I’m A Nazi, I Drink Your Milkshake But I Wouldn’t Even Rape You

Truth be told, I’ve never actually seen “There Will Be Blood” from with the milkshake reference is taken from.

And I’m definitely not a Nazi.

And I not comfortable with using rape in any other context other than a discussion about rape.

But that is just me, whether comfortable or uncomfortable if someone wants to us rape as an analogy, or in a humorous way then have at it.

I’ve been watching the YouTuber known as Sargon of Akkad for sometime, even before he sent his infamous tweet; for those who don’t know the reference the you can view all Sargon’s videos at his account here but to summarise a female UK MP for the Labour party made rather, in the nicest way I can put it, off-colour and childish remarks and actions (fake laughing) at a proposal to discuss men’s mental health and suicides.  It is quite possible that she made an honest mistake and got the wrong end of what was being proposed and for the sake of being magnanimous I will give her the benefit of the doubt.

Because of her interpreted crass behaviour and doing what all shit lords do in order to get a reaction, Sargon tweeted at the MP “I wouldn’t even rape you”

It can be interpreted many ways, it is quite clever when you think about it and to me that is a statement of non-intent but it takes some mental gymnastics to argue that it is a threat to actually rape.  Unless just saying rape out of context is akin to actual rape, which is nonsense.  Anyway ss I stated at the start, it isn’t something I’m personally, particularly comfortable with but I agree that you can use it in the context of a joke, as Carlin does below (then goes on to do a bit that I don’t find humorous, still comedy is subjective).

 

Sargon got his reaction and then everyone went on their way a few hours later, as is the general carry on with social media outrage.

This was at least 3 years ago and as Sargon is now standing for UKIP as an MEP it is apparently now fit for the police to investigate the tweet and to question (BBC link) “how a person who wrote the comments online was allowed to run to be an MEP”

The term “malicious communications” is another wonderfully, open-ended Orwellian charge that can be used to shut down opponents or at least extract money from the unfortunate.

In my opinion Jess Philips (the MP in question) is not an honest actor, she has shown herself time and again to be, at the very least inconsistent and in general just a hypocrite when it comes to dealing with bullying, abuse and misogyny.  She portrays herself as a tough and ready to rumble woman but will happily play the victim when it is advantageous.

Having said that, I obviously never condone abuse, physically or verbally, of anyone, politician or not.

What classifies as abuse is an ever shifting window (all hail the Overton), whereby a simple disagreement can be interpreted as abuse just, well just because it is a disagreement.

It does depend who you are talking to, most normal people like discussion like that, well contested and even with the odd insult thrown in and then there are those that if you have any sort of differing opinion to them then you are a Nazi.

And with all that said, this brings us to Tommy Robinson.

Tommy Robinson is again for me, not an honest actor.  He and Jess Philips are two sides of the same coin, the only difference and it is a big difference, is that Robinson has criminal convictions to his name (and a posh sounding real name that everyone who hates him just loves to keep repeating for some reason).

Last week, Robinson was doing a tour of some towns in the UK, as he too is standing to be an MEP and during his time out in the streets he was hit with numerous milkshakes.  You can probably find the footage online.

Now the instinctive reaction of myself is to laugh when anyone gets hit with any food item.  I’m not a fan of the wastage of food but for comedic value (and to a lesser extent a very strong hint at political dissatisfaction) it is acceptable on that level.

Legally though it is probably assault.

Well, if you are the right kind of person or politician, or person standing to be an elected official.  If you’re Robinson, you’ll just have to wear it well and hope you’re not lactose intolerant as somehow the people that threw the milkshakes become the victim.

It’s like Covington, UK style.

 

I don’t know, the pre-social media age of politics was such a less divided time to witness.

 

 

Which takes us round full to circle to Jess Philips who said she would (Guardian) “knife Jeremy Corbyn in the front” which of course is a paraphrase of well know saying and also, well a malicious communication.

 

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Identity, Offence and a Hitler Clock…

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This is my Hitler clock…

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Much like Nazism, it doesn’t work but is certainly striking to look at.  It was made by a French man so I think we can forget about puns about German efficiency…that comes later in this piece.

Of course if you are offended by this because you think it glorifies our little toothbrush-moustached Austrian (by birth) dictator then that is your business, I’m of the opinion it mocks him.

Then again some people are offended by the Swastika without appreciating it’s history and significance to others completely devoid of any relation to the Nazis.

 

I never knew either of my granddads but was always fascinated by the story of one of them and its relation to personal identity.

Walter was from Bohemia and he was fluent in 4 languages; German, English, French and Czech.

Bohemia (where the Rhapsody is from) is currently in the Czech Republic (formed 1993, or as Sporcle now insists its referred to as, Czechia), though during my grandfather’s birth it was part of Germany (making him German by birth) but then, from 1918, part of Czechoslovakia following the carving up of Europe after the First World War.  It was then part of the Sudetenland that was annexed back to Germany in 1938.

 

Then the Second World War happened.

 

Apart from being in the midst of the Nazi Empire my grandfather and his family also had the rotten luck of being Jewish.

 

Papers, please.

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Being of some standing and right before they were stripped of all their possessions, they were at least given the chance to get away with their lives, provided they could prove that someone (I assume in a then neutral country) was willing to support them and prove that they could, hence the document below.

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How and when my granddad left Bohemia I don’t know, I’ve heard via Italy but it isn’t really important other than the fact that rather than getting to America he wound up in England and joined the British Army.

Fun Fact: he helped teach media-baron in-waiting Robert Maxwell how to speak English (apparently Maxwell had a very good ear).

 

“As an online discussion grows longer, the probability of a comparison involving Nazism or Hitler approaches 1″.

– Mike Godwin, 1990 (Godwin’s Law).

The above “law” doesn’t just apply on-line, it is a go-to comparison of the mentally lazy who not only report & comment on the news but also those that lead countries.

We are currently living in a world where people are obsessed with defining themselves; be it gender, race, religion, sexuality, political leanings, class, nationality, diet, weight, height, general appearance, the list is as endless as the list of people ready to get offended at the slightest utterance of anything that seemingly disparages any of these things.

It is a world obsessed with itself, a world of narcissism. People so desperate to identify as something end up creating divisions in their own minds, thinking themselves open-minded, they really are as narrow-minded as those they think they are the antithesis of.

 

 

What you drink probably makes you Hitler too.

 

Hitler is/was, sadly, neither the be all or the end all of all that is or has been evil in the world.  These modern despots and murderous terrorists are so much of a world away from the person with an opinion or a comment you disagree with and the choice language that may come with it, that it is a sign of how laughable things have become that this distinction even needs to be made.

 

My grandfather was lucky in a way, reaching the UK and being able to start a family and have a relatively normal life up until his death.

Emma and Amalie lives however ended in Auschwitz, their names now in the list the adorns the walls of the Pinkas Synagogue in Prague.

 

For the record, my other grandfather was, at the very least, a descendant of an Orangeman, but that is probably another story.

 

Thanks for reading.