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Showing posts with label cultural death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cultural death. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

367: Idiocy wears a balaclava

It's just a bunch of kids. Feral, cocky, aggresive kids. As I left work, at 5.45pm, it was already getting tense in Manchester's Picadilly Gardens. The storm clouds were gathering in the form of gangs in standard issue mob gear of tracksuits, hoodies, and scarves pulled up over faces. They sauntered down the tram track and up the middle of Mosley Street; strength in numbers; revelling in the looks of disgust they prompted from decent working and shopping people. Word had already spread that windows were being smashed in Market Street, and this group were walking away from there.

A commentator on the BBC (it was Nigel Nelson, not that it matters) has just claimed that "obviously people don't riot if they are happy, if they are content". (They might not have been the exact words, but they were to that effect.) As I see it though if these rioters are discontented that is no fucking excuse for anything. Oh, you poor, poor discontented under-class. I hope your new HD TV helps ease the pain you are feeling - the terrible discontent; organised using your BlackBerry Smartphones, and expressed by tearing apart the country that gives you free education, health-care, job seekers allowance, child benefit, council housing, democracy, national emergency services... Oh no, you're feeling discontented – awww, diddums.

I have no money, a part-time job I struggled to get after months of unemployment (which came after months in the most unbearably awful job),and bearly enough to pay the rent and bills with hardly any left to buy food or clothes. All of these things are at worst a minor convenience – we live in luxury, and for that should thank our democracy, our police, our fire service, our NHS, our councils, our schools. With perspective there is very little to be discontent about. Yes, times have been better, and they might get a little bit worse. But so what – you will not die of malnutrition or easily treatable disease, your home will not be bombed, you will not be imprisoned without trial for speaking against the government.

These looters are discontent (if indeed they are) about only having two massive TVs, not having enough government handouts to spend every day boozing and taking speed from 10am, having to potty train their own kids, not being able to punch themselves in the face without it hurting – every thing is down to greed, laziness and stupidity. They are an underclass of their own making. If you swear every other word, you will probably not pass a job interview; but don't blame that on anyone but yourselves. It might also help if you stopped shaving your skull and started breathing through your nose.

Back to Nigel Nelson's comment about not rioting if they are happy. Well, these rioters looked pretty fucking happy to me; they were having a great time – brainlessly showing off to the dumb bints that seem to cheering at the sidelines of every peice of news footage (listen to these fucking idiots), stomping around like they own the place – Woohoo, we can do what we want, duuuh. Last thought: if anyone is still trying to put the blame for starting this on the police for shooting that Duggan fella, so what if the IPCC says there was no evidence that he fired first. Are the police only to shoot in retaliation? Should they not have the right to shoot the lawbreaker with the gun (even if it turns out to be a replica) before he shoots them?

I love Manchester and I love the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. I love the rich mixture of cultures, heritage and history from all over the world that has made us the civilised, advanced, and exciting place we are today. I don't want it ruined by these little shits, and I'm sure you don't either. If you know anyone involved in looting or rioting then tell the police. Don't hesitate, do it now. Don't start with any shit about being a grass, or start with pretentious questions about the Orwellian nature of informing on your neighbours. The clean-up starts in Manchester Picadilly at 9am tomorrow. Be there to help restore Manchester, and to add your number to the peaceful protest against the destruction.

Manchester City Council twitter - http://twitter.com/#!/ManCityCouncil
Greater Manchester Police twitter - http://twitter.com/#!/gmpolice
Riot Clean-up Manc twitter - http://twitter.com/#!/RiotCleanUpManc

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Addendum
I received the following email in response to the above angry rant.  I reproduce it here, with permission from the author, to add a touch of much needed balance:

I think your latest blog is your most ill-informed, ill-considered right-wing rant yet. These riots have stirred up a lot of strong feeling throughout England and the usual knee-jerk reaction is to condemn the rioters and look for punishment and/or vengence. While, of course, all law-abiding citizens should condemn criminality, a more mature and civilised view is to examine the causes rather than focus solely on the effects.

The trigger for this unrest was a problem in London between the Met Police and locals. The Met is an organisation that has recently been proven to be endemically racist and corrupt. There is a perception that its officers do not treat all citizens equally. Is there room for doubt here? I don't know enough about the triggers that sparked the disturbances in other cities to comment on them.

As someone who lived through inner city rioting, I know that its wrong to jump to assumptions and conclusions regarding their causes, participants or purpose. When rioting started in Belfast in my childhood the UK Government's reaction was to imprison (without trial) every male over the age of 18 who was in any way suspicious - internment. This is particularly pertinent as the anniversary of that decision was yesterday. I witnessed normal law-abiding young people turn from happy-go-lucky teenagers into violent stone- and bottle-throwing thugs as a direct result of this 'strong' decision by the Government. The rest, as they say, is history. To punish the participants in the rioting and looting without considering the causes is naive at best and dangerous at worst. The causes will not go away.

To dismiss the participants as stupid, dole-grabbing, heavy-drinking, drug-taking 'shits' without any evidence to support this view is wrong. Why not wait and see who appears in court? I guarantee that most will be good citizens who never did anything wrong before - employed people, students, schoolkids, etc.

There's also a danger in putting all your trust in the 'establishment'. If there is doubt about the integrity of a major police force - to the extent that people were willing to take to the streets in protest immediatley - it warrants investigation. Again, history has proved this. In the 70s we were told that the rioters were terrorists and the police were the good guys. Again, history has proved that, in fact, the 'good guys' were just as bad and, in some cases, worse than the 'terrorists'.

