Tag: Stupidity

  • The Snob

    The Snob

    How hilarious, the asinine snob,

    Mr. Collins, the pompous and obsequious clergyman from Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. Hyacinth Bucket of the BBC comedy series Keeping Up Appearances.

    According to Wikipedia, “snob” is a pejorative term for a person who believes there is a correlation between social status and human worth . Or indeed, we might add, financial status.

    You have to laugh at the stupidity of it all. We all emerged from a bunch of savages, five or six hundred of them apparently, who left Africa a few hundred thousand years ago to colonize the world as we know it. The “Out of Africa” hypothesis.

    We share most if not all of our DNA with mice, elephants and numerous other species. And of course we share all of our DNA with less privileged people who live in remote parts and have not yet caught up with baths, democracy, the English language and political correctness.

    Long before the jolly exodus from Africa, all life on earth from the jellyfish, to the human, to the toad had a singe common ancestor.

    How’s that? Lady Catherine de Bourgh and Hyacinth Bouquet are descended from primordial gloop? Yes, I fear so!

    And yet Mr Collins insists on sucking up to Lady Catherine because she has a big house and quite a few bob in her bank account. Mr Collins insists on believing that Lady Catherine is worth sucking up to.

    Who gives a tinker’s fart? I mean, really.

    Its not just the nobs we suck up to, although a vapid couple were recently heard to announce grandly that they had just come from “Highclere”. It’s politicians also, and grubby, tarnished Biznizz people. Chevening is dropped into the conversation, or Chequers. Anyone will do. Anyone with piles of filthy lucre and/or a media presence. Yes, royalty (minor or otherwise), the filthy rich, the vulgar, the famous.

    Grub, grub, up the greasy pole we climb.

    I wonder if snobs suck up to the Kardashians? I’m not too familiar with American snobbery but I assume they must have at least some sense of perspective? Perhaps they only suck up to wealthy Wasps and descendants of the Mayflower pilgrims?

    Does an American snob suck up to Trump? God forbid, but snobs are such fools you never know and after all, he is rich and famous whatever else he may be.

    So beware, be on guard lest you find yourself name dropping. Be on guard lest you find yourself “brown-nosing”. The trick has to be the exercise of constant vigilance. Stand always with a hat pin ready to hand, ready to deflate the preposterous pomposity and stupidity of all around you.

    And if you catch yourself dropping a name, god forbid, stick that pin right up your own bottom. It’s the only way.

     

     

     

     

     

     

  • The Pig

    The Pig

    The Pig is really a most unfortunate combination of every absurdity known to modern man.

    For a start he is ill educated and stupid but does not appear to realize it. The Pig seems to get through life by the twin weapons of bullying and dogged persistence.

    No sooner have you got his horrible, greedy snout removed from your front door than you discover he has gone round the back for a another attempt to swindle and bamboozle you with his ridiculous, pompous, self serving bullshit.

    The mailed fist is the only way to deal with the Pig. Metaphorically speaking of course. Because the Pig is unable to understand rational argument. Or if he has a glimmer that what you are saying might have the merest seed of truth, he will choose to ignore that truth.

    The Pig is a conman, a liar, a cheat. In a small, mean and chiseling way. He will engage in petty swindles wherever and whenever he can. He is “Dell Boy Trotter” without the charm.

    The Pig is also a terminal and petty snob. He bolsters his ego by mixing only with those he considers the great and the good.

    He is also an arse licker of the first order, with a nose so brown you know exactly where it has been.

    In more charitable moments one is tempted to ignore the Pig. As long as your paths don’t cross that is an eminently possible and sensible solution. Trouble is when you are forced to confront the Pig, he brings out the worst in you and makes meaningless your very best intentions.

    The New Testament tells us that the meek shall inherit the earth. We are told to turn the other cheek. When faced with the Pig we are ashamed to say all our good intentions fly out of the window. We are tempted to say “bollocks to the New Testament”. Oh dear, we really wish we didn’t have to admit that.

    I wish I could behave myself better. I wish that I need not yield to the temptation of anger. Should I give in then? Should I let the Pig trample all over people? Victimize them with his petty swindles and larcenous ways? Well, probably I should. But I am only human, alas.

    The only way to deal with the Pig is to wipe him out of your life as you would remove excrement from your shoe. If only it were that easy.

  • The Great and The Good are neither “Great” nor “Good”.

