When Netflix -drama -adolescence was released, there was a national breath intake.
The frightening representation of what a 13-year-old boy led to kill a female schoolmate was horrifying.
Bonnie Blue is lost in a world of extreme porn that fits far too neatly with the crooked world view of Andrew Tate[/caption]
The poster boy for the male atmosphere is Tate, a cigaring Neanderthal who calls women ‘hos’ and thinks masculinity is measured in supercars[/caption]
“Could my teenager be a murderer -filled murderer like Jamie?” Many of us were worried.
The core of the story was the dangerous influence of online porn and the “manosphere”, a vague internet community of misogynistic idiots.
And, as we know, the poster boy for the manosphere is Andrew Tate, a cigaring Neanderthal who calls women ‘hos’ and thinks masculinity is measured in supercars.
Children know about Foghorn voice Tate because unfortunately he is everywhere (he still has 10.7 million followers on X, after being banned from Instagram and Facebook).
But children are also aware of him because their teachers at school talk about him in an attempt to challenge his poisonous masculinity of masculinity.
What a good thing is.
The more that can be done to prevent children from worshiping on Tate’s repugnant altar, which is currently confronted with rape and human trafficking in Romania, the better.
But Andrew Tate is of course not the only person who leads to an increase in female hatred in young people. Others are also working on it. And they do not necessarily exist in the manosphere. Some are indeed not even men. Like Bonnie Blue.
If you don’t know Bonnie Blue, then you are lucky. But I bet that 1,000 V-bucks will do your teenage son. Mine does. He is 13.
Bonnie Blue is a bottle blonde, self-proclaimed “porn star influenced” that can usually be found on a Wip-Clean mattress that has sex with as many men as possible (some “hardly legal”, as she likes to brag).
Her record, she claims, is more than a thousand in one session.
Or while she places it charming at the head of her X page: “I am the slut that slept with 1,057 men in 12 hours.”
The 25-year-old, from Derbyshire, places the creepy results of her exploits about social media, where her fans throw and shout about her relegation while she pretends to enjoy it.
Bonnie is certainly insatiable – for attention as much as sex.
So of course hair next Stunt was certainly even more striking. And so it passed.
She announced this week that she was on one rural “Dogging Tour”, where she will participate in “public sexual acts” with provincial perverts at beneficial locations such as Bradford and Skegness. Focus on the kind of indignation they thrive. “It’s terrible!” etc.
Bonnie finds it all a bit of harmless pleasure. She is a woman in control, bla bla bla.
But I don’t think she has control anymore. She is lost in a world of extreme porn that fits far too neatly with the warping world view of Andrew Tate.
A place where women are nothing more than, as Bonnie has, “sluts” that are passed on by horny, amoral men.
It is a deep depressing existence, but it is also worrying. The antics of hers and her kind of damaged young boys, 50 percent of whom are already exposed to pornography by the time they are 13.
They urgently need to teach that the behavior of Bonnie Blue is anything but normal. They have to learn that the “sex” she peddds just misogynia is dressed as a fantasy of men.
British schools have given sex education since 1889. At the time, the lessons were somewhat reluctant and they were only focused on what married couples did between the sheets.
The idea that teachers who discuss someone like Bonnie Blue with their students would have been unthinkable.
But maybe it’s time they did.
China’s Zhao Xintong could do for Snooker what Luke Littler did for the darts[/caption]
Fair Play to the Chinese Zhao Xintong for winning an impressive Snooker World Championships Final and channeling a little bit of the old Higgins Higgins (so he was hasty, he molished the last black).
He is not only the first Asian to win the game, he is only the sixth non-Brit to take the Silver Lady home since the first tournament in 1927, won by Joe Davis, who ruled the Roost for a stunning 15 years in a row.
Much has been said about how this 28-year-old boy from a record of ten Chinese players will transform into this year of this year.
He will do what Luke Littler has done for the arrows for Snooker is thinking.
And yes, fresh blood in the game of an old man is not a bad thing.
But I can’t help me to feel a bit foggy eyes about what is perhaps the start of the end of the dominance of Great Britain in another sport we invented.
‘Ants in their pants’
Four guys were convicted after they have tried to smuggle 5,400 living queue from Kenya.
I can imagine the scene at customs.
“Pardon, sir, you seem quite agitated. Is there something to give?”
“Oh, don’t mind me, I just have ants in my pants.”
A quick journey to the north to see the family recently and I felt that I would end up on the moon instead of in the Peak District.
The horrible roads have more craters than asphalt, some of them so great that they would have shocked Neil Armstrong.
Fortunately, the cavalry is on the road in the form of a Merkspanking-new reform-oriented Derbyshire County Council.
The Posse of Nigel Farage protected 42 of the 64 seats last Thursday, giving the Sitting Tory Council a serious kick.
But as new chosen councilor Stephen Read admitted: “We have a big job ahead of us.”
They really do it.
Let’s hope that the reform is now placed so much energy In repairing the roads while they devote themselves to burning their anti-wokkers references.
So now even the art world is bumpy by the cult of Wakker.
Artists are so petrified by the fall of the PC police that they do not say something too provocative, according to a freedom in the art report.
Only ten percent of the respondents said they felt free to express their opinion, especially if they happened to be the views that were corrected by Luvvies.
You know, outrageous things such as supporting Israel, supporting Brexit or suggesting ‘women’ with penises not really women at all.
This paranoia will feed their work, leading to a self-censural generation that produces safe, derivative nonsense that would not see misplaced in the frame gangpad in Dunelm.
Feeding this climate of anxiety is the crashing right -wing doctor Council England, which spreads £ 458.5 million of our money every year.
Last year it warned that “open political work” would break his financing agreements.
It was later forced to do a U-turn on that hard-handed Big Brother approach after a return by artists who accused of censorship.
That is your art council England, people – another quango -financed Quango hopelessly no contact with the people whose money spends it.
Pints are going up with another 20 p this month, according to the boss of ‘spoons.
Colin tried this drink called Ba Thundercurrant in a Boozer near the office, and describes it as a cross between Ribena and methylated spirits[/caption]
A night out with the gang will soon cost about the same as a package holiday of a week to Lanzarote. Full board. It’s enough to let you drink to drink.
But save a thought for our poor residents of London, where some pints already cost twenty pounds.
I discovered this fruity song, named Ba Thundercurrant, near a Boozer nearby the office The other night.
Curiosity got me better, so I scraped some change and ordered a ⅓ pint, a cut of only £ 6.70.
I would describe the taste of this 7.7 percent Tipple as a cross between Ribena and methylated spirits.
Save your money.
Prince Louis teases his brother George on the Ve Day Parade[/caption]
Let’s hear it for the hero of the week, Prince Louis.
His teasing of brother George on the Ve Day Parade was Gallagher-like trolls.
You can already see from the naughty atmosphere of Louis that the fourth in line to the throne will be the one to look at. Good.
Because that is the thing of the royals – they all go boring as they get to the big job. You always need one of their peers to wear the Maverick Crown and to keep us all interested.
And we need Louis more than ever. All other Royal Ravers have the family ashamed or grew up and became a bit boring (sorry Zara).
So we trust in the young prince. Keep it up, boy.
Cut price work
I nodded when the Churchill Dog to the sun column of Adrian Chiles on rise.
I have spent more on the ailments of my rescue cat Wallace than David Beckham blew his never -ending 50th birthday.
But another friend informs me about an ingenious idea. . . Take your pet to France, where veterinarians usually charge a quarter for the same work as that in Blightty.
I like the sound of it.
A quick journey over La Horn for a sliced tooth extraction for the cat and 24 bottles of duty-free red for me.
