Outrageous Outrage

Gosh! Jeremy Clarkson – a muckle tube, for what it’s worth – said something silly/stupid/offensive/boring and now everyone’s twittering that he must be sacked or arrested or hung, drawn and quartered. Who cares? Plenty of people, it seems, but the mustering of outrage is itself becoming an outrageous feature of British life. We are becoming rather too American, in this regard. This, unlike Clarkson being Clarkson, is no hyperbole. I was going to despair some more about all this but, mercifully, Heresy Corner has said it all for me. Unison, clwons and clods as ever, are demanding “action” or something. Grim stuff:

It’s all there. The presumption that the union boss is capable of reading the minds of millions of people, many of whom – even if they did go on strike – will have been laughing. There’s the “think-of-the-children” kneejerk – for we all know that children are incapable of recognising the nuances of English idiom.