Irony Overload at the Ministry of Truth

Why George Orwell is returning to the BBC

 

 

Newspeak Rules OK.

 

 

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People’s Opinions Are Unimportant

Wait, What?

Free speech absolutist decries people having an opinion?

Not at all.

But in the grand scheme of a news report on TV or in a newspaper or online versions of either, including the reaction(s) of some random on social media is not important in the slightest.

People’s reactions to a story, any story are not conducive to relaying what THE NEWS actual is, what the facts actually are.

Quoting the public is two-fold disingenuous; it makes it look relevant and up-to-date as the old media behemoths stumble and lose viewers to the online world, and it tries to fool the viewing public into thinking they actually care about people’s thoughts and opinions.

It has been going on for some time now, that’s why some many news anchors always chime in with their opinions, because news has lost all its objectivity.

It’s all reactive and therefore about reactions and very little, if anything is factual.

On with the speculation…

 

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No, I Don’t #BelieveYou

First off an apology, for the title, which is clearly click-bait.

Secondly, because of the hysterical times we live, a proviso, which I shouldn’t have to make but have to and need to, to state to those who don’t read past a title and a few lines; rape and sexual assault is wrong. They are horrible, barbaric acts and all perpetrators should be pursued to the full extent of the law.

But to believe anyone who comes forward with a tale of rape or assault and pointing the finger at an assailant does not have the automatic right to “belief.”

Or, more pertinently, the alleged assailant is also afforded the equal amount of “belief” to them if they deny the accusation.

In this current climate an accusation is all it takes to get someone fired from their position of employment.  Not “suspended, pending further investigation” but sacked.

The twitter frenzy and the surrounded hashtags create witch-hunt, mob mentality that seems to trump the rule of law and also basic common sense.

Harvey Weinstein is probably a degenerate scumbag, who abused his position and power to physically abuse numerous others but the man is allowed a fair trial and as each allegation is published and every reaction is apparently justified the chances of finding a jury of his peers not prejudice enough to give him a fair trial gets more remote by the day.

Any defence lawyer worth their salt could quite easily search through a prospective juror’s social network for posts and all they need find is something as naive, lame and stupid as #IBeliveYou and they need never be called for jury duty again.

How would you ever hope to convict anyone of a serious crime, one that has made headlines, if everyone is automatically going to believe the alleged victim.

And it is not a question of NOT believing the alleged victim, it is simply trying to be the detached human being we generally are when it comes to events in the lives of random strangers.

The only reactions to a crime that matter are that of the police, the courts and other law enforcement bodies.

I always remember this from 2009…

Harriet Harman today promised a “systematic” review of the way that rape cases are dealt with as she launched a new bid to raise the conviction rate for sex attackers

It always struck me as rather sinister language.  Yes it is right to treat all alleged victims with respect and a certain amount of kid gloves, but from the language used its as though everyone accused just “got away with it,” QED; all accused are guilty, we must increase the conviction rate, even at the expense of actual justice.

This piece isn’t about victim blaming if that is what you are feeling right now, far from it.  If the accused can not get a fair trial because of the reaction of everyone numpty online, then the accuser is going to be a victim a second time.

So the cycle continues and the denigration of basic common sense and reason continues unabated.

 

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Life – Its Just Space Between Chippy Teas

There is nothing so great a the Friday night chippy tea, a sign that the working week has ended and the weekend starts now.

This assumes that most people still work a standard 9-5, Monday to Friday week. Oh and that you know that tea is the evening meal in this instance, not the drink.

Breakfast, dinner, tea – that is how it goes, with supper being a post bed snack. You can throw in elevenses if you wish.

Breakfast, lunch, dinner – that is how some others refer to it but these are the type of people that probably order “lightly- battered” fish and they deserve to never be indulged.

Fun fact, the more batter the healthier the fish is as the less oil that gets to it, so if you don’t want too much batter in your diet just eat less of it.  Don’t order it with less and then became a bit distressed that you have to wait while 5 normal people are served before you because “we’re still waiting on your fish.”

