Morning, you beautiful bastards.
The inspiration for this post comes from an entirely extraneous place. Before sitting down to type, I was watching The Book Of Eli with Denzel Washington – that’s ambiguous… I obviously mean that Denzel Washington was in the film, not that he popped over for the evening and we sat awkwardly through one of his films.
I’m now pondering exactly how I’d react if Denzel – we’re on first name terms in my head – arrived unannounced at my home and suggested a movie night. What kind of snacks would he like? Is he talkative? What potential is there for him going all ‘Training Day’ on me should I not prove an adequate host?
It’s simply not an occurrence I’m prepared for.
The Book Of Eli reminded me of Twitter at present. Around each and every dark corner of a dystopian world lurks nefarious characters seemingly hell-bent on causing untold misery. There is an element of social media that seems to revel in moments of trouble and strife.
Note: I should make it clear that The Book Of Eli similarities end there and this post isn’t some attempt at centring myself in a Christ metaphor.
Unless of course…
*cues dramatic music*
In a time of peril, James ‘Raul’ Stokes was born of an ethereal plain and transported to Earth to bring justice and the word of God to a cruel, unforgiving world. He was mankind’s last hope, a harbinger of holy wrath, a peacemaker, a surprisingly formidable lover, a complete f**king idiot who’s getting WAY off topic here.
All the chitter-chatter causing such rage at present surrounds one man; Arsene Wenger. As I’ve stated before on many an occasion, he isn’t infallible. Not by any stretch of the imagination. I love the man without question, but it’s okay to offer criticism of him. That’s part of being a fan; having an opinion. The current state of the team and our fortunes worries me, and I’ve steadily begun to think Arsene, for all the wonders he’s accomplished during his time at Arsenal, might not be the man to take us forward. Even the greatest have to stop at some point.
I don’t see any problem with that opinion.
What I find abhorrent is the rage, the unrelentingly vicious and idiotic comments that are splattered across social media. Arsene Wenger may not have your faith, support or your reverence, but what he has done for Arsenal unquestionably warrants your respect.
Of course, I don’t aim that statement at everyone. Chances are, if you’re reading this, you’re a fan who’s as bewildered and achingly tired of the tedious merry-go-round of hatred we find ourselves faced with as I am.
When did everyone start getting so angry? There are certain formats available – naming no names – that perpetuate hatred because it sells. Nobody clicks onto an article that features something rational, but if you stick a camera outside The Emirates after a defeat and interview people with the emotional stability of a PCP addict playing Flappy Bird in a graveyard then you’ll find traffic comes your way in the thousands. Soon others attempt something similar and before you know it the vast majority of stuff available to peruse is aimed at getting on your f**king nerves.
Maybe this post is getting on your nerves (if you’ve got this far)
I’ve hardly got the the point of the title yet… The 5 reasons to be cheerful.
So, here they are folks:
- We have Alexis Sanchez and he’s awesome.
- Crisps are nice. I often find the humble crisp is an underrated and overlooked snack. They’re varied, delicious and oh-so versatile. Wether it’s be a pub-based snack to fuel discussion or simply a garnish on top of a luxurious sandwich, the crisp really is a treat everyone can enjoy.
- Alexis Sanchez… What a guy.
- The weather is becoming increasingly cold and that means we can all wear hats. I do love a fashionable wooly hat. I’ve a wonderful collection.
And that’s me done for today. When you write something silly about a subject people take REALLY seriously, you’ll get nasty remarks in the comments. Far be it from me to refuse you the opportunity to call me names, so allow me to take this opportunity to point you toward the comments section of this post – just below these words.
I shall return tomorrow with more. Until that time, and as always; thanks for reading, you beautiful bastards.
Note: International football is on the way this week and I reserve the right to talk about whatever I please to entertain myself during this time. As a direct result, this may result is stupid things appearing on this blog. I’m sorry (not really)