This has been the week that I have finally had enough. And it’s still only Wednesday.

First, this declaration on FB:

Right. Enough now. For far too long I have tolerated ignorant racist dog whistles from people who have never bothered to read or educate themselves and don’t give a f*** about the impact of their posts. For you it’s a momentary click; for me it only perpetuates the bigotry and hatred I’ve encountered for the whole of my life.

I’m drawing a line right here and unfriending people I can no longer trust. I have been nice and indulged your nastiness for far too long. It’s about time you faced some consequences for your actions. From tonight my FB will be for real friends only.

 

 

And then I went through my followers list and weeded out the people who give me ag. All except one or two problematic cases but that’s for another day.

Next was the letter to our numpty MP:

Dear Bob

I’m sure that by the time of my writing you are only too aware of how widely you have been ridiculed for the abject stupidity of your recent parliamentary contributions on the subjects of the R number for Covid transmission and also for the fact that your dogs will no longer be able to travel freely between Beckenham and France on their pet passports, a move for which you, in your support of Brexit, actually voted. Perhaps you mistakenly believed that, having voted for Brexit and thereby to remove the EU citizenship freedoms of my children whilst securing that of your own through your wife, your dogs would automatically be entitled to EU citizenship. You have now discovered that that is not the case. It never was. We told you so.
I’ve also seen a response of yours to another constituent on the subject of the recent Black Lives Matter protests. Having had the misfortune of being constrained to listen to your vacuous, rambling and inconsequential speeches, your reply only confirms my view that you and your voters would rather remain in smug ignorance of major issues as long as you perceive them to affect only other people. (You’re probably not even aware of how damaging it is to cite being friendly with someone of a different ethnicity years ago as evidence that you aren’t racist. Relatedly, it is probably better if we draw a veil over your wife’s behaviour towards me, a person of colour, whenever she has encountered me.) As usual you appear to be cut from the same cloth as your pitiful party leader. Might I remind you once again that your duty is to represent the interests of all of your constituents and not merely the ones with whom you, in your blissful ignorance, happen to agree.
Now you find that even your family is not exempt from the rules and that even you must bear the consequences of your actions. We told you so. You refused to listen.
Regards
Gita Bapat
Sent from my iPad
People in Beckenham actually vote for him and, I’m sad to say, I know a few who are perfectly happy to be represented by this shambolic mediocrity. I know it’s mainly a futile gesture but I think of it as being the mosquito🦟 inside the net at 2am. To say that they’d vote for a donkey in a blue hat is a total insult to donkeys, which is why I generally refrain from saying it. Oh.
So, OK, suitably relieved of my political gripe, off I went to the socially-distanced gym which was full as it normally is these days. My simmering irritation was only heightened by one discourteous woman. Not the Chinese one in the blue vest this time. No this was the thin blonde who goes around DB scowling. It prompted this FB post:

To:

1) The people who still refuse to wear a mask in supermarkets or on public transport despite the signs;
2) The woman who at 11.10 this morning had been on one of all four occupied treadmills at Club Siena for well over an hour despite there being a courtesy limit of 30 minutes;
3) The numpty who gleefully wove his scooter at speed downhill by DBIS at the end of the school day ON THE PAVEMENT frightening dogs and children alike:

Can’t you read? Why are you so rude and selfish? Do you believe that by dint of being able to live in DB, you no longer have to follow any social courtesies?

My response:

1) We see you. Only your narrow social bubble likes you, and even then who knows how much?;
2) Everyone else has had to modify their workout routine, why not you? Past 40 it’s either your face and your bum;
3) Should you ever develop past being an overgrown, petulant teenager, and someone is misguided enough to have children with you, I hope someone else teaches them how to behave.

Do I feel better? Not really. But sometimes you have to do something more than just tut and mutter quietly to yourself.