A Nation of Wimps

Political correctness has inevitably dragged us down to a level where our forebears would regard us as a nation of mincing softies lacking any kind of courage or backbone. We can't be far off the end game now. We have the sorry situation where the British Army is targeting gays and ethnic minorities because the army should be 'representative of the current demographic'. Bullshit. I don't care about the army representing the current populace, I just want the best army possible to defend our country be that 100% white, black, gay or heterosexual. We should be recruiting the very best not targeting those we misguidedly believe to be under represented.

Meanwhile the peasants on social media are targeting Ann Widdecombe with pitchforks at the ready and no doubt a pyre prepared ready to burn the heretic. Her sin? She declared her belief that Prince Harry's bride to be would be trouble for the royal family with her background. Fair enough if that's what you believe. But the peasant uprising was triggered by cries of racism. Yes, our old friend racism has reared its head yet again for no apparent reason other than the racial obsession of the politically correct. Markle describes herself as being mixed race as her mother has a shot of African in her ancestry somewhere. So in these strange times in which we live criticising somebody who describes themselves as mixed race is racism. But all intelligent, rational people know it isn't.

What started me on this post was actually a radio programme I heard last week when driving from Lancashire to Sussex. It was the Jeremy Vine Show on BBC Radio 2. Yes, I know, I should have swapped channels but it was my equivalent of rubber necking as I pass a terrible accident, it was so bad I had to carry on and couldn't bear the idea of switching channels. When I was studying for my degree there was an option to study TV and film history which I resisted for a long time thinking it was the History (my degree) equivalent of media studies. In the end I gave in and really enjoyed studying films such as The Battleship Potemkin and TV series such as Play For Today. TV and film really are excellent pointers to the times in which they were made and the prevailing cultural and political environment. Last week's radio experience says everything about our new status as a nation of wimps, in years to come people will be shocked at how we let this happen to us.

First up was a woman called Clare Pooley, aka 'Sober Mummy'. If I told you she thought that shortening her pseudonym to 'SM' was a little racy you may get an idea where this is going. Apparently she is an internet phenomenon after giving up booze and blogging about it prior to finally leaving her alias behind and writing a book under her real name. I was immediately drawn in as I work in the 'hospitality industry' and quite enjoy a tipple myself.

So as I hit the M6 toll road I tuned in and heard how her life had been running out of control and she was knocking back booze every night after she had put her offspring to bed just to unwind. But the problem got worse and worse and began to take control of her. The tension mounted and I was having visions of her hiding bottles of whisky, rum and assorted other spirits around the house and eventually necking a bottle of White Lightening for breakfast.  Like me Jeremy Vine must have been desperate to know how bad her addiction was. When pressed she owned up. She was necking a bottle of wine a day, sometimes two at weekends. What a fucking let down, one bottle of wine a day and sometimes two at weekends does not an alcoholic make.

When I was growing up I knew blokes who'd have six pints of beer on their way home from work, guzzle a bottle wine with their evening meal then go out for a few pints after that. The father of a friend of mine, who actually was an alcoholic, used to insist on putting the milk bottles out at night as the rest of the family went to bed. He had a bottle of whisky stashed in the garden and would have a slug or three as he put the bottles out. That's a drink problem.

Clare Pooley is just  another whining, middle class mum claiming victim status and doing a great disservice to people who have been in the absolute gutter of life due to alcoholism and turned their lives around. They're the people I admire and respect. I'm afraid she'll have to kick a habit that involves imbibing a lot more than a bottle of wine a day to get my admiration and respect.

The Tesco Olympics

The only benefit I can see from the Olympics is that our commissars have decided that if we buy alcohol before 10-00am and after 4-00pm on a Sunday we won't actually die and the world won't crash into the sun. So after watching Wiggo and Cav do us proud in Paree I decided that I would treat Mrs B and yours truly to a nice bottle of wine tonight.

So at 5-15pm I took advantage of our new found freedom and hit my local Tesco. But they'd forgotten to change their cash tills and were unable to sell alcohol after 4-00pm after all. Maybe a greater power telling us that we could indeed die if we buy wine after 4-00pm on Sunday. But as I went to Bargain Booze and got a better deal anyway, I doubt it. Unless of course the first sip kills us both. In which case the nanny state has severely let us down.

I certainly hope that the performance of our athletes is superior to that of Tesco.

Liam Donaldson-Witchfinder General

I've been listening to the radio while working today and am sick to the backteeth of hearing about Liam Donaldson (left), witchfinder general in the new puritan state created by the authoritarian automatons of New Labour.

Donaldson is now whining about the millions of middle class children whose parents are apparently putting a bottle of gin a day into their feeding bottles. He claims that the middle classes are obsessively forcing alcohol down their childrens' throats. In fact, it seems that they are forcing so much booze down their kids' throats that they will soon be bankrupt and skint. So I'm amazed that this government hasn't sacked him yet, they seem hellbent on destroying the middle lasses by whatever means at their disposal, why not alcohol poisoning. Actually, they need the middle classes to survive so they can bleed them dry through taxation to squander trying to buy a few votes.

Personally I think the state is forcing us to drink to blank out of our minds all the badgering, intimidation and bullying of the state. I'd rather die early than have to survive decades of sobriety under this type of poxy, mithering government.

Note to the BBC: Please stop trundling out alcoholics who want to stop us all drinking because they are so feeble and weak that they have pickled their livers and whatever other organs through their own stupidity. Alcoholism is not an illness, it's a weakness.

For God's sake leave us some pleasures. The other pleasure would be seeing 'Sir' Liam Donaldson being spit roasted like the fat hog he is over a roaring bonfire.

Taxing The Poor (Drinker)

One of the most ridiculous quotes for a long time must be the following from health fascism supremo Professor Liam Donaldson:

"Cheap alcohol is killing us as never before".

Speak for yourself matey boy, you might be drinking yourself to death on cheap cider but the overwhelming majority of us aren't, even if we do drink more than you suggest we should when you pop out of your Whitehall ivory tower to nag and patronise us.

All his suggestion would do is put the poorer drinker, probably on a sink estate, into even more poverty. He has lost touch with reality to such an extent that he doesn't realise that the worst drinkers will give up on almost everything else, including relatively healthy food, to pay for booze and fags.

Up to now it looks like the governmant are ignoring him thankfully.

More Celtic Fascism

More bad news for the inhabitants of that social engineering laboratory they call Scotland. The SNP minority government is trying to introduce a minimum price per unit for alcohol. Not content with driving the electorate to drink, they are now going to try and bankrupt them too.

I'll bet the politicians will carry on guzzling single malt like there's no tomorrow though.

Full report here.