The news is on, BBC. I haven’t seen it in ages and now I know why.
A completely unrelated story focuses on a man with an England tattoo on his forearm. He’s done nothing wrong other than to offer some first hand evidence. Yet that evidence has already been doubted by the production crew, the BBC, the self importance of Television.
The crime of ink stained skin being a point of focus before he’s even opened his mouth.
It doesn’t matter what you have to say, what you’ve done, where you’ve been, what battle you’ve served in or what college you’ve been to. If you’ve dared to decorate yourself then you’re a potential point of interest for the revolting chattering classes.
I don’t know what upsets me most about the pointing with knowledge, and the sneering smiles of contempt. It could be the blatant snobbery of it all, but it’s probably that all important knowing of middle class smug.
One things for sure, news has never been more blatant with its condescension towards anyone that dares anything other than to aspire to the tedium of Graduate normality.
On the contrary, you people with cameras and clip boards make me fucking sick.