Finally, if the rioters had a grievance against the police, who would they normally turn to? Politicans? Look at UK politicians. The expenses scandals alone should be enough to show that there are very few who can be trusted. And they got away with it! Maybe some people are thinking 'if the politicans are in it for what they can get, we should look after ourselves'?

You may dismiss this as middle-class liberalism but I think you should consider how people will react to what you post. While I understand the anger you and others may feel when you see your city being torn apart by thugs, I think there are wider issues to be considered here - don't get me started on 'free' education, the NHS - which has been under sustained attack by every government in my lifetime, the bankers getting away with blue murder, etc.



EDIT:
England Riots: The personal cost, The Guardian

Friday, April 22, 2011

271: Good morning, good mourning, Good Friday.

Got a bit of blogging to catch up with this morning.  The last two nights I have been out and about with Blank Media Collective; last night was at the opening of our current external exhibition, and Wednesday was at greenroom for the launch of Who’s Laughing Now (our final exhibition at greenroom).  As many of you probably know greenroom has been at the centre of arts innovation and promotion in Manchester for the last 28 years.  Following the cuts it is no longer part of ACE’s National Portfolio, and will be closing its doors in May.  We are all saddened by this news and I will soon be dedicating some posts to them.

My good buddy Mr. Ralph (of Bab Kubwa) came down to greenroom to film the building, and last night I interviewed John Leyland and Mark Devereux of BMC for their thoughts and feelings about greenroom.  We will be editing this together into a short video tribute to greenroom.  Also the unedited audio of John, Mark and myself might make a nice podcast/audio download.  John and Mark had some great memories about greenroom, and gave a touching insight into why it means so much to people.  There were tears.

So anyway, the last two nights of gallivanting have resulted in my returning home jolly, “exhausted” and jolly tired, and therefore not feeling particularly bloggilicious.  Now I’m feeling a tad rusty.  It’s a bank holiday (I think they are killing Jesus today), so there are no builders banging around to provide fuel for my scornful fire.  Why can I not think of anything to blog about?  What could I possibly write about today, the day when a billion blood-cultists celebrate the human sacrifice of a cocky magician, by having the day off work?  Fuck me, Christianity is a morbid, sordid little fetish club!

I think I’ve found the theme for at least one of today’s catch-up posts: coming soon (within the next hour or so), some thoughts on Good Friday and all that it entails.  I’ll speak no more about it for now, because I don’t want to waste any amusing turns of phrase, or vicious little rants.  I ought to be tidying the flat; we have visitors this weekend, and I want it to look nice, plus I have plans to cook a beef brisket on Sunday.  Blah blah blah.  Let’s call this post a day and get on with the rest of our lives.  Laterz.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

239: fun fun fun fun... does not compute

It really is the ultimate Ohrwurm; an earworm so compulsive that it threatens to break down the edifice of sanity I have so carefully constructed.  It is more robotic and soulless than Kraftwerk performing Autobahn with T-1000 on drum machine and Robert Kilroy-Silk and David Cameron singing harmonies.  A bizarre anomaly; it has its own Wikipedia page, even though the singer doesn’t (EDIT: she does now).  Is it a statistical blip of a low point, or a plotted course on the unstoppable downward trajectory of popular culture? 

My niece is three years old; does this song represent a possible future where all music is this cheap and idiotic and yet so impossible to unstuck from ones poor tormented mind.  In ten years time is this sort of thing all that my niece will listen to?  Is it a calculated step in the alien invasion, designed to render us all blithering babbling wibblers, reducing us to the mental age of 10 and preventing us from appreciating anything requiring consideration or intelligence?  Only compulsively addictive mechanical repetitions of words like partyin’, fun and yeah will be considered worthwhile creative endeavours, and all of art and science will falter and collapse.

Neo-RuinsHisaharu Motada

According to Wikipedia it took only one week for the YouTube video to leap from 3,000 hits to over 18 million.  That is a terrifying increase.  Hopefully it will plateau, because a continued increase at such a dangerous speed would surely hasten the collapse of civilisation.  If it continues soon its propagation will become the Western world’s motivating factor.  It will replace all national anthems.  All aid and charity work in the developing world will cease.  As will all military action against terrorist organisations and oppressive regimes.  These will be replaced by ensuring that all the world, especially people without ready access to YouTube, will succumb to the terrible psychological torment of internally repeating It’s Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday....

a rich idiot, yesterday
Hip hop and pop have both struggled against idiocy, childishness and cheapness within their ranks, and this song does more damage to both of their respective reputations than could be done by a thousand millennia of 50 Cent lyrics and Katy Perry melodies.  Why now does every pop song need a nonsensical rap shoehorned into the latter half of its allotted three minutes, no matter how inappropriate.  Who is the weird old man rapping about overtaking a school bus, and just what the hell does he think he is playing at?

This article at OK! Magazine sets the tone for all future levels of media coverage.  Soon all “Breaking News” around the world will be dictated by the twitter account of our malevolent alien overlord.  War in the Middle East, famine in Africa and natural disaster in Asia will slowly disappear from our collective consciousness to be replaced with the pointless ummings and ahhings of children – kickin’ in the front seat, chillin’ in the back seat, gotta make my mind up, which seat can I take?  Just sit the fuck down.  I’m sorry master I spoke out of turn, please don’t make any more songs, please, no no NOOOOOO