A year has now passed and we’ve dealt with the aftermath of the riots which shook, shocked and held England to ransom which made us spectators of the most abhorrent, nonsensical and deplorable behaviour by thugs- cowardly, selfish, imbecilic morons. They thrust us as a nation onto the world media and portrayed a very broken Britain. These putrid creatures have no shame, but don’t for a second World define us by this disgusting display of so-called anarchy. Instead judge us on our latest contribution to the World- The Olympics, the show, the athletes and Great British hospitality. We welcomed our foreign neighbours from all over the World into our country and done more that light a torch, we’ve set the world on fire (metaphorically, not literally like the social outcasts and degenerates did last year to our finest city’s). We’ve demonstrated to the world and to ourselves that we still do have pride in our wonderful nation and we can stand united and feel heart-warmingly valiant when celebrating our wealth of success.
It wasn’t just in the Velodrome, Olympic Park, Greenwich and other Olympic venues that we stood together. In each and every home we cheered, screamed and cried; we Tweeted, Facebooked about our pride and our gratitude to these Olympic actors who became wonderful ambassadors for their country. This was their finest hours and we were very much apart of it, and we revelled.
The Olympic show that our awe-inspiring young men and woman (or old men and woman in Equestrian) have performed, displaying to a new generation of children what anyone, irrespective of background or social class can achieve with hard work, commitment, dedication and passion. This was the ultimate reality TV show. These are the celebrities of the now, tomorrow and hopefully the real inspiration to arouse a new generation of great British people. This is pride, not the dumb 15 minute celebrity culture we have been assaulted with over the past ten years. There wasn‘t a WAG in sight, just Ennis, Grainger, Trott to name but a few and there were no fake boobs, nails, hair or personality, just that aforementioned hard work, commitment, dedication and passion. These actors learned the lines we wanted to hear and they performed them with eloquence and decorum, becoming the role models we crave, to reignite a wonderful society that once claimed the worlds greatest innovators, scientists, leaders and those other influential faces who formed out distinguished history.
So from now on we need to make a pact, a promise to our children. When the next seven year old tells you she wants to be a glamour model or an ‘actress’ on The Only Way Is Essex or a Big Brother contestant, correct them, guide them, nurture them and develop their dreams into something that isn’t related to instantaneous ‘fame’. They will be forgotten, berated and despised by the common man. The Chris Hoy’s, William Wilberforce and Joanne Rowling’s of our future may now be a reality.
However, to the prophets of doom out there, don’t despair about all of this new found morale, crime figures relating to the Games will no doubt be published in one of our major tabloids in the near future. They will once again attempt to fill us with an imminent fear or moral panic with their headlines of ruin/destruction. We will once again be back to blaming everything on the immigrants and when they do just remember the last immigrant who dominated our headlines, Mohammed Farah of Somalia.
Rule Britannia and all (who can be bothered) to serve her. Well, this week anyway.