Musing on the existential societal disaster that is
cancel culture, wokeism, or whatever else the supposed ‘progressives’ would
have it, my mind set to imagine how the world in which I grew up would fare in
this particular war. One of the apparent aims of the limp, lukewarm army of
social justice activists might be to suck every last drop of joy from life.
If you are unfortunate enough to be a white male today you often
feel you are to blame for every evil thing in the world. Without even trying
you can offend so many nouveau sensitivities before breakfast that you feel you
should be handing yourself in to the authorities. “And while we’re on the subject,
your Honour, I would like the following charges to be taken into account: The
Crusades, apartheid, climate change, pollution, the Poor Laws. Oh, and all that
disgusting racist science.
There isn’t a cultural area in which what once passed for
amusement or entertainment or history or the passing on of knowledge would not now
be dissected under the scalpel of sour-faced miserablism. Everything you ever
laughed at would now be a hate crime, everything you admired is now racist, misogynistic,
transphobic… or originated in slavery. Today’s kids are actively been taught to
despise our history.
Id’ love to see what would be made of the Tonga Song by Flanders
and Swann:
You have to wonder where it ends. Is this a trend that has run its course, with every new claim now becoming more risible? Or is the capacity for more offence seeking just as voracious as ever, with children reporting their parents to the thought police in ever increasing numbers each year. Are we to see punishment beatings, show trials, public shaming? Bugger that, I’m off to Tonga!
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