Major newspapers have been publishing people of Myers' ilk for years. No wonder trust in the press is plummetingby Richard Seymour / July 31, 2017 / Leave a comment
What is the optimal level of shock? Every week, in some bland broadsheet or trashfire tabloid, a middle-aged male sadsack lines up the sacred cows of political correctness, shoots them (“in front of their families,” as Jeremy Clarkson might have it), and awaits the scandalised response with a cheeky smirk.
It could be Rod Liddle propounding the weakness of the female sex, Clarkson gleefully punning about “slopes,” or Toby Young slyly suggesting that not enough straight, white men are rewarded at the Oscars.
It could be Howard Jacobson wondering whether the “Asian communities” one sees on television might “want to kill Jews”—a thought he bravely tried to express “without sounding gross”—or James Delingpole apparently saying, of an article about Suzanne Moore, that after “such a seeing-to, she’ll be walking bow-legged for weeks”. Or just Richard Littlejohn, Katie Hopkins or Melanie Phillips any other week.