Thursday 21 September 2023

DROP IT LIKE IT'S HOT





When the Channel Four - Dispatches Scandal broke, I jerked upright, like a BOLT of electricity had gone through me, and sort of glazed over robotically like a Manchurian Candidate about to dive off the high board into the second most divisive 'conspiracy theory ' scrap on the internet since Julian Assange was framed for rape in Sweden.



At first the mediated version of events (tear jerking sax solos, female silhouettes texting hurriedly in the UBER enroute to console the sex addict and Z-list junkie Rusty McDusty AKA Russell 'Rocket' Brand.


People I've followed for anywhere between 15 days to 15 years, from Twitter to X had gone insane. These people are good people; the very best. They don't trust the mob, the media or DOT.gov-MAFIA AKA the Uniparty wings of the same craven bird.


We have always inexplicably concurred on some of the thorniest issues of our time without waiting to share our views. Emancipated from partisan political hymn sheets, we've long flown from that bickering nest to climbing the air through storm clouds alone, before soaring down, scientifically descending closer, before landing together, on the same tree of life.


I was last to the felicitous fracas. By then it had been a raging Sqwawkbox for half a day (maybe half a night) or so before I chirped in. People who have never cussed online were now dropping obscenities and severing friendships that may or may not reconcile.


It's for the better though. It's good we don't agree on this, not because anyone is right or wrong, but because this has obliged me to look deeper and ask more questions about a space I'm ignorant of as a lifestyle decision.


I know very little about celebrities, TV faves and the adjacent hyperbole such as "ant&dec saved british TV a couple of decades ago". Again, I didn't care if they saved it, or tanked the TV industry programming model. Fame is only a friend when coupled with pure motives.


Good job it didn't. Because eventually, after the biggest online punch-up at a wedding subsided, I had the freedom to start sniffing around on how that seldom seen thing, or uncommon event if you will, hadn't happened since Julian Assange was falsely accused of rape. That was the last time the global village beef kicked off, good and proper.


That uncommon thing that I don't have a name for had a common factor.


Julian & Russell were/are both accused of rape but they are not the same rapists.


I rape

You rape

We rape

We don't rape

We get raped

You get raped

I got raped


Those are the six variables I think we can describe as a set (theory) of rapes. Theoretically one of 7 permutations (8 if we include 'We weren't raped', but that opens up a ball-ache of past present future events. Can we stick to 7?


I now have the evidence and you're not going to like it but I provided my phone number and all the rape victims have that if they need to talk. I have unlimited time for victims of sexual crimes. It's not funny being sexually assaulted and its worse when it's a woman with a penis locked up with incarcerated females to rape.





Now you know

You have more than you know.