Minnie’s Musings

Okay, there is some decidedly twisted logic in this one…

The BBC is on the rack. The Conservatives and Reform are howling with vigorous outrage. Ed Davie is being sensible (though likely deciding against diving into a silo as an illustrative stunt). Phone ins are lit up by people who really do have better things to do, but welcome the distraction of waiting on the line for their 30 seconds of fame.

The country is divided – like it wasn’t already – and BBC executives are holed up in wherever they are held up in these days, frantically waiting for the Board (on which I have already pontificated) to stop making a pig’s ear of this fiasco.

I digress. Back to DT.

If there is anything more likely to induce a volte face among the Great British Public (GBP) it is DT threatening a law suit. For one billion dollars no less. Not one to waste an opportunity to make some money, he has slapped a big figure on making a big fuss. In a state where the judiciary will take a sympathetic view of the anguish and trauma that he has “suffered”.

As the BBC keeps telling us – in the gaps between Strictly and Casualty – it is Our BBC. If the NHS is our national religion, the BBC is our front lawn. The occasional weed doth pop up on occasion but it is otherwise a well tended display of what is best about our Sceptered Isle.

Therefore we will indulge in a rare bout of national unity not involving a royal wedding or a football, and rally ourselves to defend Our BBC. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the skies… etc. And we are right to do so. Because it is an institution we should be proud of and protect.

Of course, this may be an own goal on the part of DT. As it is an opportunity to rehash the whole January 6th episode and examine what he did say in that “perfect” speech (in which he came dangerously close to inciting sedition if not leaping over that particular legal bar) Americans may sit back with a furrowed brow and contemplate the precipitous slope they are trundling down.

So let us gather our hoes and shovels (who has a pitch fork these days?) and sit in a traffic jam trying to get to the beach. Let us all cry England (Scotland, Wales, Nothern Ireland, the Isle of Man, the Channel Islands…) for Harry (or Charlie) and St George, (St Andrew, St David, St Patrick… ). Enough inclusive crow-barring for the morning. You get my point.