Saturday, 12 January 2013

A cliche, Reggie, is like a red rag to a bull to me...


Stinkin' Thinkin'

I'm weighed down with stinkin' thinkin'
Stinkin' thinkin' gets me nowhere

Maybe just not thinking. Maybe just letting others, too lazy to do more than recycle clichés and rubbish make your mind up for you?

Quentin Tarantino has had a rant at a (so called) television journalist who asked him his thoughts on the link between screen and real-world violence. Good for Quentin.

Isn't it the journalists' job to explode myths, provide dissenting voices, offer a different viewpoint? How come so many, and so many paid by licence-payers, are bone idle? How come they just trot out what you could get from the bloke at the bar or the granny at the bus stop?

To throw some grenades at some lined up myths:

No. Screen violence isn't linked to real-world violence. Not one bit. How many people have watched Kill Bill 1 and 2 without taking swords to their enemies? How many have watched Reservoir Dogs without ever pouring petrol over someone and severing their ear while listening to Steeler's Wheel? No doubt the bloke in the dock and his legal team, trying to get off by any means, will tell you that but for the Sam Peckinbah double bill he'd have been at home with his jigsaw puzzle. How retarded do you have to be to swallow that? That bloke in that dock would've done what he did in any case. Sort the people out. Shut up about films, video games, other red herrings.

Stop the cheap alcohol and you won't stop the City centre problems on a Saturday night. Twickenham. Lords. Two sets of fervently partisan supporters, probably 85% of them drunk as you like. Not a hint of anything other than banter. While were at it, the same applies to the lazy and feeble on-pitch / off-pitch behaviour influence thing. When rugby players fight, there's a slight chance of someone getting hurt. If fans followed footballers' examples there'd be a lot of posturing, some flailing arms and absolutely no damage done.

The RSPCA wasted money prosecuting the PM's hunt? The RSPCA spokespeople were treated like pupils with dog-eaten homework by lazy, nasty, bullying journalists. Enough to make listening to the Today programme difficult since. [A lazy, skewed, cheap-shot approach to journalism or A Tribe Called Quest? - I left the radio button in El Segundo].

The question is to the police and the Crown Prosecution Service: how come this and similar cases were thrown out as unwinnable, yet as soon as the RSPCA go it alone they win in court. Are you looking after the toffs or just rubbish at your job? It's one or the other.

The question is to Tony Blair: you openly boast in your unreadable, Tone as the second coming (of Maggie, maybe, mate) book that you deliberately drafted the Hunting Bill so that there were enough grey areas for the practise to continue. We should be claiming your wages back, you jug-eared war criminal.

The question is to every Chief of Police: what are you doing about these rich folk openly breaking the law? Who've you delegated the job to? What else are you turning a blind eye to?

The question is to the Chiefs of Police: it isn't the naughty films, or the naughty cheap beer, it's the people you need to deal with, or is the cover provided just too convenient not to hide behind?

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