Pat Condell is British. Britain is the Godfather to and social doppelganger of our North American culture. We understand each other and love each other in an embrace that will not soon be rent asunder. So listen carefully, you will hear Pat express your concerns like he has been reading your mail. It’s all abut courage and denile in the second millennia.
The Brits have always been keen on a class system of social order. Back in the era of cobbling the chair you sit on, dodging bears lunging from the undergrowth, or killing the mountain lion before he drags off “little Jimmy” most had a clear vision of fearful things. (Accept for fools like the good ole’ boys in Salem Massachusetts).
We could shuffle off this mortal coil via any of a legion of illnesses or wounds. ……Never met my grandfather on my mothers side. He accidently let a pistol hammer drop on his thumb. A few days later he was dead of tetanus. So yes little Jimmy, there was a lot to be fearful of. REAL fear. Not a cold sweat ginned up at great length through going OCD on every little pet peeve while wringing every drop of fabricated tears from conjured up dangers.
It seems the power, of well turned rhetoric or a compelling argument has been lost in the concertina wire of histrionic tantrums that always accompany every petition from the progressive side of any argument.