There are people who, in debate, treat the opposing arguments with respect.
There are others who treat them with disdain, no matter their merits.
I love to discuss important matters with the first group.
I often get a headache discussing anything with the second.
There is a third group, the Brainless Natives of that country without borders, the Land of the Halfwit.
In their little universe “every opinion is valid”, even if it’s on the level of a six year old child discussing the Law of Thermodynamics.
It’s a place where the “loser” in a debate is the one with the sense to quit first, where logic and facts are not important and where every village has its own idiot.
Debate with them is impossible, because it’s not what they want and they are incapable of sustaining it for long before resorting to insults and cheap jibes.
I can put up with most of that, because you get used to it, especially online where everyone’s a pub philosopher and even the most ludicrous point of view has a willing, hand clapping, toe tapping audience, even if those who are doing the applauding have so few brain cells they rattle in their heads when they walk like a pea in a tin cup.
Stupidity isn’t the worst thing. It’s the hate that really bothers me.
Today I got myself banned from a Facebook page called Boycott the SNP.
It’s honestly not worth checking out, because the moderators are clearly folk on the far fringes of sanity.
The page is nothing but a receptacle for every unionist low-order smear and dirty lie and it seems to get all of its “facts” from a website that shares its name. (Imagine that!)
Today’s helping of excreta was a story about how Ed Miliband was “attacked” by SNP activists.
When did this happen? No idea cause I didn’t read the article.
Did it happen? No clue, but I doubt it as there was no evidence offered to support this rancid, bizarre fantasy, and, as my mate pointed out (before he was banned too, by a moderator who said he couldn’t be bothered offering any proof that this was something other than a pile of bullshit with a Union Jack stuck in the top) there was nothing in the news … which really does tell you all you need to know, as the press would have reported it as an assassination attempt had Miliband tripped over his own shoelaces within sight of an SNP supporter.
Like I said, I didn’t read the story because I refuse to give “hits” to something that is so obviously click-bait, but I didn’t really have to in order to get the gist.
The Facebook page itself is enough to convince me about the kind of people we’re talking about, and the level of “debate” they are interested in fostering.
The most recent post, before the aforementioned “article”, was a statement from the moderator where he expressed one of the most loathsome views you’ll hear anywhere, one that has poured, like bile, out of the mouths of others in the last 12 months, including a couple of elected officials who ought to know better. It’s the “there was once a party in Germany with a similar sounding name …” smear.
The people who would use that argument are low-order bastards who would be ashamed, if shame was part of their psychological makeup. Clearly it isn’t, which makes them sociopathic at best.
There is so much poison in that assertion that it makes you breathless when you consider it.
I am infuriated that some of these appalling cretins live on this planet and I am positively mortified that many of them live in the same country as me.
Seriously, does that even count as a starting place for a debate?
Certainly it has zero legitimacy as a genuine point of view, being so obviously the product of a warped mind.
Yet it’s not just the sheer mind-numbing idiocy of that assertion that bothers me, of course.
Because it’s an offensive suggestion on so many levels, and it angers me, at the same time as it disturbs me that those who would make it are walking about in public instead of being safely behind the bars of a secure unit.
Do they not get it? Do they not realise what they’re doing?
They are trivialising the greatest calamity in the history of mankind. They are comparing the democratically elected government of this country with the most hated regime of all time, the Nazi Party which started a global war and set in motion the evil machine of the Holocaust.
How in God’s name can anyone treat those events with such a cavalier lack of respect?
I cannot fathom the level of loathing for your own country that inspires such comments.
I cannot, for the life of me, work out what goes on in those people’s heads and I really don’t want to.
Getting in there would be like crawling through a sewage outflow pipe and doubtless would prove just as unhealthy.
There is a sickness in that idea that you don’t want to catch.
You know what makes this worse? The knowledge that this is the level of discourse we can expect from now until Election Day, and probably beyond.
The closer we get to that monumental day the more hysterical our opponents become. This is not like the referendum campaign, where we had a brief and beautiful lead in the opinion polls before the numbers started sliding back towards the No camp.
The SNP has been sitting on a sustained, and substantial, lead for months and there is little sign of it abating. The landslide is very much on.
That means things will get worse before they get better.
We on Team Yes will be called every horrible thing they can conceive of.
They will accuse of being enemies of democracy, because we’re not voting the way they want, and they will talk about the basic unfairness of one part of the UK holding the rest to ransom as though London has not been doing that for years.
And yes, loathsome individuals and gutter level sites will create, spread and try to grow every lie and scare story they can water with their own piss.
Throughout all of it, we will be angered and insulted and probably feel that deep sense of frustration that goes with trying to talk sense to someone who is either institutionally stupid or unremorsefully, wilfully ignorant.
But you know what? We’re going to have the last laugh.
A revolution is coming. They can no longer do anything to prevent that, and it scares them to death.
In the end, that’s what the outpouring of hate really represents.
Fear. Fear of change. Fear of the 45% and those who’ve joined us since.
There are 39 days left to go.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
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