Whitty Strikes Again…We think.
Try as I might, it’s not easy to ignore the barrage of stupidity that so often rains down upon me. The source of this week’s troubles: the predictable, sanctimonious, egocentric warblings of Telegraph blogger Peter Whittle.
He’s known for his work with ‘The New Culture Forum’, a right-wing think tank hell bent on loosening the grip the ‘Liberal Left’ has on all things arty and cultural. Clearly, this makes an interesting premise; the thought of a group of prudish conservatives attempting to tame the cultural scene has great potential for hilarity. I see them convulsing with rage as I point out the fact that David Cameron’s face has no corners.
‘Whitty’ himself - which is more irritating? His rambling, clichéd, quasi-bigoted brain spews, or his tiny, tiny eyes?
An interesting point is that Whittle fails to see comedians’ increased focus on the Conservative party as the convoluted compliment that it is, and instead chooses to make sarcastic and embittered passes at seemingly innocuous targets. Of course, as he randomly strafes the likes of Michael Moore and the Edinburgh Fringe, throwing punches at anyone and everyone who could be said to be ‘doing something cultural’ and in any way ‘left wing’, very few of his jibes actually connect. He defeats himself, bemoaning repeatedly the ‘predictable Leftist rant’ and the ‘smug Leftist’ comedians that ‘infest’ the fringe, and then, in the same breath having a quick whine about the BBC’s license fee, antisocial ‘youths’, even the former USSR takes a hit from Peter Whittle’s laser-guided T.W.A.T missiles.
I realise that I might be representing Whittle in a slightly unfair manner, he is writing for the Telegraph, lest we forget, and is under some kind of contractual obligation to idolise the Old Days. However, all of this becomes circumstantial when you see just how profoundly irritating he is. it’s something in his manner, in the sanctimonious way he delivers his arguments. Even when he is talking some tiny sliver of sense; in one article he correctly notes that there is very little more depressing than British people abroad together. I can agree with his sentiment of the ‘joyless vulgarity’ of a t-shirt that reads ‘Bitch With Fucking Attitude’, but when he gets a little too caught up in himself, calling the ‘FCUK’ logo ‘repellent’, and lamenting the disappearance of the ‘moral and social carpet’ we are rapidly reminded what a turgid, narcissistic cockweasel he is.
