Well, so, we didn’t win last night. Oh dear, how sad, never mind. But many folk are sad and do mind.
Before I kick-off, please let me reiterate the oft mentioned point that I, me and myself don’t have a racist bone in my body. Been there, worked with ‘em all. Make fun of each other? Sure, and usually got more back than given; all in good humour.
Right, I see the media are in an uproar over raciest hurty words being used all over Unsocial Me, Me, Media regards three missed penalties. Firstly, from wot I’ve seen, kicking a ball at a goal post or gently towards the goal keeper does not a penalty make.
However, pause a moment and consider the choice of penalty takers. Was that racially motivated by orders from above? If those three balls had been banged into the bag, can you imagine the state the panty wetting media would’ve worked themselves into for the foreseeable future? Three kids of colour, from deprived backgrounds, naturally, wrest victory for England from the jaws of defeat. Oh, the joys of the multiculturalism of our so wondrously diverse country. Wash, rinse, repeat.
Anyhoo, the media, always quick to find bate, have turned the defeat into the unacceptable face of hurty raciest words and how nasty ol’ whity can be. Wash, rinse, repeat.
Thus you’ll see a footy win would’ve been a media win but a loss can also be a media win as they continue to assure us that we’re all nasty racists. So, happily, the media, were ready, whatever the result, of have a rolling win to fill air time.
In other ‘news’, let’s have another scare. That nasty mcr-1 gene is going to kill ten million folk a year by 2050. Is this a kind o’ co-co? No, you’re going to get it from your pet dog. Ah shacks ma tail...
Quote; Maria Cristina Mena.
“Piano keys are black and white but they sound like a million colours in your mind.”
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