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Of course, ‘the mob’ invariably fail to take any responsibility what so ever for the injured innocents. They are, usually, far too busy moving onto the next bit of ‘mob justice’ that has attracted them.
I recently touched on the subject of social media bullying and, it has to be said, ‘mob justice’ does seem to have found another home in which to thrive via social media.
In Blighty, it has been particularly noticeable around the interminable subject of Brexit.
Following Facebook sites both pro leave and remain, I have noticed the ‘mob mentality’ on both rear its ugly head on many occasions.
A ‘remainer’ asks a perfectly reasonable question on a ‘leave’ page and, instead of simply answering the question or debating sensibly their position, the ‘leave mob’ descend, as if from on high, to verbally abuse and insult the ‘remainer’ who had the audacity to ask a perfectly reasonable and, indeed, sensible question.
The same happens on ‘remain’ pages if a ‘leaver’ dares to ask a perfectly reasonable question.
‘The mob’, should the person inadvisably allow traceability to their own personal Facebook page via their question, often do a bit more descending, en mass, onto the unfortunates personal page and, until they are blocked, verbally scream vitriol at them.
More locally to me, a very talented veterinary surgeon very nearly had his career and reputation destroyed by a grave miscarriage of justice. Fortunately, things have finally turned in his favor and, hopefully, there is a most welcome ‘light at the end of the tunnel’ for him.
The accusations, which have proven false, made against him regarding involvement with illegal puppy farming, brought ‘the mob’ out in force.
By far the most vitriolic of the two mobs – one for him and one against – were those against him.
It was most odd witnessing the absolute and utter garbage being spouted by the ‘anti’ mob. The vet was clearly guilty, seemingly by the fact that he was alive. The accusations were undoubtedly true, therefore he should be struck off the veterinary register, imprisoned for life, hung, drawn and quartered, stitched back together and hung, drawn and quartered again, followed by being beaten with a large club in perpetuity.
Frankly, it was quite terrifying to read.
‘The mob’ had made up their minds. Evidence? Who needs evidence! He is the accused! Hang him! those poor puppies! hang the bastard!
‘The mob’ had decided. The accusation, in their warped minds, was all the proof needed.
He MUST be a witch! It’s the ducking stool for him!
Many centuries ago, ‘the mob’ had people, accused of witchcraft, drowned. It was great for ‘the mob’. It was a win / win. If the accused wasn’t a witch then they drowned. Clearly they couldn’t have been a witch or they could have avoided drowning so they are innocent! Yes, they are dead from drowning, but so what? they were found innocent.
“Yes oh mighty mob, but now they are innocent and dead”
“He dares to accuse of being wrong! He’s a witch! Bring the ducking stool!”
What is it about humanity that, when they go into ‘mob mode’, their brains cease to function? They become rabid morons of the highest order.
Even worse, sometimes, just by chance, ‘the mob’ end up being right about something. That just seems to inspire them on to more mob behavior. The fact that they are, almost, always wrong is immaterial. They get it right one in a hundred times and that’s enough for ‘the mob’.
I’m part of what could loosely be described as ‘a mob’. I am part of ‘a mob’ that supports Oldham Athletic Football Club blindly and without thought. The fact that, with a brief flurry of success in the early 1990’s apart, Oldham have maintained the tradition of being resolutely useless throughout most of my 54 years of supporting them, I blindly follow the Oldham ‘mob’ and will not acknowledge anyone telling me I am crazy.
My ‘mob’ is harmless though. The only innocents affected are our children and grandchildren, who we invariably expose to our own demented passionate love of a useless football team by forcing them to become supporters.
The psychological damage I may inflict on my soon to be born grandchild should make me ashamed, but it doesn’t. My grandchild will join my Oldham Athletic ‘mob’ and that’s all there is to it.
If you tell me I am cruel to do such a thing, will I verbally abuse you? Will I suddenly pop up on your Facebook page and swear at you?
No, of course not (probably).
The ‘mobs’ of which I speak and should frighten us all, are the mobs who gleefully set about dismantling the reputation and livelihood of an excellent veterinary surgeon, and thoroughly decent man, all because they are ‘the mob’, therefore they are right.
The righteous indignation of ‘the mob’ was bad enough before the internet age. Now, it barges into all our lives and, if we dare to make an error in their eyes or, come to that, find ourselves even accused of such a thing, ‘the mob’ are waiting to pounce.
‘The mob’ may, one day, accept their mistake and announce that we were innocent after all but, the damage will be, to a large extent, irreparable.
We will have already drowned on the ducking stool.