I’m getting outrage fatigue. Go on - it's a friggin' syndrome - I just made it up. It’s not like actual fatigue where you have to say it in a French way [like fa - tty - gay]. Outrage fatigue is a weariness of headlines. I’ve had it for some time and it’s only getting worse. There’s something wrong when you read a hyperbolic headline and all you want to do is curl your lip and sneer: “I couldn’t give a flying one.”
Like for instance recently, The Sun published a front page story: “The Best Dad In The World” it read below a sub-headline I suspect will be present as more and more dastardly things happen over the coming months. ‘Britain Gone Mad!’ it blasted.
A man had been stabbed or kicked to death by a “gang of teenage thugs” as he attempted to protect his home and family the other night, and the title was lifted from a heartrending letter his 8-year-old daughter had penned while he lay in hospital fighting for his life. But I just can’t get worked up about it. And that’s wrong of me isn’t it? But they made me do it.
I hear people in newsagents and I hear them talking on buses and they don’t want to leave the house and they’re too frightened to go to the shops after 5pm. They think there’s a suicide bomber on every corner and someone ready to plunge a blade into their kidneys on every stairwell. The employment of fear is the foulest foil there is in the pursuit of money.
“Maddie May Be Dead” declared The Sun’s front page the other day, which is not really front page news when you consider this three-year-old was snatched from her hotel in Portugal on 3rd of May and hasn’t been heard of or seen since. ‘Maddie Likely To Be Alive’ countered the Evening Standard the same evening. That could be true also. These sick fucks have been wringing this story out for over three months to sell papers and they should all be put against a wall and fucking shot.
Along with Razorlight.
