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'.

Puh-leese.

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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