Wednesday 5 April 2017

Beneath Contempt

I haven't blogged for a couple of years. Owing to various health problems and distractions on my part. I'm going to start with an unusual request of you dear reader: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2017/04/04/comedians-tell-anti-brexit-jokes-damaging-careersas-audiences/ I find it all highly amusing. Not the jokes, the fact that people are waking up to the fact that the Liberal Elites in this country and indeed, globally are a set of snobbish, condescending arseholes, whose opinion of their audience is lower than anyone could have envisaged.
    I am a Brexiteer. I studded in depth the mechanisms of the three main branches of European government {Council, Committee and Parliament} The court of human rights, the ratio of corporate cronyist lobbyists to officials. The disturbing lack accountability, bloated imperial overreach and bureaucracy which typifies the EU machine. I am a libertarian { Of the Classically Liberal variety, Not an anarchocapitalist or a minarchist} I therefore believe in an efficient, limited government. No extra layers of bureaucracy for me, thank you. My opinion very rarely coincides with that of the late Tony Benn, however, on this issue, as on the issue of the British Monarchy, I am wholly in accord. In 1981 he wrote a paper on how the EU was the greatest threat to our legal sovereignty we'd ever faced. He also had 5 questions he thought you should ask any powerful person: What Power Have You Got? How Did You Come By It? In Whose Interest Do Wield it? To Whom Are You Accountable? How Do We Get Rid Of You?  On both a collective and individual basis, The EU fails this test. Not once have I felt even the slightest pang of voter regret. If I were a US citizen, I'd have voted for Trump. Why? Because under the circumstances I'd sooner have Scrooge McDuck than Cruella Deville. Everyone in the chattering classes loved Julian Assange, until Wikileaks published, Hillary's Emails, The DNC emails and John Podesta's emails. Pizza anyone? How about some al dente pasta with walnut sauce? Where are the jokes? No, the jokes are only forthcoming when they are about the right people and subjects mete for ridicule. Evil, waycist Brexiteers? Fair game. Cultural Marxist academics who've been denied funding to stage the world's first ever Oppression Olympics? That's an outrage! Quick, somebody notify The Guardian. I am a free speech absolutist. I have no desire to silence anybody, though I'm happy to ignore them. The real reason people are walking out of comedy gigs is this: You don't articulate the shadow anymore. You are part of the shadow. The fool has become a cruel archetype who serves a corrupt master. Your jokes fall flat because you aren't joking. You are mocking. Mocking the people you have othered in time honoured Cultural Marxist fashion. And now they know it. So, I hope audiences start to decline. I hope you realise as the late, great Eartha Kitt once said:"When the audience no longer wants you, you're finished." But what would I know? I'm just a cynical old pleb.