I’m blessed with an inordinate amount of chip outlets near me, even all the Chinese takeaways do a fairly good stab at it and whereas the chips and peas are good, the fish is pants but that is OK because I’m a pie, pudding and/or sausage person at this time of the week.

I’m not going to bore you with a load of local slang terms for the food you can get a chip shops, it serves no one in the long run and it just cultural appropriation.

The closest chippy to me did the most wondrous thing recently and decided to open in the evenings every day (except Sundays), I’ve yet to have chippy every day yet but I will build up to that.  I’ve not attempted it yet, not because of some health reason but because the Friday night chippy tea is still a special event for me.

The amount of cars parked outside the chip shop is a usually a fair indication of the queuing status.  As is watching people parking up, leaving and walking.  Each act done with an misplaced, increased level of stress that chips should not really cause as each character tries desperately to get into the chip shop, get home to eat, or beat the other foot soldiers who also valiantly increase their walking pace to get higher up in the queue.

One thing I’ve never learnt, how you wrap up left over chips they way they were presented to you originally.  The wrapping style associated with chip shop paper is like unfolded origami, it makes little sense with just a creased, 2-D piece of slightly fatty paper looking back at you.

The good thing is its now the weekend, which means dinner time chippy.

 

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Stick & Stones May Break My Bones But Names…

…Get you reported to the police…

Then again…there is this

Which is what happens when you conflate free speech with abuse and couple it with the ill-defined Orwellian phrases like “hate speech” and “hate crime”

 

It’s a short post, you know where I stand, its part of a larger problem and something I might dig into over time like so many others but for now.

 

Reals before Feels…

 

A cunt is a cunt regardless…

 

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Street Food, with added Chlorinated Chicken

It is quite understandable, the faux hysteria that surrounds Liam Fox and his chlorinated chickens.

The Tory and Trump’s America are the big bads of the world, the EU super state the glorious saviour of civilisation as we know it.  Well it is if your world is filled only with the BBC, Guardian, Independent, Buzzfeed and Twitter.

We know this truth to be self-evident: chlorine on chickens = bad; chlorine washed pre-packed salads and veg = oh, we forgot about that.

Anecdotally and to compliment my recent straw man pieces I have recently started doing always done I seem to recall a piece of news about what counted as organic eggs.  So long as they reached you covered in feathers and shit they could be classed as organic (among an obvious litany of other regulations they must meet).  However if one were to wash that shit off them, then they couldn’t be classed as such. Meh, who cares an egg is an egg.

The Co-Operative food store you to love to say how all the egg containing products contained free-range eggs.  It’s great to pick up a pre-packed Chicken Mayonnaise sandwich to find that the chickens laying the eggs were free range.  The chickens that provided the meat however, no mention of their freedom. Meh, who cares a chicken is a chicken.

Which brings me on to Street Food. Or rather the culturally appropriated and probably whole-heartedly racist version that the UK gets treated to.

We all love a bit of street food; small, start-up businesses selling good quality, wholesome products using local ingredients to produce a wide range of cuisines from around the world. It’s all so wonderfully inclusive.

If you are one of those that can afford street food at restaurant prices.  We’re going to charge you the earth but not even have the good grace to give you a seat.  Still I suppose if you can afford to fly to and holiday in the Far East and have real and cheap and proper street food there, then I suppose it all evens out.

In all this clamour for street food one thing I have noticed that has got lost is the origin of all the ingredients.  In a country where regulations have put a greater emphasis on what allergens foodstuffs contain, former buzz words like organic, and free-range have fallen by the wayside.

I suppose if you’re paying top whack for a triple bacon, double burger with 3 types of cheese and harissa mayo you’d just assume everything ticked all the clear conscience boxes. I mean, why would anyone wish to increase their profit margin by using cheaper products to bring you a more expensive item.

But it’s OK, this burger is the best burger you’ve ever had.

Now all we need is to find meat replacements and we can leave all the sheep, cows, pigs and chickens to roam freely in peace and to become extinct naturally with no one to tend and care for them.

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