I had the misfortune to find myself watching a show called ‘To Catch A Predator’ last night. I realise that I am about three years too late to be critiquing this gem of a TV show, but I figure, if I hadn’t seen it, there must be others who need to be made aware of it’s magnificence.
It’s just too bloody hilarious to ignore.
It obviously hasn’t occurred to either the members of the English Defence League or the Islamic extremists who attended today’s 9/11 memorial service in London to shout at one another, that the higher ground might have been a better place to occupy.
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As soon as it was discovered that there was film of the attacks on the World Trade Center, there was a certain inevitability about the manner in which the event was going to be commemorated.
Two days before the tenth anniversary, as I switch on my TV and surf my way through a number of programmes offering me the opportunity to watch the crashes again, either in real time, slo-mo, or even better, via CGI from the cockpit of one of the planes or indeed from inside the South Tower (my particular favourite), I can’t help but wonder whether what is essentially visual titillation is an appropriate way to pay our respects to all the people who died or were affected in the aftermath.
I’m not sure what’s worse. TV channel executives seeking to boost viewing figures by capitalising on a horrible tragedy, or those who watch it unfold again and again, eyes wide, fingers hovering over the pause button.
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John Galliano has been given a suspended €6000 fine after being found guilty on two counts of ‘making public insults based on origin, religion, race or ethnicity’. This follows allegations and a video recording that showed the designer repeatedly using offensive language towards a couple drinking in a Paris bar in February this year. A similar incident took place in October 2010.
Here’s French politician and former head of the International Monetary Fund (IMF), Dominique Strauss-Kahn, arriving home after sexual assault charges filed against him by a maid in a New York hotel were dropped. Apparently, exhaustive investigations into the matter resulted in prosecutors determining that the maid’s evidence was not credible.
Well, it wouldn’t be, would it? She’s a maid.
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Dude? Are you, like, sure you know what you’re doing with that?
It’s not easy being a global superpower these days, y’know. Populations are just so ruddy demanding. Not only do they want unlimited power for their electronic devices, cars, houses, planes etc, they also insist that it is cheap and ecologically sustainable.
If that wasn’t bad enough, when God (the white, middle class version we refer to when swearing in traffic jams) created the world, he failed to place all of the raw materials needed to produce this energy in convenient locations, instead choosing to place massive oil reserves in sandy countries run by mad people. Clearly, the dude* had a sense of humour.
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Apart from a few misguided nihilists who revel in disorder – forgetting, of course that anarchist rule would mean no running water, no electricity and no sanitation, how would you charge your BlackBerrys, guys? – the general consensus of England seems to be that the sporadic rioting of last week was a BAD THING.
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Watching the coverage of the rioting in London on Sky News last night (yes, I’m a Murdoch bitch, but they had a helicopter and the BBC didn’t), I was struck by inability of otherwise intelligent journalists to grasp the motivation behind the social unrest.
I have therefore prepared a short primer, firstly to facilitate better dissemination of the facts and secondly to prevent me from starting my own riot by throwing objects at the television.
You’re welcome.
If, heaven forbid, your child was murdered, there aren’t too many people on the planet who would begrudge you the right to five minutes alone in a room with the individual(s) responsible. And possibly a crowbar.
Kelly Welles 