£25 000 Fundraisers For Lachrymose Soccer Brat Symptomatic Of A Mawkish Society Where Fake Is Real And Real Is Fake

In a drivel fixated society which cares more about what pronouns are being used than people sleeping rough, feelings count for more than common sense. Generation Skeet ‘triggers’ to trivia but ignores big issues until its turn to be this week or month’s fashionable cause in the Fatuous Calender to mask they truly don’t care, no matter what the social justice rhetoric regurgitated.

Over the last few days, the easily offended brigade have been beside themselves over a German child crying not because RAF Lancaster bombers had reduced her house to rubble and raized her locality to the ground in a firestorm, but because her team lost 2-0 to England in a game of football for the first time in living memory.

Kids being kids, to her it was immensely upsetting, and the spoilt little brats turn on the tears readily the instant they don’t get their own way. It’s part of growing up, discovering it’s better you don’t always get what you want and you don’t always win, making victories the sweeter when they do come. Or at least, it used to be.

One wonders what the child will think when older and reflects on her parents taking her somewhere that could easily have left her an orphan, all for the sake of watching men kick a football about.

Pause to reflect on the wisdom of taking a child to one of the world’s premier Covid hotspots in order to see a match they could have watched on TV back in Germany. Selfish guardians have long factored in sporting tournaments and other occasions into family holiday time under the pretense of doing things together when it’s really only about themselves – today’s generation of egocentric snowflakes are worked examples of Larkin’s first verse of ‘This Be The Verse.’

Adults being adults, they never miss a chance to regress and set the worst example to their brood – from the monsters of the school sports team circuit to doping them so they can get pissed at the local Tapas bar while their tots lie unconscious in their hotel beds (and just hope no local child snatcher is about).

Twitter is the cesspit forever proving that rule, the response to TV’s very own ‘Won’t somebody please think of the children?’ snapshot was pretty routine, no matter what the claims.

Pathetic, spiteful, vindictive – but hardly on par with parents who reduce their children to tears so they’d get their fifteen seconds of fame on the Jimmy Kimmel show. Former footballer Stan Collymore was being a touch melodramatic with his anthrodynia. But that’s showbusiness.

Joel Hughes on the other hand has merely an eye for the main chance.

No better free publicity in the world for the publicity dependent media sector self-employed than one being done for charity – especially if you can get everyone else to do all the real heavy lifting with their cash. There can be no other possible explanation for this absurd – and offensively so – fundraiser.

A girl he doesn’t know and had no means of contacting her parents before this fund was set up to see if they even consented to having their child and their child’s image used in this manner.

It begs the question why Just Giving allowed this fundraiser to exist?

The motives for the cretinous scum who gave to this skeet are of course manifold.

Welsh and Scottish supporters in sour grapes over their team’s early exit faking ‘outrage’ in a feeble attempt to taint England’s success. Joel Hughes himself is Welsh.

Guardianistas who see all activities by the lower orders giving them joy as somehow suspect of having racist, sexist, homophobic, Islamophobic, climate change denying or any other sort of tones of not knowing what Nanny Middle Class Cosmopolitania knows best for them (ie. ‘shut up, sit down, think and do only as we do, for we are your betters’).

Mawkish sentimentalists who will fling money at any old sob story, without which the Gifting sections of the EA Sims forum could never have functioned.

Fools and their money are soon parted – and often going to those who least need it, such as those who can afford £500 football match tickets and hotels in peak season.

Just sayin’ …