IT’S OFFICIAL! Matt Taylor AKA The Angry Bootneck Is An Utter Lying SKEET!

Over the last few years there’s been a real race – not so much an arms race but an arseturnip race – on social media to produce the most moronic, clickbait content they can, without any thought of objectivity or the very real damage they are doing to social discourse by reinforcing that it is okay to lie and lie and lie again because one’s viewing figures justify it – even if their regular output of bilge and bile results in people being assaulted verbally and increasingly physically on sight for the crime of not holding the same views as their attacker.

It’s a mindset that put not only perfectly decent, but intelligent and articulate people like former MP Ann Widdecombe, in the ground. Didn’t agree with everything she said – many of her opinions were downright Marmite as she was never one to plough a middle furrow on anything.

The scum who murdered her by contrast – and whose conviction next year is a foregone conclusion – has been revealed to be (to no one’s surprise) a common or garden mouth-breather, one of the editors of the notorious Green and Pleasant subsection of Reddit where the main aim is to poison the overall hive-mind that bit more until its mindset has more in common with some doomsday cult than any other ideology it professes ‘solidarity’ with.

Which brings one not so nicely to the irresponsible Matt Taylor, hell bent on being the worst stereotype of all squaddies as mindless bigoted morons and bloody proud of it, and determined never to evolve, never mind mature, out on Civvie Street.

Having not exactly set the world on fire on Reddit, where even they have learned just ignoring his knee-jerk pub bore rantings is far more entertaining than taking his bait, he’s turn his attention to YouTube, where the ‘success’ of Charlie Veitch and Billy Moore in making careers out of terminal slum tourism and upsetting those who – by and large – deserve to be upset, has spawned a whole cesspit full of pound shop copycats for whom the ends – more clicks – always justifies the means.

None of this of course is anything new. The National Front and Class War brought crude tabloidism to British politics in the 1980s with all the sophistication of your average Viz Comic in their utter desperation for attention – the old lie of ‘hated but rated’ – and much good it did them!

But alas! in the 21st century, today’s soap box orators with any sense do so online, where their rantings can be monetised, and where the motto Grime Pays needs little recommendation to those who wouldn’t have an ice cream’s chance in hell of attention any other way.

The worst of it is, like The Angry Bootneck, the less they have worthwhile to say, the more reward they get – and if ever there encapsulated how far society has sunk this last decade there is no greater damning indicator.

This atypical snapshot of this skeet’s channel in any given fortnight shows the viewer exactly what to expect – grotesque exaggeration as to the content to any given video (they seldom, if ever, approach anything near to the premise the headline and the AI generated splash pictures promise).

Headline peppered with phrases such as COLLAPSED! BREAKS DOWN! MELTS DOWN! UNTHINKABLE! HUMILIATION! MASSIVE VICTORY! ISLAM TAKE OVER! SHOCKING! and his all time favourite IT’S OFFICIAL! give no clue that the entire channel consists of him posting up whatever he’s lately found on social media posting by some fellow nobody that is somehow ‘proof’ that Rupert Lowe – leader of his own Restore GB party (after being expelled from Nigel Farage’s Reform UK for being, erm, a full fat bigot) which is nothing more than a reheated British National Party (and the John Tyndall version at that!) – is somehow the messiah the UK has long been looking for.

Say what you may about Nigel Farage, he’s a consummate orator who knows how to articulate a plausible argument to just about any premise, even when you entirely disagree with it, you’ll concede privately he has a point.

Rupert Lowe by contrast is the sort of vicious bore one gets stuck with on last trains home on Friday nights, determined you should be their audience for the wondrous revelation the gods hath dispensed unto them via the holy sacrament of cheap keg ale upon his mighty intellect to disseminate to the befuddled masses.

Everyone is entitled to an opinion, however divorced from the realities of this dimension it may be, but Taylor doesn’t even bother like Paul Joseph Watson’s at times disturbing to the bone Modernity channel to show his working to any claims made.

Most are empty series after empty series of posting up half screen length screenshots with an elongated verbal equivalent of going ‘Aha! There!’ like Marvolo Gaunt waving Slytherin’s Locket at the Magical Law Enforcement Squad thinking doing so was tantamount to Churchill’s ‘We Shall Fight Them On The Beaches’ speech in the Commons.

The disturbing part is – O Tempora, O Mores – that so many do.