The point at which the grownups have to step in.
Silence is one of those things you don’t hear much about. For a lot of people, it’s unbearable, so they make lots of useless and strident noise just to fill it, but the vast majority of people who’ve got better things to do with their life quickly tune them out. It’s a signal to noise ratio thing. You naturally listen to the noisemakers for a certain amount of time out of a sense of common politeness, but after a while and after failing to discern any coherent signal coming out of all that noise, you just tune them out.
A judgement has been made – the noisemakers are more into style than substance, and whatever the issue is that they’re being so passionate about is largely an irrelevance to most ordinary people’s lives. We’ve all met the types. They’re easy to spot. Forever screaming criticism from the sidelines without offering a single practical solution to whatever problem, real or imagined, that they’re being so vocal about.
People listen, indulge them for a while and after that ignore them because they’re seen as not being important to an ordinary person’s life. Essentially, you know they’re spoilt brats who’d run a mile from being made responsible for anything. Being a vocal armchair critic is so much easier.
The point about the noisemakers being ignored by working people while they get on with their lives, is that it leaves a vacuum which is pandered to by thick politicians, because they interpret the silence on the sane part of the sane segment of the population as conferring some sort of tacit approval on whatever patently idiotic policy will tease a few votes out of the noisemakers who despite all the noise, tend to be too lazy to get off their arse to actually turn out for a vote but are great at protesting whatever the result of their non-participation in the democratic process has produced, because it gives them a chance to act out like the irresponsible brats they actually are.
It’s a sort of parent child relationship with the noisemakers being thought of as the children stubbornly digging their heels in against ever growing out of adolescence, and the rest of us grownups who know the world will never work according to their fondly held delusions, because it has these variables called people in it, some of who don’t give a shit about any of your grand theories about how virtuously you think everyone else should be acting.
The vast majority of people are decent, but there’s always a certain percentage of animals in the population who know how to take ruthless advantage of the fashionable opinions of liberal white trash self-emasculated by their own conjured up guilt they’d like everyone else to take a full body bath in. Like all predators, the animals go for the weak, never the strong, and play on the cupidity of such idiots like virtuoso violinists.
But when you see brutality, barbarity and a raucous chorus of open the city gates and welcome the barbarians into our midst, you have to step in. Sweden has already fallen to an invited in rape culture, Germany looks to be tottering on the brink of going the same way. Mainland Europe is in a war. All the red flares are going up into the night sky and being ignored, but as usual it’s the hardy natives offshore of the whole invasion who’re making a stand.
A president more concerned about transgender toilets in the schools we entrust our children to than any real problems. An establishment rush to grovel down before a minority religion that says it’s okay to beat women and mutilate the sex organs of girls before they’ve even reached puberty so only a man can enjoy an orgasm during the act of sex. I don’t care what particular religion it is, it’s wrong. Wrong is wrong.
Bending the knee to cultures that haven’t moved an inch in six centuries while in the meantime we’ve put men on the moon and are now looking at Mars. Forbidding people to show signs of their Christian faith while bending over backwards to accommodate barbaric rituals and mores that properly belong in the middle ages. Even the mother church in Rome represented by a shameful apologist arsehole has started to grovel.
If you’ve followed this blog for a while, you know I write trying my best to be honest; showing both the joys and the scabby bits of the world and occasionally of me. Perhaps inadvisably so. It’s a conversation with you and I’ve no idea of you. I’ve no defined image, no figure of you beyond a mind’s eye thing – it’s just me talking into the void and hoping.
You may have a really good swinging dick or a come to me fragrant vagina, your ass may be black or white or any of those hotly-disputed shades in between. I don’t give a damn about the gender of whom you choose to take to your bed nor which church you attend. I really don’t.
I choose not to be shoe horned into all that identity bollocks politics, so I try to speak across those artificial boundaries and directly to the sane, and so many people in the aforementioned categories fall into that group.
The time has come; patience has been exhausted.
Enough is enough. You want that broken dysfunctional world that’s been broken for centuries, then bloody-well relocate your asses over there. We’re happy with this one. We are in a war and you better sort out which side you’re on; the noisemakers who support people putting heads on fences or the sane decent people of civilisation.
A deliberately leaked conversation with president elect Reagan was about the embassy hostage crisis with Iran at the arse end of the biblically weak Carter presidency. What was he going to do about it? “I’ll give them five days, and then we invade.” The hostages Carter had been agonising about for months were freed within twenty-four hours of Reagan’s inauguration.
Bullies respond to nothing but greater force, and then they grovel at your feet like the cowards they always were. That’s all they understand. The only thing the thickos understand. You indulge them, they’ll fuck you over even more.
When the silent majority have spoken in their election booths, no amount of screeching, wailing, rending of garments or pulling your hair out by the noisemakers is going to reverse that. That is the essential difference between the ephemeral and the more considered mentalities in our societies. The former are mayflies, quick to become impassioned about something and just as quick to forget about it and move on to a new issue to become inflamed about, while the latter are very slow to forgive.
Whatever happened to the thousands who turned out in Copenhagen to save the Earth? They’ve disappeared and there’s no trace of them now.
Whatever happened to those who knew it was all just a cynical scam and fought against it through all those wilderness years? We’re still here, and we’ve not forgotten the excesses of that time, nor the guilty individuals who were perpetrators of those excesses. The unforgiving angel of revenge is coming at you, and we all know how good that dish tastes. Our day has come, and we will eat that dish with relish.
One good hard jerk on the reins will always civilise the noisemakers, because they have no stamina and it reminds them of where their money comes from.
I see celebrities saying terrible things against democratically made decisions and by implication the people who voted for it, and add them to my personal shit list. When I hear them stand up in front of a crowd and talking about blowing up the White House or reading aloud an ever so sensitive poem about President Trump committing incest with a daughter, a Jane Fonda line has been crossed and there’s no way back from that one.
From then on, whatever movies they are in, I won’t go and see. Whatever music they’re making, I won’t buy it. Whatever product they’re endorsing, I cross off the shopping list. Whatever show they’re invited on to promote their latest money-spinner, I won’t watch. Whatever the bloody thing they have any involvement with whatsoever, it will never have any access to my wallet or my household. Ever.
I’d encourage you to do the same.
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