Once a victim,
always a victim
Papal infallibility will have taken something of a knock if the bumper crop of sex-offence allegations against Papally Knighted Jimmy Savile turn out to be true. I guess even the best of Gods have their off days. Boy, must he be kicking himself for giving the Pontiff the nod on that one.
Or perhaps God’s just like any other top man these days. It’s all about the give and take. Sure, he was screwing hundreds of under-aged girls but hey, he put plenty in the collection plate. He was always a good earner.
And, of course, since the alleged victims waited decades until their so-called abuser was dead before accusing him, we’ll never really know will we?
Looks like God’s got he ass covered after all.
Hey, it’s all politics these days.
Rattle rattle, jewellery jewellery
Like anyone of my vintage, growing up in the late 70s, Jimmy Savile was never more than a fading figure. To me he was the host of TV’s “Jim’ll fix it“, where he granted wishes for kids, and weekend radio shows on which he entertained Mums and Dads with the dated hits of their heydays while milking the tail end of his career.
And, of course popping up on the news occasionally for some or other charitable deed.
To describe this long-haired, arrogant, egregious man with his ostentatious jewellery, garish sportswear, cheesy catch-phrases and thick cigars as merely weird doesn’t do him justice. One of a handful of celebrities to earn the dubious honour of a Louis Theroux exposé, can I be the only man in Britain whose surprise at these allegations is merely how pedestrian they are? That this guy allegedly had sex with hundreds of teenage girls – a year or two short of being legal? If he were accused of molesting hundreds of Labrador puppies throughout his life I wouldn’t bat an eyelid.
The only other thing that surprises me about this story is how this wizened wacko managed to get one self-respecting teenage girl to go anywhere near him, never mind hundreds of them.
Which brings me to the only thing about this saga that does outrage me.
The scumbag “victims”
You can’t try the dead
The guy’s dead and his alleged offences decades old. There’s no closure here. There’s no answering for his crimes, there’s no punishment, there’s no redemption. There’s no looking in the eye of the person who wronged you and knowing this wrong has been righted.
At his death he left behind a supposedly scarred group of people who had held their silence for decades and a charitable legacy that would go on doing good and helping people for many years to come.
He was at his most benign.
Now the name has been destroyed in a trial by media and his charitable legacy has its assets frozen pending the law-suits of those alleged victims who are slaves to modern society’s compensation culture as well as its media culture.
Nice.
You can try the living
There is only one person in the world who can make a person a victim. Themselves. You can’t control many of the things that happen to you but you can control how you deal with them.
You can come out fighting and right the wrong.
You can accept it, move on and take pride in overcoming it.
In short, you put-up or shut-up.
But not these ‘victims’, oh no! Content to hold their peace for decades, and therefore allow the man who apparently so terribly scarred them to go on scarring many other poor, innocent young girls, they choose now, when at long last he can do no more harm and only good, to expose his oh-so-terrible crimes to the world.
Are they really this sick? Are they really this pathetic? Are they really this shameful and shameless?
To some extent surely, but I think there’s a simpler explanation.
They’re just really, really dumb.
Professional victims
If a fourteen year old girl allows herself to be used for sex by a celebrity of the time she’s a victim of three things; the crime of “sex with a minor”, the opportunism of a seedy moral degenerate and her own, er, naivety, though I can’t help thinking dumbness is a better word.
Sure it is a crime and these women are victims, but if you think its “child abuse” please go and talk to someone who was sexually abused at five or six and then tell me with a straight face that its the same thing. Or go and talk to a girl abused at 14 by a relative or a teacher she had to routinely see, who she couldn’t get away from. Jimmy Saville was a man these girls had to go to. Though I appreciate personal responsibility is far from fashionable these days they bear some responsibility for their part in it. Both for what happened to them and by their own inaction for so long, what happened to others.
And they’re victims of their own dumbness again. Because they’re being used again, only this time by an independent media who will do anything, and use anyone, to defenestrate the BBC. They think they’re the gunners in their own war, but in truth they’re merely the ammunition in someone else’s.
“Auntie Beeb” has her fingers in every media pie from light entertainment to Internet news. She competes with the independent media in every market but at the tax payers expense. Anyone in the UK with a television pays £145 a year to the BBC whether they use BBC services or not. That’s a massive distortion of a highly competitive media market and potentially the difference between a profit and a loss for other broadcasters, publishers and production companies. Companies that find themselves having to fight a dirty and rigged war and who will unsurprisingly resort to dirty means to do so.
Jim’ll fix it
It may be a little early to call the scores but it’s looking like a win for the independent media in this one, and a dishonourable draw for God. The losers are the BBC and the so-called victims.
And I, for one, am just fine with that.