Thursday, October 27, 2005

Pride

These Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen-alikes are beginning to make waves here. Still it's the classic chick-and-egg situation - "Look! Everybody! Over here at my story! I've found cute little blonde racist twins!" If the media didn't report this stuff then surely their career would stall before it ever got going. Now, however, a cute 13 year old blonde girl gets to say "We're proud of being white, we want to keep being white. We want our people to stay white … we don't want to just be, you know, a big muddle. We just want to preserve our race." to an infinitely wider audience.

Obviously the media-types are well aware of this - it's not rocket science after all - so they become complicit in exposing people to this crud. They'll say "Don't shoot the messenger", of course, but if you ask the question of who is more guilty of spreading this racist propaganda - the girls and their publishers to their small and already receptive audience or the press to a nationwide and previously ignorant audience - then the answer is pretty clear. Simply ignoring and not publicising this sort of nonsense is not the same thing as censorship.

Their mother sounds like a right silly bitch, though. If you're going to be a parent you should be made go on a course!

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So last night we went to some bar to watch what turned out to be the World Series decider (I've made up my mind - American Football is just more consistently exciting and is infinitely better than egg-chasing, a point I'll be making regularly during Munster's annual "best fans in the world" glorious defeat). Lenny decided to play pool and tried to win the table off the locals. It turns out that Lenny is very handy at the pool (and, modest chap that he is, felt the need to spend most of the night telling me this) and soon he was on a seven game winning streak.
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Some kind of alarm call must have gone out cos the locals were soon getting reinforcements and the local shark was eventually up against Lenny. The local boy had Lenny on the rack soon enough - Lenny had three balls to pot and the other guy only had an easy enough black waiting for him when Lenny fecked up. So what does Lenny do? He plays dirt. He plays bad dirt. He snookers the guy by rolling up behind two of his own balls. Dirty, dirty bastard.
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I went pale - this is not a gentle middle class area - and nowhere in the world is dirt acceptable behaviour (except where Lenny went to college, obviously). A verbal altercation ensued with Lenny insisting that his tactics were perfectly legal "where I come from". Brilliant. Now I'm just as guilty on the grounds of nationality.
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Me: "Lenny, we're not from round here, offer to retake the shot and say you'll go for a pot".
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He refused: "Aww, why should I? I haven't broken the rules...".
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Me (whispered): "You're not playing to the spirit of the game, we're outnumbered and there's no way I'm taking a punch for a lemon like you, NOW FUCKING DO IT."
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So he did. And he lost. It turns out we were both right. The English rules Lenny played to say nothing against rolling up behind a ball, but they've since been superseded by the World Rules, which do.
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Lenny was quiet going home before saying: "Aww, if it was the other way around, I'd stick up for you, d'y'know". "Shut up you muttonhead", I said.
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So last night Lenny hacked me off by trying to get me into a bar brawl.
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