Charlie Brooker’s Guardian piece on the mayoral elections isn’t the finest thing he’s ever written, although it does capture quite well the “yes, I know Ken’s a bit dodgy, but at least he’s not the other cunt” feeling that appears highly popular at the moment.
[everyone I’ve spoken to in real-world-life on this either believes in the abolition of all social benefits and the reintroduction of flogging, or thinks that Boris is a disastrous idea for mayor and would happily vote for a hyena in a red rosette to keep him out…]
In response, DK and Longrider have written utterly stupid articles – definitely unworthy of DK, at least (some people seem to like Longrider, but I’ve never seen him produce anything beyond slightly less insane and witless versions of Richard Littlejohn talking points).
Both of them seem distraught at Charlie’s suggestion that:
Now, even if the Standard photographs Ken carving a swastika into a dormouseâ€™s back, Iâ€™ll vote for him…
Look guys, it’s pretty simple. Charlie isn’t not suggesting that if Ken is actually caught carving a swastika into a doormouse’s back, he’ll still vote for him. He’s taken a mildly surreal example of The Worst Thing Someone Could Possibly Be Caught Doing, and then used it hyperbolically to explain his actual point, that his dislike of Boris Johnson is so strong that Ken would need to do something really unpleasant in order to lose his tactical vote.
And Longrider wins extra Aspergers points for the suggestion elsewhere in his “fisking” (it seems odd that someone a million times braver and more informative than these bastards, and who turned out to be right about more or less everything he was slated for in 2003, has had his name turned into an adjective for “unconvincingly calling someone better than you a cunt”, but there you go) that Brooker doesn’t understand satire…