Is Jeremy Clarkson following the Kanye West self destruct path? Is he a tired old tosser ineptly trying to shock people for attention? Or has he reached that age when the social filters crumble as senility kicks in?
His recent addition to his bile collection that he daubs with crayons and sends to The Sun newspaper contains a truly astounding attack on Meghan Markle.
Meghan, though, is a different story. I hate her.
Not like I hate Nicola Sturgeon or Rose West. I hate her on a cellular level. At night, I’m unable to sleep as I lie there, grinding my teeth and dreaming of the day when she is made to parade naked through the streets of every town in Britain while the crowds chant, “Shame!” and throw lumps of excrement at her.
Let’s get real. Jeremy Clarkson has never lain in his bed grinding his teeth thinking about Meghan Markle. It’s cheap hyperbole that would look shit in a schoolchild essay. He’s pretending that this matters to him. It doesn’t. Like a puppy humping a visitor’s leg, he’s after attention.
His schtick is grumpy old man ranting about something he he hasn’t ranted about recently, although four pieces ranting about Meghan in two years is beginning to sound a bit like a broken record.
However, this latest spew goes too far, from the adolescent musing that she is a worse person than Rose West, and wishing her to be paraded naked with excrement hurled at her.
He is possibly trying to self-destruct, but in a limited way. Seems like he is too cowardly to tell The Sun that he no longer wants to do the column, so he has delivered something that will generate sufficient outrage to get him sacked. This way, his pathetic victim complex allows him to convince himself that he is the one that is being attacked.
Those brought up in the 50s, 60s and 70s were exposed to a lot of racism and misogyny. It was everywhere including TV programmes, films, newspapers, job adverts and house rental notices. Most of us brought up in that era recognise it as appalling and would never dream of articulating any of those views out loud. However, there is no denying that ideas taken in as impressionable youngsters are still floating around in recesses. A cruel twist of declining mental vigour, often as a result of conditions such as dementia, the social filters stop working and objectionable bile comes out.
Most likely he is a tired old tosser ineptly trying to shock people for attention.