deprecating the dismay he can spread, the more up front and central he is placed.
I appreciate that 24 hour rolling news places a burden on producers across the media platforms, but please, big, soppy, pretty please, stop being taken for total mugs.
Because every statement you give air to becomes a sound bite swirling across the internet. And the resulting sound cloud shouts louder than the facts, the reality, the painful, complex and shaded nuances of our lives.
Your fault.
Don’t apologise – too late for that.
Just STOP.
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