Saturday, 7 November 2009

The Righteous Will Eat Themselves


More evidence (as touched upon here previously, more than once) that the righteous are eating each other up at an alarming rate. There are so many 'untouchable' causes now that they are getting in each other's way.

There is, however, the still voice of calm amidst the massed ranks of those on the left who hurl the racist tag around willy-nilly, and he would be David Osler.

TO DESCRIBE someone as an ‘Islamophobe’ is effectively to brand them an ugly and virulent racist, which is no small accusation for one leftist to throw at another. Yet that sort of thing seems par for the course on the major British far left blogs.

Lenin’s Tomb, for example, has no problem in carrying an article under the title ‘Tatchell and pink-veiled Islamophobia’, just in case anyone was unaware that the leading green left activist is a bit of a Nancy Boy on the quiet.

So, now the throwaway racism accusation is being directed at fellow lefties (and also straying into the realms of what would be described as homophobia if a non-socialist had headlined as such), one must wonder when they will begin to realise that such terms are being devalued precisely because of the left's fall back position of using them at every possible opportunity.

Even towards their own if it suits.

Osler's is a well thought-out piece brimming with common sense, so do go read it all. However, one can only surmise from the morass of kneejerk accusations which continue to spew forth from left-leaning blogs (elected representatives included), that his wisdom is an oasis amongst a seething pit of ignorant, poorly-considered polemics from blinkered indignants who are beginning to confuse themselves within the politically correct intricacy they have created.

But then, Osler isn't really one of 'them' (or the new kind, anyway) if he can write a para like this.

Leave me alone to drink until my liver packs up, sleep with whom I choose, listen to blues and jazz and follow a cranky health food diet, and don’t tell me what books I can and cannot read. And I’ll cut you the same kind of slack. Deal? Deal.

That could almost be directed at the Labour front bench, could it not?