SOMETIMES I feel as if I’m from a different planet, or perhaps a different universe altogether.
You see, a large proportion of things that were self-evident truths yesterday are, according to ‘trusted media outlets’, now up for debate, floating in a sea of moral relativism. That’s if these things are even reported in the first place: depending on the topic, the meeja may not deign to talk about certain goings-ons at all.
For example, as I am wont to do, I was scrolling the news a few mornings ago while having breakfast. Due to being a total fool, I still have a subscription to the Daily Telegraph, which is often, and somewhat hilariously, described as a ‘conservative newspaper’.
Perhaps the classification is true and it’s just that I find it hard to detect amid the flood of articles on eco-bilge, wimmin’s issues and fashion tips. Even the sounder among the paper’s commentators often lapse into posting predictable positions, presumably as an insurance policy against their inevitable cancellation as the MSM continues to be sucked Leftwards in the relentless vortex of cultural insanity.
Take Allister Heath, commenting recently on how warmly British conservatives welcomed the election of President ‘10 per cent For The Big Guy’ Biden. Thankfully, and rarely for the Telegraph, comments were allowed (they are usually forbidden on anything remotely interesting). Only here, below the line, could Britain’s conservative hoi polloi deliver a more accurate perception of their feelings on Big Guy Biden. Needless to say, it wasn’t quite as glowing.
Or another example: Which word or phrase would you use to describe the following statement?
‘Changing appearance does not change a person’s sex.’
I might go with ‘fact’, ‘durr’, or even ‘no s***’.
Not the Daily Telegraph. It prefers to go with the adjective ‘controversial’.
I posit that it would be more ‘controversial’ for the Telegraph to be an actually ‘conservative’ newspaper, perhaps one that believed that having meat-and-two-veg rendered you a man and not, despite the best efforts of the civilisation-wrecking Leftists in our midst, a woman-in-waiting too. After all, Frederick Edward in frilly knickers does not a lady make. Apologies to any disappointed readers.
Perhaps I’m looking in the wrong corners for signs of steadfastly conservative coverage. Maybe hints of it are to be found in coverage of the recent anti-lockdown march in London.
Sorry, I’ve set you up: of course that’s not there either. Searching through lists of articles while trying to find its exceedingly minimal reporting of the protest, I came across some most interesting pieces, including ‘My post-lockdown wardrobe strategy? Dress more like the French‘ and ‘No film will ever be sweatier than Top Gun‘. Bloody good stuff. I can’t comment on Tom Cruise’s perspiration – I try to avoid talking about him, the strange chap he is – but I have to disagree with the idea that the French are particularly well dressed.
Eventually finding what I was looking for, I discovered that the Telegraph’s coverage of the march did little to engage with the points of the protesters, dedicating one line to their entirely legitimate complaints. The rest reads like a government press release, decorated with tweets by fully signed-up NHS cultists, whose Twitter profiles are adorned with the Leftist lucky-dip hollow slogans of ‘Love Our NHS’ and ‘Mum to NHS miracle’.
One of the Twitterers, claimed to be ‘gutted’ by the protest, said elsewhere in exasperation, as if about to expire on the spot due to the horridness of it all, ‘I can’t . . . I just can’t‘.
Of course, such outrage is usually selective: scrolling back to June last year I found little similar concern from this individual regarding BLM protesters spreading the dreaded WuFlu. But there you go.
Nevertheless, it’s good to have the sternly conservative Telegraph relying on such figures to flesh out its news reports. After all, the blue-heart ‘Love Our NHS’ crowd never gets a look in elsewhere in the media nowadays.
The downward spiral of the Telegraph has been long in the making. I have some nostalgic affection for the publication: it was on its blogs section about 15 years ago that I popped some of my first red pills, supplementing it with extra doses by watching Nigel Farage superbly harangue Eurocrats on YouTube. (I never claimed to be a particularly cool teenager).
But increasingly, it is hard to know where to go for news. Any suggestions from readers gladly accepted. What is for certain, however, is that most of the sites which label themselves ‘conservative’ are little of the sort (present company excluded, of course), buying wholesale into the malign narratives of their ideological adversaries.