If I’m going to make any difference and I’ll be honest I’m not expecting the whole western world to retreat on their Nuclear position here. But, what I would like to provide is some perspective on events in our media. I cannot acutely explain the feeling I get in my chest when I read or hear of ‘developments’ (if that’s the right term) in Aleppo, the largest city in Syria over the last few months. Then in stark contrast I see the vitriol and utter wank pasted across the front of the most popular news sites and red tops.
I live what I think is a fairly normal life, if that is such a thing. I played 5 aside with my mates from work tonight, then after I went out for a couple of beers on my way home. Several years spending weekdays in a hotel have rendered me non-plussed about the social norm of only drinking with friends. I enjoy my own company, no bugger else does. Watching a very average championship game of QPR getting beat by Wolves I garnered some perspective from my news feed. I enjoyed a few pints, chatted to the bar flies then went for some food. This is where I found the inspiration to write this.
I sat down at a table waiting for my food accompanied by a stray copy of ‘The Sun’. Giver of life. Get. Fucked. Someone had discarded it in protest I prayed.
Christ, I don’t know where to begin. Men, women and children. PEOPLE are being tortured, butchered and blown up in a faraway land and this is what is being reported on:
How Sun-backed charity helped Lee Rigby’s boy
Fuck it, Rupert you whopper. Why not use the murder of a soldier to promote your newspaper? Why not? Prey on the hate on the anti-Semitic retaliation. Lucifer will applaud you after all. Prey on the allegiance to our armed forces for your own ends. Self promotion is vulgar. The irony doesn’t escape me posting this on my Facebook page.
3-parent babies on NHS in 2017
Forgive me here but who gives a flying fuck? More importantly is the child healthy? Does someone care for them? Do they have parents that will look after them? Are they no longer going to die of their mitochondria not being able to keep their heart beating. I hope this is all included in the article, I must admit I didn’t read it I didn’t have time my food arrived. But, the biggest carp in the pond has to be this one.
You have really got to start asking questions here. Where in the name of holy fuck have we gone wrong when this is front page news? I get angry. No worse, I am repulsed that people I rub shoulders with everyday vote with their feet and care more about an excuse for a personality getting pregnant than people getting massacred. We live in this world. Why do people sink their heads in the sand? The only answer I can come up with it because the truth hurts. It hurts because it’s easy to talk about a plastic celebrity’s love life with a twenty something year old lad than the fact some sociopath is deliberately starving and attacking innocent civilians to save his own life. Is that really more interesting, more news worthy? That engages people more? Further to this the most powerful nations in the world are supporting this by walking on by.That’s us. We support it because we are passive. We let it happen.
Remember when you get told as a kid. Nothing worth doing is easy. A great lesson isn’t it. Yet we are all guilty of taking the easy road. We don’t donate our time. We don’t donate our resources. We don’t help. What is maybe worse these days is we don’t donate an opinion. We don’t challenge. But, I don’t believe we don’t care. I don’t for one second believe that. We have become desensitised. Disenfranchised. Disgusted, but we are not disturbed? The wool is well and truly obscuring our view.
If our son or daughter, brother or sister, mum or dad was getting persecuted we would care, but they’re not. Pass that Warburtons giant crumpet Maureen and put the kettle on. When did we stop being people? I can’t help think we are not only stagnating but we’re regressing. What has happened to get us here? Power? Money? Capitalism? Consumerism? Fear? Hate? A bit of them all I think. One definite is a selective and short memory?
I’ll give my candid opinion seen as though you have got this far through my drunken ramblings (I salute you).
IT’S HARD. It’s sometimes too fucking hard. Carrying the world on your shoulders is exhausting.
When you start learning about some kid in the Middle East getting their legs blown off or, just being frozen to the bone all day and hungry in the homeless shelter in Doncaster Tent City. It’s hard to comprehend. You don’t want to think. Shit. That could be my kid, my niece, my nephew.
You can’t change the world in a day and you definitely can’t change it by writing unstructured thoughts down on a train ride home after footy, but it’s a start. It’s progress compared to learning what Cheryl’s 20 week scan reveals.
To build on the small changes we can all make by putting ourselves in the shoes of someone else. Challenge beliefs, challenge what has sadly become the social norm. Challenge opinions. We live in the ‘post truth’ world. A world where bigots, misogynists and xenophobes are encouraged to not only express but promote their beliefs across society and are they respected? Worse, they’re being applauded.
They’re entitled to their opinion it’s a free world.
GET. A. GRIP.
People haven’t died on battlefields across our beautiful planet for some racist cunt to think his blueprint for life is acceptable. He or she goes unchallenged. I was in a local last weekend and drinking with a couple of lads who used to play football with my bro when we were growing up. Nice kids. Nice is a weak word apologies Mrs Lee (Year 8 English Teacher). Amicable kids. Friendly. I got in to an argument of one of their friends them because he used Niggers to describe a group of lads in a car beside him at the traffic lights. I had to bite my tongue and leave. I expressed myself in another way I wrote a poem but I was raging. But I was wrong. I should have gone toe to toe with him and bit the cunts fucking nose off because what are we saying if we won’t fight for what is right in society. Yes, I would have got my head kicked in but I bottled it. I will do better.
Challenge. Get angry. Debate. Fight if you have to.
Look where we are. We are staring down the barrel of WW3 (I exaggerate don’t I? Please tell me I’m exaggerating). The majority (the 52%) are being manipulated by the minority. Those that put more value on hate and some on money for what? To live til they’re wrinkly 95 year old tea bag with £100m in the bank, surrounded by like minded fuck-wits.
We can’t let hate win. Peace is a long way from our reality but history attests this has always been the case. We might never get there but let’s try and get close. Sadly we care more about what some chameleon does on prime time TV on a Thursday night (I liked Larry Lamb to be fair, loved Gavin and Stacey) than important events in our community. Syria, America, Brazil YEMEN etc. They are our community. But, Larry Lamb departing the jungle is first in the queue when orphaned children getting murdered from a Russian airstrike supporting a sociopath have to wait for their voice to be heard? Where is the fucking mirror?
We’ve all lost someone. I lost my dad when I was relatively young. Not as young as some. On the 10th of Feb 2003 the world didn’t stop spinning. It did for me and my family but unfortunately life isn’t like that. Life goes on people are devastated and it hurts. That was the devastation of losing one man. Hundreds die daily through hate and we accept it. Think of them and their families, the impact, what this motivates them to do, it gives birth to hate. What’s for tea? change the channel this is depressing. We’re better than this. Let’s learn from our past. Let’s stop standing by letting these atrocities happen. Let’s stop turning the other cheek, let’s fight our corner and if we have to go eye for an eye.
Do yourself a favour don’t read this shit, don’t support it.
#StandWithAleppo #StandWithYEMEN #MoreInCommon
Thank god someone didn’t leave a Daily Mail on that table…