Sh*tshow. That’s the word Katie Hopkins used to describe the World Athletics Championships. This was followed up by “sh*tstorm”, the word Katie Hopkins used to describe the outbreak of norovirus at the World Athletics Championships. That last one’s quite good actually.
Ironic, however, finding the ‘I’ in shitshow and shitstorm too distasteful to use in an article in the Mail Online. This is an article that managed to praise the World Athletics Championships for the fact that ‘chubsters’ were only allowed to compete when throwing heavy objects. It lamented in the fact that ‘fat Sarah’ was not made to feel ashamed of her size in school.
Reading the article, I was impressed by how many of her hackneyed politically incorrect opinions she managed to crowbar into the opening 10 lines. She could have been paid by the politically incorrect point of view. It’s almost as if they were manufactured. Almost as if they weren’t real.
A sketch on That Mitchell and Webb Sound portrays Katie as a tired woman, spooling through her show reel and discussing her career in bigotry with her husband. She’s worried she doesn’t come across as very nice. Her husband explains, she’s not supposed to come across as nice. He makes the point that she’s all posh and dislikeable and they’re never going to book her to appear in the media and say reasonable things. It’s too competitive a market. It’s only because she is willing to say such terrible things that she is there at all.
Katie’s carved out a spot in the public eye that very few are able, or would want to fill. It’s the lack of competition that provides her with a living. It’s impressive, she’s found a market that few thought existed. By churning out a brand of trendy intolerance for a mass audience, she enlivened a stale market much in the same way James Dyson did when he made vacuum cleaners in vogue and cool. Like the views of Richard Littlejohn, the Henry Hoover looks so last millennium next to the Dyson Ball.
Back to that Athletics article. Katie goes on to mention her support for Katrina Johnson-Thompson, now that she is sick of seeing the sight of Jessica Ennis-Hill after her string Santander adverts. Interesting, how Katie becomes so upset over someone earning a living by selling a talent to paying employer. She sells her talents to a paying employer in a very similar manner.
Jessica Ennis is a lady who is making money by selling her athletic ability by acting as a mouthpiece of a banking firm. Katie, herself, is a lady who is making money by selling her manufactured prejudices by acting as a mouthpiece of a trendy new form of intolerance called the alt right.
They’ve both worked hard on their brands. Ennis, for her part, put blood, sweat and tears into that Olympic gold she won. Katie must have put herself through the same painstaking approach whilst trying to come up with her next formulated opinion to meet a deadline in The Sun. The cockroach metaphor must have taken ages. She had to look all the way back to Rwandan Genocide to lift that one from a violent world conflict and attach it to another group of people fleeing a violent world conflict. She has since left The Sun. She now writes for The Mail.