THE horrors embedded within the story of Jimmy Savile are multiple. The crimes speak for themselves in the scale of their debauchery and wickedness. Yet, equally as nauseating, was the passivity of so many around him. The man was hiding in plain sight and instead of seeing what is now so plainly obvious – a creepy, old and unfunny perv – he was afford the status of national treasure.
Read this on TCW. It’s a superb piece and nails virtue signalling with regard Savile. I recall, many years ago, when I created a Facebook account. Before no time, I suddenly had 100+ “friends” and I was thinking "hey this is great!" But it all felt wrong somehow. I found myself posting and then checking back for “likes” and wondered “what the hell am I doing?” In the end, I ditched FB and most social media. I dislike how it is has become a way of life and how people expect me to use it to keep in contact. In terms of Savile, my own experience of psychopaths was to conclude that the most terrifying thing about them was “other people” – how they seem wilfully blind and would hang on their every word.
Read this on TCW. It’s a superb piece and nails virtue signalling with regard Savile. I recall, many years ago, when I created a Facebook account. Before no time, I suddenly had 100+ “friends” and I was thinking "hey this is great!" But it all felt wrong somehow. I found myself posting and then checking back for “likes” and wondered “what the hell am I doing?” In the end, I ditched FB and most social media. I dislike how it is has become a way of life and how people expect me to use it to keep in contact. In terms of Savile, my own experience of psychopaths was to conclude that the most terrifying thing about them was “other people” – how they seem wilfully blind and would hang on their every word.