And yes I know he's a trained lawyer. I know his parents worked hard to get where they did.
But that doesn't stop Raab being a beneficiary of privilege. In the same way I am for various reasons. My parents were working class. They worked HARD to give me a chance to be middle.
And, like Raab, I'm a generic, white British male. Which brings with it a whole RANGE of boosts in life.
But that's why it fucking infuriates me when people like Raab see any discussion of this as an attack on them.
Fucking grow up. Not everything is about you.
We benefitted from our privileges. That doesn't make us bad people if we were unaware of them. But if we don't try and level the playing field once we ARE aware of them then we're complicit.
And refusing to acknowledge or learn about those privileges makes one equally complicit.
Acknowledging your privileges doesn't invalidate the effort you put into things, or stop you being happy with your achievements.
It just means acknowledging that a bunch of other people didn't, and don't, ever get to enjoy that same happiness for the same effort
And that's shit
Anyway. Rant over.
But that's why Default videogame NPC motherfuckers like Raab annoy me.
Because at a certain point it requires MORE effort not to be part of the solution than to be part of the problem. And Raab is at that stage.
And I don't want people mistaking that for stupidity.
Because "LOL I didn't know that but u know what I meant" is the kind of shitty excuse I used to see, and hear about, senior lawyers in particular using all the time to excuse their lack of desire to give a shit about equality
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You can see from the picture just how awful it was. Made worse by old wooden carriages splintering on impact, and carriages crushing up under the bridge at H&W, which still bears scars today.
But after the disaster two pieces of luck: Who was on the train, and where it happened
I've taken the piss out of Newcastle United plenty over the years, like many fans of other Prem clubs.
But it's ALWAYS been with an undertone of respect for what that club means to Newcastle, it's history and the passion of its fans.
The Saudi takeover is a slow death of that.
I get why so many fans want it. It's been SHIT being a Newcastle United fan for years. Been hard from the outside watching Ashley create a status quo of self-funding crapness.
But it's swapping that for a short term high, at the cost of ANY future as a community club.
Did an awful lot of research onto the background of this appearance for the article i never wrote on Rod Hull/Emu and the fridge-throw
Something to note: this was Pryor's first TV interview since his near-death accident. Everyone around him was walking on metaphorical eggshells.
Pryor insisted he was fine (although he was heavily scared under the layers of makeup), but was still struggling to get himself back into a normal place (or as normal as it ever got for him).
ELIZABETH: Big Liz calling Admiral. Big Liz to Admiral. Squawk.
ANNE: Admiral Squawking.
ELIZABETH: Pigs on the 25 and a bear in the air. No knowledge.
ANNE: Roger Roger. Going high.
ELIZABETH: Stick Mimms rondey.
ANNE: Rog. Two bars out.
ELIZABETH: Clear roads
ANNE: Clear roads
HAMMOND: I can't fucking believe you talked me into this.
GRAYLING: It's fun! And I needed a driver's mate
HAMMOND: It's not fun Chris. I'm only doing this because it's the only way I'm getting to a Calais beermart
GRAYLING: Want to try the CB?
HAMMOND: No
GRAYLING: You meet all sorts on the road you know.
HAMMOND: Oh I'm sure.
GRAYLING: All sorts.
HAMMOND:
GRAYLING:
HAMMOND:
GRAYLING: I one saw Matt Hancock in a layby. He was-
HAMMOND <interrupting>: DO NOT fucking finish that sentence Chris, I swear to god.
"Don't make a big thing of it. I'm only still here because it turns out you have a sunbeam."
I do suspect last night was a bit of a turning point. By chance, she happened to be in having dinner when the skies absolutely OPENED and we had about 2hrs of torrential rain.
And for the first time she looked... went "nope", and sat warily on various chairs for a while.
You could see her looking at the rain, then at us, and going:
"okay, huh. So it stays TOTALLY dry and warm in here when it rains. And the foolish or devious meat puppets who deliver food on demand may well just be foolish, not devious. As they aren't trying to murder me. Huh."
One of the interesting parts of doing primary source research is always finding That One Document (TM) that every book on a subject has used as a source for a thing.
And seeing the different ways they've all tried to pretend there was more detailed info in it than there is. 😆
It's always like:
"Of course [Interesting Thing happened] which I would TOTALLY know more about and could go into more detail about if I had time. Anyhoo moving on."
Then you actually read the source and it's all... nah. That's all you were able to find out to. You big tease 😆
FULL DISCLOSURE: I'm totally guilty of doing this in stuff I write too on occasion.