On Friday, I mentioned that I'd had to alter the Friday night mix because "...a couple of songs on there could at best be seen as my condoning some things which have happened in the UK this week, or at worst be misconstrued as me inciting and demanding more." That's ain't me, babe.
And this is what I was referring to: the riots in, at the time of writing, Southport, Manchester, Aldershot, Hartlepool, Central London.
Now, I know this is a bit of a heavy subject to bring up on a Monday morning, when I'm supposed to be throwing light and messages of good hope and fortitude out to you all at the start of the week. But, bear with me, I just needed to give you some context for what is to come.
What prompted these riots? The awful murder of three girls, the stabbing of eight other children and two adults in Southport. Or, more specifically, the right-wing dog whistlers posting on social media that it was a Muslim illegal immigrant who had been caught and charged with the offences, and that direct action was required.
You know who they are without my naming them: the unemployable actor; the toad-faced tool who moans he's skint; the out-and-out racist thug, to not-name just a few of them.
After the incident, they were all over social media, whipping up their tatooed minions: nobody British would have done this, it must have been an immigrant, probably an illegal one, definitely a Muslim, they said. And the police are refusing to confirm this because their afraid of the reaction will be. Why else would the police refuse to name them?
Because, they were 17, still a minor, so they have an obligation to protect their identity, that's why.
However, on this occasion, seeing the online fury storm being whipped up, the police took the unusual step of releasing their name, and confirming they were born in Cardiff, and if they held any religious belief, it was Christian.
Cue all those grifters going online, retracting what they previously announced, making calls for peace and calm.
Oh, no, sorry, that's not quite right.
What I meant to say was that they did completely the opposite. They either said nothing and left their original post up for testosterone-pumped retards to revisit, or doubled-down on their previous claims: the suspects parents were from Rwanda, so everything still stands. Release the dogs of hell!
(Funny isn't it, how the same people who a few weeks ago were insisting that Rwanda was a perfectly safe place for us to deport people to, are the same people now saying it's the sort of country which breeds murderers?)
And sure enough, up trotted the faithful, knuckles dragging on the floor, determined to have their say at a vigil for the victims, fully equipped with everthing one needs for empathetic engagement with a community trying to come to terms with the awful events that had happened: 24-sledge of Stella? Check. A couple of grammes of charlie? Check.
The grunts duly landed, started lobbing bricks and firebombs at a mosque, the police and some other obviously foreign instituons: a Citizen's Advice Bureau, a property management company, a library (mind you, I'm not surprised they didn't recognise one of those…). Yeh, that'll show 'em.
Oh, and the looting? A perfectly legitimate by-product of the direct action, of course.
Did you ever wonder why you don't see Fathers for Justice pulling stunts in Batman costumes any more? It's because they're doing shit like this, which goes a long way to explaining why they aren't allowed to see their kids anymore.
I don't think it's a coincidence that these organised riots have happened so soon after a change in leadership. This is a direct challenge to the newly-formed government, but, with a former Director of Publics Prosecutions at the helm, I have no doubt that a lot of those involved over the weekend will soon be having their collars felt, if they haven't already. Lord knows, there's enough footage knocking around for many of them to be identified.
As I said, sorry for starting the week with a post about such bleak times. But there's a point to this: as many of you will know, I'm a big believer in finding the light amongst the dark.
So, to start off with, this frankly inspirational footage of a local bloke mucking in to help rebuild the wall around a mosque which was damaged by those rioting twats in Southport:
But that wonderful display of a community uniting is not the most best thing to have come out of the riots. Oh no.
It's this, much shared on social media since it happened (I make no apologies if you've already seen this, it bears rewatching. I'm still laughing after approximately my 475th view). It's beautifully, exquisitely timed:
See? Find the light amongst the dark, my friends. 476th view. still funny.
Time for an uplifting, and appropriate, tune:
New Radicals - You Get What You Give
Which is all well and good until you remember that head Radical Gregg Alexander went on to write for Ronan Keating.
Still. Happy Monday to you all. Let's go do the week properly.
More soon.
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