The Angry Exile: Infantilisation

The Hangman

Into our town the Hangman came,
Smelling of gold and blood and flame.
And he paced our bricks with a diffident air,
And built his frame in the courthouse square.
The scaffold stood by the courthouse side,
Only as wide as the door was wide;
A frame as tall, or little more,
Than the capping sill of the courthouse door.
And we wondered, whenever we had the time,
Who the criminal, what the crime
That the Hangman judged with the yellow twist
of knotted hemp in his busy fist.
And innocent though we were, with dread,
We passed those eyes of buckshot lead --
Till one cried: "Hangman, who is he
For whom you raised the gallows-tree?"
Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye,
And he gave us a riddle instead of reply:
"He who serves me best," said he,
"Shall earn the rope of the gallows-tree."
And he stepped down, and laid his hand
On a man who came from another land.
And we breathed again, for another's grief
At the Hangman's hand was our relief
And the gallows-frame on the courthouse lawn
By tomorrow's sun would be struck and gone.
So we gave him way, and no one spoke,
Out of respect for his Hangman's cloak.
The next day's sun looked mildly down
On roof and street in our quiet town,
And stark and black in the morning air
Was the gallows-tree in the courthouse square.
And the Hangman stood at his usual stand
With the yellow hemp in his busy hand;
With his buckshot eye and his jaw like a pike
And his air so knowing and business-like.
And we cried, "Hangman, have you not done
Yesterday, with the foreign one?"
Then we fell silent, and stood amazed,
"Oh, not for him was the gallows raised."
He laughed a laugh as he looked at us:
"Did you think I'd gone to all this fuss
To hang one man? That's a thing I do
To stretch a rope when the rope is new."
Then one cried "Murder!" and one cried "Shame!"
And into our midst the Hangman came
To that man's place. "Do you hold," said he,
"with him that was meant for the gallows-tree?"
And he laid his hand on that one's arm.
And we shrank back in quick alarm!
And we gave him way, and no one spoke
Out of fear of his Hangman's cloak.
That night we saw with dread surprise
The Hangman's scaffold had grown in size.
Fed by the blood beneath the chute,
The gallows-tree had taken root;
Now as wide, or a little more,
Than the steps that led to the courthouse door,
As tall as the writing, or nearly as tall,
Halfway up on the courthouse wall.
The third he took -- we had all heard tell --
Was a usurer, and an infidel.
"What," said the Hangman "have you to do
With the gallows-bound, and he a Jew?"
And we cried out, "Is this one he
Who has served you well and faithfully?"
The Hangman smiled: "It's a clever scheme
to try the strength of the gallows-beam."
The fourth man's dark, accusing song
Had scratched our comfort hard and long;
"And what concern," he gave us back.
"Have you for the doomed -- the doomed and Black?"
The fifth. The sixth. And we cried again,
"Hangman, Hangman, is this the man?"
"It's a trick," he said. "that we hangmen know
For easing the trap when the trap springs slow."
And so we ceased, and asked no more,
As the Hangman tallied his bloody score.
And sun by sun, and night by night,
The gallows grew to monstrous height.
The wings of the scaffold opened wide
Till they covered the square from side to side;
And the monster cross-beam, looking down,
Cast its shadow across the town.
Then through the town the Hangman came,
Through the empty streets, and called my name --
And I looked at the gallows soaring tall,
And thought, "There is no one left at all
For hanging, and so he calls to me
To help pull down the gallows-tree."
So I went out with right good hope
To the Hangman's tree and the Hangman's rope.
He smiled at me as I came down
To the courthouse square through the silent town.
And supple and stretched in his busy hand
Was the yellow twist of the hempen strand.
And he whistled his tune as he tried the trap,
And it sprang down with a ready snap --
And then with a smile of awful command
He laid his hand upon my hand.
"You tricked me. Hangman!," I shouted then,
"That your scaffold was built for other men...
And I no henchman of yours," I cried,
"You lied to me, Hangman. Foully lied!"
Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye,
"Lied to you? Tricked you?" he said. "Not I.
For I answered straight and I told you true --
The scaffold was raised for none but you.
For who has served me more faithfully
Then you with your coward's hope?" said he,
"And where are the others who might have stood
Side by your side in the common good?"
"Dead," I whispered. And amiably
"Murdered," the Hangman corrected me:
"First the foreigner, then the Jew...
I did no more than you let me do."
Beneath the beam that blocked the sky
None had stood so alone as I.
The Hangman noosed me, and no voice there
Cried "Stop!" for me in the empty square.

