BEATS OF LOVE
127. Drifting in the Moonlight by Richenel
BLAIR'S TIMING couldn't have been worse. UK's second generation Muslim population was integrating at pace when he waged his illegal war. Both the police and media then scapegoated them whilst shielding the footy firms who caused carnage in their neighbourhoods. Inciting riots and galvanising far-right hate groups.
After picking up a broken seven inch single, I instantly fell out of love with his plotted acts of violence. Finding record shopping was a better way to spend my Saturdays. He goaded my pal's young-brother into throwing a petrol bomb a few years later that epitomised his cowardice. Scarpering whilst my pal's young brother faced serious charges.
Sadly, my pal, like many, has got more obsessed with the frightening concepts surrounding Islam and immigration than the footy of late. Concepts put into his head by fake online memes and coercive, radicalising posts, but legitimised by the divisive and cowardly rhetoric of a few politicians and journalists who don't let the truth they obscure impede their inflammatory arguments. Goading arguments that have given way to a scarpering silence in the past few days.
They mistake secularism for progress while falsely labelling immigrants as backward. True backwardness is an emotional and aggressive reaction to everything; stuck in a perpetual state of teenage angst and amplified by immature public figures. That inability to mature is the real regression.
It's as pathetic as it is cowardly to encourage in any way a protest borne of beak and strong lager that will inevitably turn violent, which targets entirely innocent people. A riot then, in everything but name. 
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