Time for the political left to get some balls

Now that we have President Trump in the White House, it’s time to analyse the situation politically and deal with our problems.

Dear me, where to fucking start? Hillary “Lady Macbeth” motherfucking Clinton. What were the Democrats smoking when they decided to vote for her over the most honest US politician since John McCain? Honestly, I’m at a loss.

Let’s look at some recent failiures by the left. We started creating echo-chambers and calling them “safe spaces” so people we didn’t agree with couldn’t counter our points and make us think critically. We called everyone capitalist pigs, and the UK voted in the tories. Fucking nice one.

We thought it would be arma-motherfucking-geddon if the UK voted to leave the European Union. Even I’m guilty of this. We all thought hell would freeze over, but no. Britain’s economy is slowly rising. We, the political left, called everyone who voted out, racists. Now, granted some of them were, but by and large, this was the voice of the white, working class and disenfranchised telling us that they were extremely pissed off. The left should have listened.

Then, in the run up to the US Presidential Election, we told everybody who was potentially going to vote for Donald Trump that they were being sexist!

When are we going to learn that reading the Guardian or the independent doesn’t make you a liberal? That retweeting PETA doesn’t make you an animal rights activist? That sharing a photo of Jeremy Corbyn or Bernie Sanders doesn’t count as political engagement?

The only way that we, the politically left-of-centre, can win anything is via engagement. Teflon Tony Blair didn’t win the general election via insults and complaining about being triggered. He won by engaging with the right-wingers, using catchy songs and persuading. The same is true for JFK.

So if you’re left-wing and looking for someone to blame, then simply cast that gaze of yours into a mirror. I’m not fucking surprised Trump’s in the White House. Nobody should be. The politically disenfrachised and disavowed have spoken twice in a year with the same voice- We Matter. 

And if my angry, strong worded mansplaining is triggering you, do one of two things for me:
1. Engage me in debate. Tell me where you think I have things wrong, back it up and face me properly. Grow some fucking balls and help me see things through your point of view, and conversely, I’ll do the same for you.
2. Fuck off down that deep dark shit hole that you came from, you voice-silencing, non-platforming misandrist social justice warrior. Go back to that safe-space you enshrine and get more extreme in, and fail to take part in society. If you do this though, there are a couple of things you should know.

Firstly, not everything is sexist. I understand we live in a male-dominated society, and there’s only one way of changing this- Get more women active politically.

Secondly, not everything is racist. I also understand that society is more against people of colour than white people, but you’ve just had a black president for 8 years. If you want another, get more black people taking part in politics.

Time for the left to grow some fucking balls. President Trump, and those like him are the result of us not having any.


About Anxiety

This post is not only for the benefit of myself, but for all those who suffer from anxiety worldwide.

So, if you are a frequent reader of this blog, you’ll know what I suffer from. It turns out I also suffer from something else: Anxiety disorder. The problem is, with some high-functioning forms, like the form I suffer from, I didn’t know I had it. Until recently. Three days ago, on the 17th of January 2017, I had what can only be described as a panic attack. I was just doing my shopping, when something took the breath from my nicotine-stained lungs (I’m currently attempting to quit smoking). I wish I was just using this as hyperbole, but my skin went moist and yet cold (clammy), I started breathing heavily, my chest hurt, my vision went blurry and I sat down against a wall. I honestly thought this was what having a heart attack felt like. I’d worked in Saint John Ambulance, so I checked my body for symptoms. It wasn’t. As a first aider checked me, he asked me if I had any heart conditions. I replied negatively, and an ambulance was called.

It transpired later on that day that what I’d had was extreme hyperventilation brought on by a sudden increase in my nor-adrenaline levels: basically, an extreme panicked state. It’s what most people call a panic attack. I, of course, was completely oblivious to this fact. I’d literally just headed into town for supplies from a local supermarket!

After speaking to doctors, and having all kinds of tests done on blood pressure, blood sugar, urine and serotonin levels, I was diagnosed with anxiety disorder. Looking into some of the common symptoms, I should have noticed this one a lot earlier than I did.

One of the most common symptoms of it is this: jumping out of bed, feeling like you’ve forgotten something really important, and that you’re incredibly late for something. This is nigh-on a daily occurrence for me. I wake up sweating, breathing heavily, worried about something, but it turns out about half an hour later that there was no need to worry.

Another one is hypersensitivity to sound. I’ve struggled with this for years, but I thought this was a side effect of my Asperger’s Syndrome. At times, I appear to be hard of hearing, yet at others, I have hearing like a bat’s. I can quite happily whistle in a dark room, and then walk around it without bumping into a thing. However, during the day, sudden noises make me jump right out of my skin! A siren, accidentally stepping on a discarded and empty crisp packet, cars driving over empty bottles have the same effect on me as a gunshot in the distance does to a war-haunted soldier with PTSD. Until Tuesday, I just put this down to having Asperger’s Syndrome and carried on the best I could. I didn’t think for one second it was a symptom of a larger issue.

What I’ve found out is that when my body does this, it’s the limbic system in my brain reacting to danger. Or rather, it’s over-reacting to danger. The danger isn’t actually there, but my body is telling me that it is. That’s what Anxiety is, and the worrying thing is that the smallest of things can set it off. Bright sunlight, sudden noises, things being colder than I expected are all things that can trigger it.

So, for anyone else with this disorder reading, I am writing to tell you all that you are not alone.

Let’s talk about… the UK Wrestling scene

For the frequent readers of my blog, by now, you’ve probably guessed that I’m quite the big pro-wrestling fan by now. What you might not know, however, is that WWE isn’t the only promotional brand of professional wrestling that I watch. And with the WWE successfully pulling off the fantastic “UK Championship”, which is available on the WWE Network for an undisclosed price, it’s time we talked about wrestling in the UK.

Wrestling in the UK has been around for a very long time, and some of the best wrestlers in the world come from the UK: Davey Boy Smith (a.k.a. The British Bulldog), William Regal, Wade Barrett, Big Damo and local hero Joe Hendry come from these damp and distant shores. The same is true over history as well: Dave Taylor, Giant Haystacks, Fit Finlay, Layla, Dynamite Kid and Les Kellett all were born and raised here.

The UK’s wrestling style is very different from the main style we see on TV these days: the WWE showcase a style developed by Toots Mondt called “Slam Bang Western-Style”. This style puts more emphasis on the “razzle dazzle” aspects of wrestling, such as gimmicks, suplexes and athletic showmanship. The style of wrestling developed in Blighty, however, is far more technical and agile. It’s no surprise to me that the more technically-sound wrestlers learned their trade over here. From Finn Balor to Seth Rollins, we see this develop all the time. It’s also no surprise to me that Chris Benoit, who was one of the most gifted technical wrestlers of the Attitude Era, was tutored and mentored under UK wrestler, William Regal.

And here’s where both the internet snarks like myself and wrestling fans start seeing problems. Can Triple H and Vince McMahon get the wrestlers to adapt a somewhat softer style for the WWE Network?