Sunday, 12 February 2017

Spare me the pseudo-tragic

Okay, so the most newsworthy headline this weekend in the tabloid press is how a very over-privileged, moneyed, wanting-for-nothing-not-even-a-diamond-glitterball, high flying, fast living, more-readies-than-common-sense, reformed cocaine addict and paparazzi darling "predicted her own death".

Apparently, this is 'tragic'.


This is predictable. This is idiotic. This is undoubtedly sad.
But tragic? Really? First world problems in my book.

Let me list what is truly tragic:

  • cuts to funding for state education in the UK
  • NHS mismanagement and associated fallout(s)
  • lack of clarity regarding Brexit plans and EU workers' statuses
  • political party elected officials who couldn't organise a piss-up in a brewery
  • an orange wotsit cheeto as head of the 'free world' who defies any logic
  • people discriminated against by their colour/faith/gender/sexuality/origin/anything-else-you-might-find-offensive-or-disagreeable
  • refugees fleeing desperate situations through no fault of their own
  • gratuitous misogyny enshrined in law
  • most news involving the latest 'alternative facts' or associated perverted spin

Maybe the silver lining is that such a sycophantic headline will make others, too, take stock and realise what really should be capturing their attention... and possibly spur them on to action.

Do something. Take a view and be informed. Make a stand. 

But do me a favour.
Don't call such a situation 'tragic'.
Regrettable, yes. Tragic, no.

We all have choices. 
Make yours wisely.


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