Aversions
A thread of possible interest:
This is followed by a non-trivial observation:
On this latter point, should an example prove helpful, readers may wish to revisit the unconvincing contrivance of Guardian columnist Zoe Williams – specifically, her scolding of those who’d prefer not to have sociopathic neighbours – say, the kinds of creatures who blast out loud music in the small hours, and who, for entertainment, hurl pets from upstairs windows.
An aversion Ms Williams denounced as a “demonisation of the poor,” a project of “extinction,” in which those who’d rather not have their ornaments rattled by another all-night next-door rave, are “trying to shunt people out of society for not being rich enough.”
According to Zoe, those who’d prefer not to be assailed by thunderous basslines at 4am, or to have their evenings enlivened by small, terrified animals falling from the sky, are merely being cruel, “dehumanising,” and needlessly judgemental. For Zoe, the problem with ‘problem families’ is simply that they’re poor, and nothing whatsoever to do with how they choose to abuse their equally poor neighbours.
In the world of our Guardian columnist, we – by which she means you – should be “unstigmatising,” which is to say, non-judgemental. Passive and accepting, on an indefinite basis. A process via which empathy, or feigned empathy, is shifted from the working-class victim of crime and antisocial behaviour to the working-class perpetrator of crime and antisocial behaviour, on grounds that the thug or criminal is in some way being oppressed and, unlike their neighbours, being made to misbehave.
Needless to say, this prompted some lengthy speculation as to how Ms Williams might react, should she wake one morning to find a family of violent morons moving in next door to her:
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As a real-world test of Zoe’s scrupulously progressive worldview, her professed concern for the common man, it would, I think, make for instructive viewing.
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The TV we need.
It would, I think, be quite popular. A ratings smash, as they say.
Elon Musk could buy some of these units and bring in the aliens being dumped into middle-class neighborhoods.
A large part of the housing stock in tony neighborhoods is sub-let anyway, so the sleight of hand should be easy enough to fix.
Back up the renters – and any squatters they invite in – with a legal team.
I think you mean hilarious.
Not my people. That’s all. Simple really. And I would relocate with all due haste.
It would be interesting to see how Thurston and Harper got on with the Murgatroyd brood, all of whom boast Anti Social Behaviour orders.
That. 🎯
Well, the dishonesty, its obviousness, is quite something. And in my proposed reality TV show – Zoe Meets The Murgatroyds – a potential source of some comedy.
And, dare I say it, moments of moral instruction.
Not my people. That’s all. Simple really.
I notice that left-leaning people take great umbrage at that sentiment, thinking we should all like to buy the world a Coke and something must be wrong with you if you just don’t want to be friends . . . unless, of course, it’s the wrong people, like Conservatives. Those people are anathema.
BTW, notwithstanding shrieking girls on TikTok telling me that if I voted for Trump I was not “alllowed” to eat Mexican food on Cinco de Mayo, my favorite cantina in the heart of a red area was enjoying very, very brisk business. I went for the carnitas.
It’s hard not to notice that Zoe and her status-conscious Guardian peers tend to live in neighbourhoods far removed from rough council estates where ‘problem families’ degrade the daily lives of everyone around them. If memory serves, Ms Williams lives in a gentrified part of Camberwell, which boasts a low crime rate, affluent residents, and lots of Georgian architecture. With an average house price well north of half a million.
Well beyond the means of the Murgatroyds, I suspect.
[ Recalls the fate of Tim Eulenspiegel. ]
Glossing over what he means by “poor” or “suburbs”, not a trivial point, there are many places where you can find upscale developments next to areas with mobile homes in various states of repair, both of which are not urban, and the denizens of the latter not “rich”.
As it can be instructive to try and figure out where people are coming from, Mr. Reilly made this statement at a debate in 2016:
Right, Spanish clubs and ethnic food are among the foundations that makes life, “…more interesting and fun…”, with nary a downside.
His X bio also states, “freedom rider”, which is interesting because that happened well before he was born. Hard to take him as a serious person.
[ Recalls the etymological roots of “stigmatize”. Contemplates punishments that would result in stigmata. ]
It scarcely needs pointing out that the Peak District National Park, one of my regular haunts, is usually about as genteel and agreeable as you can get. It’s a place where strangers are likely to say hello, and where if you underestimate the strenuousness of a hike, a passing driver will stop to give you a lift, along with water and some fortifying sweets.
Not an obvious venue for morons armed with ghetto blasters, or morons fighting each other with torn-down branches. Like fucking savages.