Jade Goody: Alco-Pops Generation Memento Mori

A 27 year old woman was buried yesterday. That's always a sad affair because 27 is really when your life is in full swing, with kids, a home, etc. etc.

But the woman was Jade Goody, the bete noir of Channel 4's Big Brother.

Not so long ago she was a pariah. After making her "Essex girl" credentials a "dead cert" (grand national fever dontcha know!) by stating East Anglia was a foreign country, she became persona non grata via her public row with an Indian Bollywood star in Channel 4's Celebrity Big Brother - which was deemed "racist."

The media heaped scorn and even hatred on her. Not the swearing, prancing, mincing, degenerate, genetic-mess, weirdos that appeared on the show over the years (I must confess to have never having seen it, but have listened to what others have said and read some opinions on it) but someone they deemed "racist."

This of course showed that to the media any form of filth, degeneracy, blasphemy, sexual-profligacy is nothing compared to "racism" which they deem the great evil of our age.

This is why I viewed the media furore and interest in her long publicised death from cervical cancer with great cynicism.

The media's "dumb evil racist" became "the peoples' princess II."

Oh fickle media is there no stone you won't overturn, no butt you will not kiss, no barrel you will not scrape to appear popular and sell more papers?

And we wonder where our politicians get it from!!!

Populism is a jealous mistress who changes her flings and affections week on week.

I suppose her family should be grateful she didn't have the intelligence to question the Zionist WW2 propaganda that allows Israel to commit mass murder and ethnic cleansing 60 years on, otherwise she would have gone to a pauper's grave as a hatemonger (despite caring for the treatment of the world's most attacked, besmirched, exiled and betrayed people, the Palestinians).

If nothing else all this has been a lesson in the media, in the false world of "celebrity" (large chunk of salt included).

But let me add an addendum to my scribblings, dribblings and dawdlings.

There is a slight good to come of this, for the people - and I'm thinking of those immersed in the lager and wine drinking world of the Sun readers, Eastenders and Big Brother watching working classes, but even the materialist, celeb-watching middle classes too - watching this story.

This story will act like one of our Medieval/Renaissance Memento Mori paintings or songs, in that it will call to mind to the "do what thou wilt" generation, busy binging on drugs and indulging in their "metrosexual" degeneracy that they are mortals and that death will come.

Most of them may think they will rot in a box, or that Nirvana awaits, or that they will come back as a butterfly and other nonsenses that have filled the God void that GK Chesterton wrote about (i.e. idiots believing in anything rather than nothing); but a significant minority will have that kernel of Christianity to realise that their life will have to be accounted for.

A favourite Biblical quote of mine is Christ saying that he will return "like a thief in the night." Some people may think that relates to the second coming and/or Judgement Day, and well it might. But I've always thought it relates to our own moment of death.

Who knows when they will die? When that fatal car crash will happen? When that disease may strike? Those with cancer have some warning, and I recall the moving words of Massimo Morsello that great Italian Nationalist leader when I sat with him in a London restaurant. Our companions had left and I was left with him and his young child. By that time he was too weak to lift her out of the high chair.

It was then that he said something to me that will always stay in my mind as long as I live. He said that he thanked God for giving him the time to sort out his life in time, so that he could meet his maker with a clear conscience. The time he had been given - no doubt racked with physical and moral pains - he saw as a gift from God.

Some people, in his shoes, might have chosen to "rage at the dying of the light" and curse the cancer that had riddled his body. Yet here was a man who was no weakling in his life, who had fought bravely in the world of politics and business, and he had embraced his oncoming death (whilst trying to elongate his life for the sake of his family) as a fact of life.

So will the death of Jade Goody, a modern "celebrity," famous for being famous, make a few more of us confront the reality of death?

Will more of us live life as it should be, mindful of the "four last things" (death, judgement, heaven and hell) that we will ultimately meet our maker who will come like a thief in the night? Will more of the Jade Goody watchers turn off Eastenders? Turn down the next batch of drugs? Miss out the nightclubs and anonymous sex? Will more of the politicos stop covering up financial scandals, stop making excuses for paedophiles and other degenerates out of "party loyalty?"

They may recall the demise of Heath Ledger for whom Christ really will appear like a 'thief in the night' - a most unwelcome intruder on the life of a man who promoted homosexuality for big money and who used that money to purchase recreational drugs to abuse his body.

If just a handful do, then perhaps some good will have come from Jade Goody's death.

With yesterday's headlines being today's fish and chip wrappings no doubt the media whores will move on with their next populist agenda, maybe someone who has "overcome racism" to be a symbol of "modern multi-racial Britain" etc. etc. and so the whole media circus will roll on, another day another dollar, someone else to get their 15 minutes of fame.

C'est la vie. C'est la morte?