Everywhere you look, it seems, someone is whining about cancel culture.
Whatever happened to places like Speakers Corner in Hyde Park where you said pretty much what you wanted and the worst you might receive is being drowned out with boos?
My first experience of cancel culture was at Reading Rock Festival in … well sometime back in the 20th century, when an unknown band from the States began their set early on the Saturday morning. They lasted less than two songs before the booing began and, because they didn’t take the hint tradition demanded they be canned off the stage. Beer was cheaper in those days and at rock festivals and the like the mandatory drink with breakfast. In fact in many cases it was breakfast.
I remember the singer, just before fleeing, grabbing the microphone and yelling: ”It wasn’t like this at Woodstock, man!” A whiny outburst that incurred raucous laughter, more boos and more cans. Someone even threw a half-full Watney’s Party Seven at the stage!
Ah … the good old days of Rock ‘n Roll.
Meanwhile … back at the ranch.
Today one can be cancelled for saying or writing just about anything including:
I’m not racist, I even have a friend from Kenya called Mak and one called John who’s Australian!
or: It’s my Adam’s apple and if I want to call it Shirley I jolly well shall … so there!
or: I have a life size poster of JK Rowling. ( granted, it’s folded up very small and in my wallet where no one can see it, but I still have one.)
or: Manchester United and Arsenal used to be proper football teams.
I’m having a serious think about the last one. Nah … I’ll risk it.
Anyway, everyone’s fav. Pastor, David ”Humble is my middle name” Robertson was recently cancelled by Premier Christians or Premier Christianity magazine? (who cares?) for an article he submitted about the not quite Royal Couple and an incident on something called the Opera Show. I didn’t know opera had it’s own show. Is this like a posh version Britain’s Got Talent or whatever it’s called? Or is this the web browser called Opera?
*Sigh* Oh my giddy aunt – the drama of it all!
Turns out Mr. Flea is still milking that cow for all it’s worth, telling readers of another Christian magazine how he was screwed by the editor of the other magazine and how he will not be donating to their current financial shortfall in the run up to Easter. Tsk, tsk.
The hypocrisy of it all is that he, like so many of his fellow Crispyian bloggers, and especially those of an evangelical bent, moderate the poo out of their blogs and think this is perfectly okay in order to protect their integrity and, in Pastor Flea’s case, stop the oodles and oodles of hate ”mail” (comments? ) getting through. Mine included, apparently.
One has to laugh. And for the record, he’s bald, fat and his wife dresses him funny!