As we all shroud ourselves in grief at being unable to watch Russell Brand any more on terrestrial television stations, a few thoughts occur.
The first and most obvious is (once again) the presumption of guilt on the part of the entertainment industry, a business entirely devoid of morals and managed largely by coked-up hypocrites. Obviously, for most human beings our repulsion at the immediacy with which Brand has been cancelled by these dreadful people is challenged by our collective detestation of the man himself – yet another of those ‘comedians’ who never ever said anything funny and whose shtick was simply to reflect the zeitgeist of the age by showing off. But still. The allegation of rape and sexual assault is of course very serious – but before a man’s career is destroyed, a little more evidence wouldn’t go amiss. That is, unless we do what we are enjoined to do and believe that the woman – whatever woman, every woman – is always incapable of lying, or dissembling, or exaggerating or misconstruing.
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