Saturday 20th 2014.
Wings Over Scotland and Derek Bateman separately report on the BBC’s batshit insane (imho, etc etc) coverage of the odious George Square riots, whereby the destruction, by crowing Union Jack waving ultra British Nationalists, of a peaceful, powerful and positive pyrrhic celebration by “the losers”, is evidence of:
“heated views on both sides”
I mean, ugh. There is a point (and the BBC reached it a long time ago) where an unshakeable but misguided devotion to “balance” results in causing massive, massive offence to anyone on the side of Good (if you have difficulty with this concept – respect difference of views, live in a way that promotes social justice, and don’t drag a crying woman 3 feet across tarmac while she wails and desperately holds onto the flag you’re yanking out of her grasp, laughing all the time, you ****ing Neanderthal).
And that’s when it happens.
Sitting there, reading about state-sponsored misinformation on the most high-profile ultra right atrocity to hit Scottish tarmac in years, I suddenly realise:
“After last night, I see more cause for shame in my long-ago summer apprenticeship for the BBC, than I do in my double-digit career in **major UK bank**”.
BOOM. Who saw that one coming?? Not me mate, that’s for ruddy certain.
Ecerything that follows – a non-anonymised flurry of Tweets, a giddy escape from the grief of the last two days, my unexpected but proud joining of the Scottish Greens on Monday (anonymity in numbers, eh?), this blog, this post, and the 15 or so I’ve already planned in my head – stems from that. And, dear reader, you’ll never know just how freeing it is to be able to freely state that.
Onwards and upwards, chaps.