Fleet Street has officially lost touch with the British people

Don't you sometimes get the feeling these days that not all is well? I know, the economy is fucked and Labour has made things worse for the country and hardworking younger people are fucked etc etc. But I'm talking about the feeling Seagulls get when they decide to squawk and flap towards the mainland. That 'a storm is a comin'' feeling.

Every country on earth goes through cycles. Sometimes those cycles are unique to the continent, the country or a specific region. But as time goes by, a country will (like a man's bank balance through any given calender month) treat its inhabitants to a spot of de ja vu. Not all of that is good. Sometimes, it is catastrophic.

Over history, when Britain has run into a bad patch of strife, corruption, social decay and bad management, the result is civil war, international war and a continued pattern of unrest, crime and social breakdown.

These days, we don't tend to have wars. Civil wars are suppressed by an all seeing Big Brother state and a massive, authoritarian Robocopesque police force. People are also generally unsociable beings in the modern era, too, and are therefore less likely to combine to create an organised shit storm.

But the factors are all in place for a the masses to kick off (something I have mentioned many times in posts this year).

One of the factors, or should I say, warning lights, that tells me we are heading towards troubled and worrying times in Britain is the fact that the mainstream media (i.e. Fleet Street) is becoming less and less in tune with the mood of Joe Public.

This is actually quite a severe problem. The British, being a people who generally accept and tolerate a lot of shit, are appeased if they see and read people who agree with them, understand their plight and offer ideas and ways forward. The Fourth Estate has always been there for that.

Now, the Fourth Estate can generally be counted as either useless, or part of the problem. Part of the ruling social democratic, out of touch, pointless elite that is either in Whitehall, Number 10 or in places of social, cultural, economic or moral importance.

Take this article by Rachel Sylvester in today's Times as a perfect example of what I am on about. I could easily have plucked any given absurd, inane and fatuous article written by someone like Polly Toynbee or Jackie Ashley or some such numb nut. But this is a piece written by a 'moderate' hack, in a 'moderate', mainstream 'centre right' newspaper.

The article attempts to inform readers that Labour's 'get out of jail free' card, its future and its prospects rest with the talents and fortunes of ...

...

The Miliband brothers.

The absurd piece would have been shameful by a Guardian writer. But by the Times? In a period where its middle class readership are up to their fucking necks in the fall out of New Labour policy disasters? During a time where its intelligent readership have had enough of being overtaxed, overworked and robbed of any kind of future?

Sylvester's simpering piece starts off as a bit of background, slips quietly into quasi-hagiography and loftily and embarrassingly ends by telling readers that:

"Granita has closed but it is time for the Miliband brothers to go to their local Greek restaurant in Primrose Hill and agree a Lemonia pact. As one Cabinet minister says: “It’s up to the brotherhood now.”"

What can you say to that? I'm not being partisan here. I slag off the Tories for sport on this site. But Jesus Christ, is this woman representing the thoughts of anyone outside of Milbank's most ardent, delusional Labourites here? Does she seriously consider the Milibands, after what they have provided, as any kind of solution or saviour to or for anything whatsoever?

I can't imagine in my wildest nightmare that any Times or non-Times reader could ever connect with the sentiments in this piece. Yet this is nothing unusual. Politics isn't politics anymore. It's not about the people and what they want, it is about a very similar cabal of people who belong to different parties and news and TV channels, and who live in similar areas and know similar people, dominating society.

It is about taking power and influence for granted, wanting to be seen as cool and moderate and lovable, and getting in there amidst the capital's liberal elite.

That's it. That sums up the mainstream media, the BBC, the main broadcasters, British journalists (mostly) and Westminster to a tee - London and South East of England, white, middle class, foppish, trendy, rah-rah, Hooray Henry, slumming it in N1 cunts.

We're fucked.

I smell blood round the corner. And it will begin to flow once it's too late and once the BNP aren't the joke outfit everyone laughed and scoffed at any more. It will begin when extremists are either banned, or muffled. It will begin only once the elites feel the fanning flames on their doorsteps.

And no-one will report on who is angry with whom, who is fighting whom and what is going on, because everyone (like Sylvester) is too busy poking around in the dark with their heads up their culos.

In short, I predict a riot. How big it will be and how it unfolds is in Mystic Mog's area of expertise.