    The Great and The Good are neither “Great” nor “Good”.

    I have had three occasions recently, each of which gave me pause for thought about vanity, motive and human stupidity.

    One was a petty dispute at a “grand” London club. It was and is a power struggle. A thwacking of dicks and an exercise for giant egos. In that case it really doesn’t matter – let them have their foolish dispute. Keep out of it.  Sod ’em.

    The other, equally “grand”, was an evening service in a grand abbey attended by the “great and the good”. It was an old school “do”. I slipped in unnoticed, a mere grain of sand, invited to put bum on seat in the hope that I would contribute money.

    One of the speeches annoyed me considerably. We have become a society of individuals he said, whereas apparently we should be joined as one; willing and perhaps submissive members of society.

    Well I have news for that gentleman. My time at that noble school taught me to be an individual and I am glad of it. It taught me not to accept the slavish notion that all was for the greater good when patently it is not. Some are more equal than others, as George Orwell once wrote.

    Many politicians were once schoolboys there and I fear that the only aim of most of that breed is not the benefit of society but their own personal glory and power.
    So Mr Schoolmaster, I fear we have always been a society of individuals and always will be. It is simply a question of getting individuals to contribute to the common good rather than seeking their own.

    The other quite severe irritation was being asked to wear a poppy at a concert I sang in.  The annual pomp and circumstance at the Cenotaph always strikes me as absurd nonsense and a glorification of war, not a homage for the deaths of the millions who lost their lives in pursuit of orders from above.

    It is the Great and the Good who through millennia have sent the young to their deaths in endless pointless conflicts. They may not always have done so deliberately or without good reason. But quite often the motive has been clouded, dubious at best.

    I am very torn in my attitude to World War II. A vicious thug had to be stopped but somehow even there I wonder if mass slaughter was in fact inevitable. As for World War I, there really was no excuse.

    It is the participation of the military and the politicians which gives me great unease in such ceremonies. Last posts are played, parades are paraded, uniforms are in evidence everywhere. The very people who cause such deaths are perhaps trying to atone for the sins of their fore-bearers.

    Slaughter, cruelty, unspeakable abomination should never be forgotten. The picture of the concentration camps and the killing fields must remain in the very center of our vision as a reminder to prevent it happening again.

    But we need compassionate and wise leadership, not the same tired old types who have dominated human history, to make a difference.

    We need a re-think of capitalism, a better economic model. We need a rethink of politics it is all too often an arena dominated by those who…..surprise surprise….like to “dominate”.

    We need a re-boot , a rethink. A tabula rasa.

     

  • The Unknowing Fool

    The Unknowing Fool

    The unknowing fool counts himself as wise since he knows no better.  The fool so beloved of Shakespeare was a different order of man, and clever.  The unknowing fool is the one who does not know that he does not know.

    How should you treat the unknowing fool? Derision, or cruelty and mocking are clearly wrong, however easy it may be to fall into such ways.

    The problem is that there are degrees of foolishness; and types of fool. If the fool is “simply simple” he may be a delight to bump into. The harmless village idiot tending the graveyard. A friendly and child like figure, who deserves a smile and a few minutes of happy conversation.

    This fool will be a knowing fool; he will know that he is simple and you will readily accept him for that.  He is easy to “suffer”.  It is a pleasure to do so.

    The bumptious fool is far more difficult to deal with. The bumptious and arrogant fool, several degrees worse.

    Snobbery of any sort is wrong, morally wrong. The sign of an un-enlightened individual.  It is very easy to give up ridiculous class snobbery or money snobbery.  Such forms of snobbery are so patently shallow and absurd.

    Intellectual snobbery is rather harder to abandon.  It is very difficult indeed to suffer an unknowing fool, and even more difficult to suffer a fool who combines ignorance with bumptiousness and arrogance.

    And yet suffer him we must, if we are to obey those two most important of  dicta: “turn the other cheek”, “treat your neighbour as you would have them treat you”.

    I am not a man who suffers unknowing fools gladly and when they are also bumptious and arrogant, my tolerance is stretched to its very limits.

    And yet suffer him I must if I want to be true to my ideals. I must back off and show kindness and understanding, not intolerance and exasperation. I must not trample him or cow him with word or thought. Or deed.

    St Augustine famously said “Lord make me good, but not just yet”.

    I have had enough of being difficult and curmudgeonly.  I would very much like to be “good now”, but it is far easier said than done.