Saturday, August 9, 2008

England, Sharia, Paranoia, and Puritanical Hypocrisy.

Somebody please tell me what in the hell is in the water in England these days that’s making people insane? I’ve recently highlighted the push for Sharia Law in the UK by the Archbishop of Canterbury and the Lord Chief Justice, and there’s just no explaining the fascination the English seem to have as of late with giving up being English and catering to the wants of every ethnic minority that refuses to assimilate into British society.

A recent poll for the Centre for Social Cohesion found that two in five Muslims in British universities support the idea of Islamic Sharia codes being enshrined in British law and almost one third of British Muslim students think it is acceptable to kill in the name of Islam. A third of Muslim students interviewed also supported the creation of a world-wide caliphate or Islamic state.

In further British lunacy, there’s been a huge furor over a version of a Barbie doll that’s being released in September to promote a DC Comics superhero named Black Canary. She hangs out with Green Arrow. The dolls will come equipped with fishnets, leather jacket, black gloves and boots. As if the Brits can’t come up with something legitimate to protest, such as the low approval rating of the Prime Minister and all the violent crime I keep reading about, they instead complain about commemorative edition Barbie.

Black Canary Barbie will destroy all of Britain

One religious group, the Christian Voice said, “Barbie has always been on the tarty side and this is taking it too far. A children’s doll in sexually suggestive clothing is irresponsible – it’s filth.” It’s a fuckin’ doll, people. I guess you’d rather see Barbie in a burka and Ken wearing a kaffiyeh?

And then you have poor Gary Crutchley. When Gary started taking pictures of his children playing on an inflatable slide he thought they would be happy reminders of a family day out. However, as he was taking snapshots of his kids Cory and Miles, the woman running the slide at asked him what he was doing and other families waiting in line demanded that he stop. One cow even accused him of photographing kids to put the pictures on the internet, insinuating he was a pedophile.

Mr. Crutchley, 39, who had taken pictures only of his own children, was so enraged that he went and found two policemen, who confirmed he had done nothing wrong.

Crutchley said, ‘What is the world coming to when anybody seen with a camera is assumed to be doing things that they should not? This parental paranoia is getting completely out of hand. I was so shocked. One of the police officers told me that it was just the way society is these days. He agreed with me that it was madness.The children wanted to go on an inflatable slide and I started taking photos of them having a good time. Moments later the woman running the slide told me to stop."

"When I asked why, she told me I could not take pictures of other people’s children. I explained I was only interested in taking photos of my own children and pointed out that this was taking place in a public park. I showed her the photos I had taken to prove my point. Then another woman joined in and said her child was also on the slide and did not want me taking pictures of the youngster. I repeated that the only people being photographed were my own children. She said I could be taking pictures of just any child to put on the internet and called me a pervert. We immediately left…"

Crutchley’s wife Tracey said "I was shocked by the reaction of those women. It is very sad when every man with a camera enjoying a Sunday afternoon out in the park with his children is automatically assumed to be a pervert."

Gary Crutchley, his wife, and two boys

So we have complaints over a tarty Barbie doll and accusations of perversion for taking pictures in a park. This uptight behavior from a nation that features topless women on page three of the Sun tabloid newspaper…think National Enquirer meets USA Today. In fact, I think the tits may be the biggest selling point of the paper.

Quit being so prudish and puritanical and paranoid and focus more on the true threat looming within…if you can bloody well turn off watching Big Brother for five minutes.

1 comment:

Teresa said...

I don't know what all the fuss about Barbie is. She is a DOLL! A TOY! And now a COLLECTIBLE. There has always been a dichotomy to her. ALWAYS!

As a little girl in the 70's I dressed her up in all manner of outfits, including fishnets, tights, sporty bathing suits, seductive evening wear, and playful/cheeky daytime ensambles with stilettos and kickass boots. This is nothing new. My older sister had an original brunette Barbie...who came with a strapless one piece bathing suit and heels. Strapless! With heels! Can you imagine walking across a beach in those? Seriously, come on! She's top heavy for crying out loud, she'd twist an ankle, everything would flop out, down she'd go and break her neck! Can we say "safety hazard"?

As adults, we all know Barbie is a tart - an attention whore for sure. But she's good peeps! Her best girlies have been with her since day one. Her little sisters look up to her. She's always been faithful to her honey bunny, Ken (even through his mega-sideburn, non-shaving phase). And as for the rumors about G.I. Joe and tag chasing...she's a teacher, a race car driver, an astronaut, and fashion you really think she needs his benefits package? NOT!

As for picture taking...who knew it was a crime for a Father to be INVOLVED with his children's lives, to document them as their childhood passes, and before they hit the teenage years and shun him! What happened to all those Kodak moments of making memories last? How hypicritical of society to complain about dead beat Dads not taking responsibility for children they sire, and yet condem a man in a long-term committed and legal relationship with the mother of his children taking pictures of them?!

Has the world really just come down to The Thinkers Vs The Retards? And you all wonder why I have my rose colored glasses firmly in place :p :*

Tea aka Mousie