Yesterday, GeorgeD left a comment on this here site.
It’s always struck me as strange that when your average Joe Public makes the news.(Perhaps as the result of an accident or a run in with law enforcement).He is often described as an unemployed carpenter/mechanic/shopworker.
There does seem to be a strange need to embellish people in news items with the addition of all sorts of strange and irrelevant information –
A 46 year old father of three who was an unemployed coal miner and captain of his local football team was today … etc.
I suppose this information is relevant to his three kids and maybe even to his local football team but I cannot see the relevance for the rest of us? Is it supposed to drum up sympathy? [Ah God love the poor kids!] or is it supposed to provide some kind of empathetic link [I’m an unemployed coal miner so he was one of us]?
I have noticed here in Ireland there is a tendency to seek out a relationship with the local GAA club. Some unfortunate is involved in an accident and invariably he was a shining light in his local GAA team, or he was the son of someone who used to play for the county. This is nearly always mentioned well in advance, before we even get to hear how the unfortunate met his demise. Even if they can’t find a GAA connection, the person is invariably “an inspiration” and “loved by all”?
The one that gets me though is the number of “Innocents” walking our streets.
Whenever a car goes out of control or there is a shooting incident there nearly always seems to be an Innocent Victim. What I would like to know is how the reporters know the level of these people’s innocence? A bloke could be heading back to the pub after beating the shite out of his wife and kids, yet if he is knocked down he is still an innocent victim? For all we know that bystander could have been a right little cunt and being a victim might even be a blessing to society. Or is there some kind of religious thing that if you happen to get involved in someone else’s misdemeanours that you are somehow absolved of all sins?
It goes without saying that all children are innocent. Somehow the angelic little darlings cannot put a foot wrong until they are eighteen or so. This is of course why Public Health love them so much. I light my pipe and instantly endanger some “innocent” child half a mile away, conjuring up an image of an angelic little blonde with blue eyes who suddenly erupts into boils and drops dead. The truth is nearer to a wee five-year-old down the road who spends his time trying to pick fights with me. Whenever I hear of the cheeeldren, I always think of him. I’d smack him one, but knowing his family, his favourite toy is probably a Glock.
I can’t help but wonder how they would describe me.
Could I possibly be innocent too?