World’s lost its magic
THE denunciations from the “luvvies” and the idiots who call themselves “woke” continue to rain down on J K Rowling, left, for saying something blazingly obvious. She simply remarked that self-declaration alone was not enough to prove change of gender.
If I woke up one bright sunny morning and told the world, “Oh, by the way, as of now
I am seven feet tall” an observer might remark, “Actually, mate, you are exactly the same five feet ten as yesterday.”
Meaning it takes serious surgery to put on 14 inches. Ditto for a man becoming a woman.
Among the lame-brains are some of the actors who, without her writing talent, would probably still be bit-part players in their bedsits hoping for a walk-on part in a telly advert. At her publishers some junior editors have downed pencils.Well, darlings, the hurly-burly world of the labour market awaits.
And four never-’eard-of-’ems have left the company that publishes the biggest-selling writer in the world, taking their unpublished manuscripts with them. Again, good luck. When you have sold several hundred million copies of whatever it is you write, please let us know.
We seem to be living in an age when not to be permanently offended by something or other is quite intolerable. The same world is inhabited by screaming yobbos, defaced monuments, toppled statues and policemen genuflecting at a rabble.
Meanwhile, in the House, Boris Johnson shouts and yells at the calm and courteous Keir Starmer. That may be good theatrics but it is not leadership and we could do with a bit of that at the moment.
Irritability on the roads seems not to be the only by-product of lockdown. Collective insanity is proving an even nastier virus than the so-called pandemic – which by the way no longer even qualifies as an epidemic.