The Importance of Being Idle

Cynical Days!

There's being a journalists strike at the BBC, and its really hitting things pretty badly. The lunchtime news today is an amazingly amateurish offering with terrible camera work and editing, and I have absolutely no clue who the freak reading the news is. They keep switching to the wrong video and sound, the wrong studio... man they're only five minutes in, how the hell are they gonna make it through the rest of it?
I'm about prepared to give up on England though, this place is just getting so depressing. Drunken kids smashed up a childs graveyard in Bolton over the weekend. An awful chav family in Derby has three underage daughters all of whom have given birth (and amazingly named their children Lita, Amani and T-Jay, which isn't even a name) and they're blaming the school for its poor sex education (which is really odd, cos they clearly all know where the bits go) rather than accepting the responsibility themselves. And then there is happy slapping, in which gangs of particularly retarded kids go up to a complete stranger and give 'em a slap (if they're a bloke anyway, they seem to be incapable of restraining the urge to sexually assault women) which they video on their phones... I despair, I really do. Death is, as they say, too good for them.
I guess I'm having a day when all my liberal compassion fails me, although given the sheer overwhelming proliferation of idiocy its not hard to see why, is it? I know this is just the extremes of behaviour that the media has collated in order to paint a picture of a country going wrong, and that most of the country isn't like this at all, but I still cannot help but despair, if only a little.

posted by BadMonkey @ 1:02 PM