I’ve been thinking about a question Walking asked: “why some British people are just so OK with giving away our fishing rights”.
It’s part of a wider malaise, isn’t it? There are some people - very few, I think, but very vocal - who boil with rage about the EU, about the Evil Tories, about what they perceive as the “Little Englander” thinking of their neighbours and who express their hatred by wishing harm on their own country and their fellow citizens.
They come across as quite unhinged. No sane person wants their own country to be reduced to destitution just to prove a point. That’s disordered thinking.
When I was in the police many years ago, such people poured out their bile in letters usually written in green ink, often with lots of capitals and demented underlining. They were known as File 13 correspondents: File 13 being the wastepaper bin and the only suitable receptacle for their efforts. Unfortunately, the digital age - a boon in so many ways - also gives File 13 correspondents greater reach as well as the means to connect with each other.
I did relay some time ago an excerpt from Tim Shipman’s book, All Out War, in which he quotes a (wisely anonymous) Labour MP. “There are always going to be 500,000 people in this country who are off-the-page nuts,” the MP sighed. “The problem we’ve got is that they have all joined the Labour party to vote for Jeremy Corbyn.”
Part of that is pure hyperbole, of course: I absolutely do not believe that all Labour Party members are off-the-page nuts. In fact, the debates going on in other threads show clearly that many decent Labour supporters are agonising about the leadership contest and hoping that good sense will prevail.
However, the Labour MP probably wasn’t far off with his estimate of the total number of off-the-page nuts all over the country. They’ve always been around, searching for a cause, looking for a way to get themselves noticed. Even if the only way they can do that is by being obnoxious. And yes, even in prisons, even among the most heinous of criminals, there is a hierarchy, a scramble to be at the top of an imaginary heap by being the most horrible. It’s crazy. But it’s how things are and always have been.
I soon learned that what such people crave is validation. They have such poor self-esteem that the only way they know how to get attention, even of the negative variety, is by being a right royal PITA. And the only way to deal with that is quite simple - don’t engage. Just ignore. They are desperate for validation so if they don’t get it in one place, they’ll move on somewhere else.
Well, that was a metaphorical wander down Memory Lane, wasn’t it? All sparked off by a very reasonable question from Walking. I just thought I’d share.