Is that Danny Rose in disguise?
People are afraid to be seen as not caring about this sort of thing, due to facebook etc. where all opinions and people's lives in general are documented for all to see. It's the same with poppies now. It's become a world full of grief junkies. People can't just quietly care about something.
I don't have social media, I don't wear poppies either. If people wear them and actually care about fallen soldiers, then fair enough. But all these people infront of a tv camera too scared to be seen not wearing one can p1ss off.
Then again, lots of people went mental when Princess Di died, so the British have always had our fair share of weird, stupid qunts. Sort of people who don't visit their great aunt in a home, who just stares out of the window waiting to die, but go all teary when some royal who wouldn't give them the time of day croaks.
Is that Danny Rose in disguise?
Princess Diana was the start of it. Coincided with the beginning of virtue signalling and, as you've so perfectly put it, grief junkies.People are afraid to be seen as not caring about this sort of thing, due to facebook etc. where all opinions and people's lives in general are documented for all to see. It's the same with poppies now. It's become a world full of grief junkies. People can't just quietly care about something.
I don't have social media, I don't wear poppies either. If people wear them and actually care about fallen soldiers, then fair enough. But all these people infront of a tv camera too scared to be seen not wearing one can p1ss off.
Then again, lots of people went mental when Princess Di died, so the British have always had our fair share of weird, stupid qunts. Sort of people who don't visit their great aunt in a home, who just stares out of the window waiting to die, but go all teary when some royal who wouldn't give them the time of day croaks.
Get your own material.Why would he disguise himself as a dead. old, woman?
Do you know when you laugh and you shouldn't really but you do anyway. Small belts. LOL. That post is hilarious.The is a young girl at work she is part time like me. She was telling me about a kid at her school who was playing a game where they try to get high by restricting air to their head. (that old game I thought, played it many times myself) anyway this lad choked himself to death because he could not undo the belt(rookie mistake and why I always used tights)
Anyway I laughed when she told me this and said something about darwinism which also needed explaining. She said it was actually a really serious matter and the school brought in therapists. The school then had rubber wrists bands as a tribute to him made and everyone wore them round their wrists. When I said they should have made small little belts round their wrists instead while walking away laughing.
Took a break later in the day and the looks i got from the youngsters, you would have thought I had strangled the weird little perv.
Postmodern tossheads is the term I like to use.I blame Andy Warhol, he set a template for desperate egotist we have managed to breed, they believe their opinions, feelings and actions are as important to the world as it is to them.
An entire generation of fun vacuum.Postmodern tossheads is the term I like to use.
It's become a world full of grief junkies.
Then again, lots of people went mental when Princess Di died, so the British have always had our fair share of weird, stupid qunts. Sort of people who don't visit their great aunt in a home, who just stares out of the window waiting to die, but go all teary when some royal who wouldn't give them the time of day croaks.
Princess Diana was the start of it. Coincided with the beginning of virtue signalling and, as you've so perfectly put it, grief junkies.
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I have never been a fan of Royalty ( bloodsuckers on the surface of the country), however there is no doubt in my mind that Diana was the worst of the lot, she convinced all the plebs that she was a angel and beyond reproach, instead she was self serving piece of work.
I was a bit older and my kids came into our room and switched the TV on.
I was genuinely shocked. We drove up and looked at the flowers sometime later to shut the kids up and rubberneck, I remember because I was bursting for a pee. I MEAN BURSTING.
That was the only time I/we did such a thing.
The helicopter crash at Leicester has tinkled me off big time.
Sad for the loss of life of course.
But why was the flash git allowed to fly his status symbol into the ground, it was something I had mentioned to my son last year and how dangerous it could be.
Then media coverage?
But the media 24/7 repeat crap strikes every day.