Manufacturing outrage and jihads against celebrities

Jeremy Clarkson is under the hammer..,apparently for a “fracas” with a producer.

Brendon O’Neill at The Australian writes about the propensity of the luvvies to attack and boycott and run people out of jobs.

We have of course seen this here, and are seeing it here right now over X-Factor.

Clarkson-bashing is the glue of Britain’s liberal elite. Fearing and fuming about theTop Gear presenter, wringing one’s manicured hands over the impact of this engine-revving bloke-in-a-blazer on gullible TV viewers, has become the great unifier of the snootier sections of Britain’s media classes.

You want in to their starched, censorious moral universe? Then practise shaking your head and making vomiting noises in response to every utterance of the words “Jeremy” and “Clarkson”.

The chattering classes’ Clarksonphobia was on full display this week, following Clarkson’s suspension by the BBC after he allegedly hit, or in the Beeb’s words “had a fracas with”, a Top Gear producer.

Apparently, after a long day’s filming, Clarkson was expecting a steak dinner but was given a plate of cold cuts, and he flipped.

Now, being giving cold meat instead of hot steak does sound fantastically annoying, but it doesn’t justify alleged fisticuffs.

Don’t hit your bosses, folks! But the wild glee that has greeted the suspension of Clarkson, the media demands that this “ogre” (The Guardian’s actual word) be forever banished from the Kingdom of TV, has very little to do with his alleged use of force.

No, the Clarksonphobics want him out because of what he represents: car-loving, free-speaking, un-PC folk, those eco-unfriendly, somewhat rough sections of society that the chattering classes would rather didn’t exist. Literally. The New Statesman, house magazine of Britain’s zombie Left, this week even fantasised about Clarkson fanboys being boiled to become biofuel.

No sooner had the Beeb announced that JC had been suspended than the Clarksonphobics were hollering: “Make it permanent!”

“Why does the BBC put up with Clarkson?” demanded a Guardian hack who clearly doesn’t have access to Google. For a quick web search would have revealed to her the reason the Beeb “puts up” with him: Top Gear is phenomenally popular, with the kind of people whose shoulders will never rub with Guardian writers’ shoulders. Five million Brits watch it on BBC2, 300 million people around the world tune in, and it has made the BBC £50 million ($95.6m).

This is what most terrifies Clarksonphobics: the fact that people, the little people, like him.

The Guardian writer said Clarkson has become a blot on the Beeb, through “pushing the boundaries of … political correctness”. Apparently the BBC should only be for PC people, people like Us.

It is all too familiar isn’t it…Hosking shouldn’t run political debates, Paul Henry should be banned, how dare the Herald on Sunday use Rodney Hide, why has Judith Collins got a column in the Sunday Star-Times, Cameron Slater should have all his contracts cancelled, and it is all led by the chattering and twittering classes of the left.

Meanwhile, a Guardian editorial insisted in its best schoolmarm voice that Clarkson doesn’t “belong in public service broadcasting”. This “bellowing and belching” creature, “drunk on his own testosterone”, should be sent packing from respectable TV. “Ogres are fine, but only in fairytales”, it said, which is unwittingly fitting, given Clarkson-bashing is itself drenched in the simplistic moralism of the fairytale, turning JC into an unspeakable beast corrupting the kingdom and his column-writing critics into whiter-than-white defenders of decency.

The way Clarkson has become a chattering-class measuring stick for working out who’s good and who ain’t was clear in comments made by Steve Coogan, one-time funnyman turned campaigner for state regulation of the press. He wrote in The Observer that Top Gear fans remind him “of the National Rifle Association … who I’m sure we can all agree are a bunch of nutters”.

The key word here is “we”. Who’s this “we”? It’s Us, broadsheet readers, supermarket-avoiders, who just know what is right and wrong. That little “we” speaks volumes about how Clarkson-bashing has become the nod-and-wink du jour of the right-on set.

Elsewhere in the media Clarkson has been denounced as a dangerous “petrolhead”, an otherworldly creature who “regards political correctness as a curse”, and “the nation’s biggest oaf” who should not be allowed to “get away with offending all of the people all of the time”.

First of all, why not? Free speech includes the right to offend. Secondly, Clarkson doesn’t actually offend all of the people all of the time.

What about those hundreds of millions who watch Top Gear? They love him. Media luvvies who are lucky if they have a couple of thousand readers never sound so spectacularly out of touch as when they slam as unacceptable, as Offensive To All, a man who is watched by throngs of humanity.

And it is really these people, the Clarkson fans, that the pseudo-liberals loathe. Clarkson is seen as a corrupting force, turning mushy-brained viewers into car-desiring, rude-joke-telling Bad People. This is why The New Statesman, on hearing that 500,000 people this week signed a petition for Clarkson to be reinstated, basically wished these people were dead.

Clarkson fans live in a “world of stupid”, it said, and “if every signatory to this petition were boiled down for biofuel, the world would be a cleaner, smarter place”.

In short, these folk are dirty and dumb and we’d be better off without them.

Same here…media luvvies and twatterati like Martyn van Beynen and Giovanni Tiso barely trouble the scorers in the readership stakes. When Martyn van Beynen was doing his hit job on me he made ludicrous statements like “My reader would like to know” and “This will be front page news tomorrow, this is your chance to say something”. My comment to him that my daily readership was larger than The Press and that his front page nes would be wrapping fish and chips by lunchtime went down like a cup of cold sick.

Such Victorian-style loathing for a lower breed of people cuts to the heart of Clarksonphobia. This is really a culture war that dare not speak its name.

What is packaged up as a spat over a TV presenter is really a coded clash over morals, speech, decency and the masses.

The Clarksonphobics hate Top Gear petrolheads because they sin against chattering-class commandments. They break eco-commandments by loving fuel-guzzling cars. They break the PC commandment “Thou shalt never offend”. Their desire for stuff — bigger cars, nice gadgets, flatscreen TVs on which to watch JC — flips a finger at the commandment that it’s better to be thrifty than blinged-up. Behind the PC assaults on Clarkson there lurks intolerance of anyone who dares to think or behave differently to the small but influential sections of society that imagine everything they do and say is right.

My message these days to the media luvvies and anyone who has a crack is GFY.


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