LITTLE BRITAIN

The floods are bad for many people. Many have suffered fear and loss arbitrarily and, to anyone in that position, I hope you’re okay again as soon as possible. That’s a given. What bothers me more is our reaction to the floods as a country, and, when I say country, I really mean a random rag-bag collection of media outlets.
I won’t mention the difference in the degree of coverage afforded to the current flooding down south and that of a few years ago in the north. I won’t mention it because that attitude is what lies precisely at the heart of the problem. Check out the media reports and, objectively, try to work out what appears to have happened here based upon the volume 11 hype and hysterical rants and compare that to what has actually happened.
I watched the BBC this morning after yesterday’s storm. There’s currently a reporter in just about every town that lay within the footprint of the wind’s progress. I heard reports, live to camera, saying such things as,
“I don’t know if you can see behind me but there are tiles missing from the station’s roof,” and, at a different location,
“You can’t see from here but a section of roof was ripped off and hit power lines.”
Behind him life continued quite normally.
What I’m saying is, are you surprised we’ve become Little Britain? Does anyone really think we are a nation still to be reckoned with in this world? Why do we persist with this inflated view of ourselves internationally? We are an insignificant backwater served by media that is inordinately lazy and, wherever possible opts for the parochial low ground (no pun intended). Whenever, WHENEVER, anything happens in Little Britain, all else disappears from the airwaves and the right wing, reactionary phone-ins like those on 5 Live are cranked into gear.
200 odd folk may die daily in Syria but we’ll not know ‘cos the roof’s blown off some MP’s chicken coop in Bishop Stortford. I’ve checked the New York Times this morning. Guess what? The weather in Britain gets no mention. Check the Mail. If they could print on blotting paper they would.
We are a tiny country because we have that tiny mentality now. It’s the mentality that turns tits like Nigel Farage into national figures. It’s the mentality that decrees that killing deer and boars (provided you crack on to be a conservationist and have blue blood) is fine. It’s the mentality that let the BNP thrive in the wake of the National Front following the demise of the Mosleyites.
We’re a tiny nation of self-important navel-gazers who won’t, not don’t, realise that life here, all in all, is cushy and it’s shit everywhere else. So, if you’re not knee deep in poisonous water at the moment, stop moaning. And if you work for the media, look up. There’s important stuff happening. It’s still possible to stand tall even when Britain’s little.
Thank you and good day.

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