Maurice Ogden

Sunday, 27 February 2011

Infantilisation

Oh no, a computer game. We're all doomed.

A new ‘sexy party’ computer game has outraged parents with lurid adult content which they claim will encourage orgies and under-age sex.
The Nintendo Wii game We Dare has styled itself ‘sexy’ but has only been given a 12+ rating.
Many parents insist it is not suitable for a console which is popular with families and teenagers.

So? Don't let them play it then.

Parents have described the 12+ certificate as ‘appalling’ and ‘unbelievable’.
Laura Pearson, 52, from Birmingham, said: ‘I have a 13-year-old daughter and if I knew she was playing such a highly charged sexual game with boys, I would be appalled.'

So? Don't let her play it then, and tell her she can't visit friends who have got it. She does still rely on you for everything, right? Hint hint.

‘Nintendo Wii’s are family consoles popular among children and youngsters. This is totally inappropriate.’

What, Laura, and your reaction isn't when you have the simple alternative of not buying it and not letting them play it?

George Hardy, a 46-year-old father, said: ‘No wonder we have problems in society with unsafe sex and under-age sex when kids can get hold of games like this.'

At the risk of repeating myself, if you're worried about your kids then don't let them play it. You're not everybody's father, George.

‘Imagine a room of testerone-fuelled teenagers playing this, something could get out of hand. It sounds drastic but I could see it.’

So don't fucking let them play it.

Rachel Caswell, 28, who has a ten-year-old daughter Heidi, said: ‘Luckily I won’t have to worry about this for a while but to think that in just two years, my little girl could legally play this game is just unbelievable.'

Jesus Christ, do you lot want David Cameron to personally go round the shops and take every copy off the shelves, or fucking what? Are you so weak and devoid of any fucking instinct for parenting that you've incapable of handling this in any way except whining to the Mainly fucking Fail? The fucking word you need to use is 'No'. It's two letters, adjacent in the fucking alphabet, forming a single, easy to remember syllable. Stop crying to Nanny and fucking learn it.

'Kinell! Can't people fucking do anything for themselves anymore?

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AmbushPredator 59p · 734 weeks ago

"So? Don't let them play it then."

*gasp* Take some responsibility themselves?!? That's crazy talk! What else is the government for?

I can't wait until Mumsnet get onto it :)

"Imagine a room of testerone-fuelled teenagers playing this, something could get out of hand."

It's been a long time since I was a teenager, but from what I can dimly recall, things 'got out of hand' back then even when the only computer game on the horizon was one for the Spectrum...

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Angry_Exile 90p · 734 weeks ago

Oh, yeah, Mumsnet and their ouija-line direct to Mary Whitehouse. Only ever says fucking 'no' of course.

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jimfryar 34p · 734 weeks ago

Hell AP, computers were unheard of when I was a teen, Flash Gordon drove his spaceship manually. We were still horny little bastards. :D

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nisakiman 54p · 734 weeks ago

Same as that Jim. Some things never change, computer games or no computer games. It was the back of the bike shed (or wherever) when I was a teen.

And what the bloody hell's mumsnet? What with my youngest (of four) being 22, I'm a bit out of touch...

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Angry_Exile 90p · 734 weeks ago

I think it's an online forum for mums. Mainly mums of the GROLIES variety by the sounds of things.

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jimfryar 34p · 734 weeks ago

I really can't help on this one, I'm way older than you guys.

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nisakiman 54p · 734 weeks ago

Ha! GROLIES! What a lovely acronym! And how wonderfully apposite! Yes, I've encountered lots of that type.

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bbb · 734 weeks ago

The parents need a game where they can learn to say no!

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Angry_Exile 90p · 734 weeks ago

Good idea. Maybe some kind of parenting simulation that allows you to have a real life shag if you get enough points. I know, I know, very illiberal and we shouldn't, but not an unpleasant dream.

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Bill · 734 weeks ago

Mary Whitehouse the only woman alive at the time who had never heard of the 'off button' or understood that if the plug is pulled from the wall socket all telly filth disappeared or realised that there was more than one TV channel broadcasting at the same time so people were exercising their power of choice when watching said filth.

Mumsnet run by the wife of a Guardian employee. Who'd have thought.

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Angry_Exile 90p · 734 weeks ago

I didn't know and I'm not surprised. Kind of fits in with the GROLIES comment I've just left in reply to nisakiman.

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Longrider · 734 weeks ago

"'Kinell! Can't people fucking do anything for themselves anymore? "

No.
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Angry_Exile 90p · 734 weeks ago

To quote Marvin, "Depressing, isn't it?"

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