|The ignorant mind.|
Written by Curryman on Friday, 23rd Jan 2015 17:34
The ignorant mind, it is said, with its infinite afflictions, passions, and evils, is rooted in the three poisons. Greed, anger, and delusion. (Bodhi dharma).
It could be true that, no drug, not even alcohol, causes the fundamental ills we are seeing at Blackpool FC. If we're looking for the source of our troubles, we shouldn't look at people for drugs, whether they be literal or actual, we should test them for stupidity, ignorance, greed and love of power.
To add to a quote from Democritus in which he said ‘It is greed to do all the talking but not to want to listen at all’ we should ask the question, when have the fans ever been listened to? Yes there have, in the past, been meets, but little seems to have come from them apart from the fans buying signs for the club, buying flag poles for the ground, erecting a statue of our greatest living legend and so on. What has come from the other side apart from false promises, lie after lie, a steady (now fast) decline and currently writs?
It was stated by OO at the opening of the South Stand that without the financial assistance of our club president Valeri Belokon, the stand would not have been built. He was also praised as a giant of a man for having secured the footballer Adam and many others. OO went on to say that he believed his team would not be in the Championship without his support. Yet now he is damned as the devil incarnate by the same people who so lavishly praised him at that time! I just don’t subscribe to the thinking. It was after the investments by a certain Mr Belokon that things started to take off at the club, and it is since his side lining or concentration on other more pressing matters that things appear to have gone tits up, if you’ll excuse the expression.
In a misguided effort to try and put things back onto an even keel, or is it to shut the opposition and protests up and seek some sort of revenge, we now find that the full weight of the wealth and power of our owners is being used against unsuspecting fans. Everyday hail fellow well met, salt of the earth people whose only crime, it would seem, is to criticise those who must be obeyed and maybe sometimes being over exuberant in their protestations at some fairness in re-investment within the club are being singled out and threatened with court action. It would do those bringing the action to consider the following. When you are offended at any man's fault or criticism, turn to yourself and study your own failings. Then you will forget your anger, otherwise when that anger rises you should think of the consequences as whilst seeking revenge, you will need to dig two graves – one being for yourself. It is better, therefore, to destroy one's own errors than those of others.
Charles E Wilson said: ‘No one should suffer from the great delusion that any form of communism or socialism which promotes the dictatorship of the few instead of the initiative of the millions can produce a happier or more prosperous society.’ The same can be said for a football club, to coin the phrase no owner should suffer from the great delusion that a dictatorship of a family instead of the initiative of the many fans can produce a happier or more prosperous relationship between the two. Our present situation bears that out. Bottom of everything, all leagues whether they be goals scored, games won, points accumulated and so on. The facts are in the public domain and no one and I mean no one can deny them or argue with them. OK, we are lead to believe that we are the envy of the football league, but only one man is saying that and probably in his delusional world, believing it.
Every paper and some TV channels have picked up on the goings on at our club, and besides the forensic examination carried out by Channel 4, the most telling was probably that which appeared in the Football League Paper recently. Not only did it compare the saintly benevolence of Jack Howard at Wolves, a seemingly first class gentleman and a man who put football first, with the avaricious, rapacious and selfish behaviour of our wonderful family, who have apparently received a lot and seemingly spent little of the windfall, nay the jackpot, that has been given to the club since our one season in the Premier League. If I were treated in such a way by news outlet after news outlet I would hang my head in shame and want to curl up in a ball and rock, Basil Fawlty style. But not our lot, instead they appear to just become even tetchier, angry and unresponsive to anything that is said by anyone whether they be fan, journalist or anyone else. The result being another writ to another fan, who is probably an easy target for multi-millionaires, but complete and utter silence when the same things and worse are said by the aforementioned reporters.
Imagine the furore had one of the fans been bold, or is it stupid, enough to have created a caricature of KO with Dracula teeth, horns and a wicked laugh, grasping a bag of money.
Following an immediate ban from the ground, another writ would have been sent to the hapless supporter for their temerity. It remains to be seen if the caricature printed in the Football League Paper, as above, receives the same attention, I think not.
In the early 1970’s, I was convicted of serving short measures in a licenced premise. Without going into too much detail, because I was 75 miles away on holiday at the time the drinks were served, but because I was the licence holder and therefore still responsible for all liquor served, it was basically a technical offence, but an offence all the same. I was prosecuted, fined £60, I was earning £40 a week at the time. In short, if that’s the correct thing to say, a whisky was one four hundredth of a pint short, it was the dearest drink I have ever purchased. But of course it hit the local papers and I was shamed by the locals who didn’t know the full story for quite a while. Now, whether I like it or not, from the day I was found guilty to this day, even though the conviction is now spent, I was given a record and I cannot deny it.
Likewise, someone found guilty of murder, until they are proven innocent is a murderer whether they have served their time or not; someone found guilty of stealing or thieving is a thief until otherwise proven and of course as Ched Evans has found out recently someone accused and found guilty of rape, is a rapist unless they can, on appeal, have the verdict and conviction quashed. If Ched Evans fails he is still a rapist, and the same rules apply to plumbers, bricklayers, consultants, MP’s, Celebs and of course even multi-millionaires. So, for any of them to claim they are not what they have been convicted of is just delusional. They are as guilty of their crime as I was of mine.
It would seem that some people need protecting from themselves, and it is interesting how things seem to have deteriorated at a faster rate than previously since our own Matt Williams left to seek better prospects, and no doubt more money, at a lower division club. The saying penny wise and pound foolish springs to mind and I believe that Matt has been the club’s biggest loss, the crutch on whom KO relied to get him out of another fine mess! How much bad press was deflected by Matt in his monthly columns in the Gazette and his regular contributions on the fans boards, which kept ‘the mob’ informed as to some of the goings on at the club? It seems that now there is no force field around a certain someone to save him from himself, his monthly Gazette contributions proved this, and it has ended up with an elderly man coming to try and save the situation his son has contrived to conjure up. Instead though this has just added fuel to the already explosive atmosphere. I’m afraid I would have to give both the elderly man and the son moins de points for their handling of any publicity either good or bad.
We await the outcome with baited breath on the charges, if any are brought, that KO will face if found guilty of anything by the FA, and I can already foresee the reaction that will come from both father and son. Add more misery to the already exasperated fan base, ruin further the outlook for the club, send a few more solicitors letters out to those who dare speak the truth and if they don’t apologise, send them a writ for defamation. That sounds good, let’s ruin a few more people’s lives whilst we feast on the bones that are left of this once great club.
Once again I quote: The ignorant mind, it is said, with its infinite afflictions, passions, and evils, is rooted in the three poisons. Greed, anger, and delusion. (Bodhi dharma).
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