The Sixth Nonsense
Health, Wealth, and Poorly Concealed Unhappiness
And there it is. Just when you think the flow of stupid can’t go on, just when you’re thinking of resorting to writing about football, along comes a new strain of stupid, a rich seam of titanically thick to mine. This time it’s our pride and joy, the NHS and a poll broadcast on Sky News.
More than 70% of those questioned said anyone needing emergency medical care because they were intoxicated should be charged for using NHS services. The think tank 2020health estimates that on an average weekday up to three out of every 10 patients attending A&E are there because of alcohol, and at the weekend that goes up to seven in 10.
Nottingham’s Queen’s Medical Centre Chief executive Julia Manning said: “We should be sending a really strong message that this is a misuse of A&E. A&E is there for people who’ve had road trauma accidents (and) major health incidents. It’s not there for people who have just been mucking around and drinking too much. So we need to think of a way of creating a disincentive for people to get drunk and go to A&E, and we think one of the ways is that people should be invoiced for that use of A&E.”
This isn’t made up. It’s a real quote. This woman is in charge of something.
Well that’s all well and good, but what if you’re the innocent victim of assault on a night out and get knocked sparko outside a Wetherspoons or some such hideous craphole? Is that your fault? The NHS is paid for by taxation. The kind of people who think this is a good idea are the same kind who got angry about smoking in pubs, and then never returned to them once their whining got them the ban they had a hardon for.
The miserable fun police are after you. Eat a few burgers and you can’t get care for high cholesterol. Suck on a Marlboro and you can kiss cancer treatment goodbye. God forbid you decide to have a beer and get in a scrape. Of course, you must forget that all the stuff people overindulge in is subject to VAT and duty. Money that goes towards the NHS.
Essentially these are the kind of petty boring people who resent people having a bit of fun. Their only hobby seems to be moaning about how much tax they have to pay and moralising about stories in the Daily Mail. Frankly it’s a sad indictment on this country that these people have the vote or any kind of voice at all. They’re the reason Strictly exists; an annual top up of the wank bank for sexless middle England to get off to without guilt, or risking the wife searching your internet history.
The best and simultaneously worst thing about this is that I find myself agreeing with Health Secretary Jeremy Hunt, a man so inept you’d worry about him babysitting a cabbage patch doll. It’s the worst because he’s so useless and being on the same side as him should be cause for any sentient being to worry a bit, and the best because even he, a product of focus group obsessed bullshit designed to give the idiotic silent majority a safe candidate to vote for, even he thinks it’s a fucking stupid idea.
He told Sky News that while he understood the morons’ desire for the move, it would be a difficult measure to introduce.
“I understand why people would want that, but I think in practice it’s very, very difficult to differentiate between the people who have a health problem because of a direct decision they’ve taken themselves, and people who are unlucky. I think it’s also one of the fundamental things that we all love about the NHS – that in an emergency you can turn up at a hospital and get treated. I think the day we started differentiating and saying we’re only going to treat some people, and other people are going to have to pay, I think would be a step in the wrong direction.”
It’s the most painful thought I’ve ever had, but well said Jeremy, and fuck off boring miserable pricks. This is Britain. People go out and enjoy life, and finance the NHS with their taxes. Deal with it.
Young, Gifted, And The Right Kind Of Black
This week saw the release of the nominations for the 18th MOBO awards, or as I call them the Music Of I Don’t Like Rock Music Awards. On October 19th people will fight over who is the best UK Hip-hop/Grime artist. With a straight face. The nominees are, well, let’s be honest, it’s the same nominees as it always is,. This is mainly because like all things born out of a desire to redress a perceived injustice it has turned into a circle jerk of backslapping and carefully placed record company plants, just like the Brits used to be.
The problem is the name. Apart from the fact that it ignores the fact that the roots of all popular music are to be found in the marriage of African rhythm and European instrumentation that led to the birth of jazz in New Orleans, it also assumes that black people only like and make various kinds of dance music. Trouble is they’re stuck with it now, and it’s knackering them.
You look through the cv of someone like Nile Rodgers, a musical genius in his own band Chic, and producer extraordinaire. He’s helped the careers of people like Duran Duran, Madonna (it’s his astonishing studio punch that made the song Like A Virgin so startling when you first heard it), David Bowie (who sought him out because ‘you make hits Nile’), and recently Daft Punk (check out Get Lucky if you get the chance; the sound of the summer). It’s a proper musician’s career, because real musicians aren’t interested in genre and image, just making great music.
You see people like Jessie J getting nominated and you can’t help wondering if the nods are handed out on the basis of media attention rather than genuine musical achievement. It’s just like every other awards show in that way. Just a hideous clusterfuck of attention seeking pricks looking for a sales bump.
The name has hamstrung them. They can’t change it now; that would mean they realise they are wrong, and so every year the only attention they get nationally is arguments over the name, not the artists involved, which was the original point of the whole thing. If only they’d nominate Bloc Party, or do some manner of Hendrix retrospective. That might put the cat among the pigeons……
By the way, if you’re going to do the ‘why isn’t there a music of white origin awards?’ line, I suggest you try the comments section of the Mail. I’m sure it’s been asked and answered on there somewhere….