Today saw another hoo-hah 2.0 in the blogotwittergeekerativersesphere. Presented with the membership data of the British National Party, as is completely normal, the mash-ups started popping up. And then disappearing. And sometimes reappearing, with caveats, when the blogger had sobered up.
Arguments raged about accuracy vs. inaccuracy and the minutiae of Google maps. Should it be allowed? Is it allowed? Isn’t it totally illegal? How would you feel if it was your personal data? I want to know if there’s a nazi next door! We should stone the paediatricians too! Can you believe John Sergeant has left Strictly? And there were quite a few points so arcane and detailed that I can’t parody them.
Mike Butcher of TechCrunch became unusually and increasingly self-important as the day progressed, Ian Delaney hit the nail on the head and at times LolGriffin seemed like the sanest thing out there.
And what have we learnt? Not a great deal. Except that there really aren’t that many members of the BNP. They’re also woefully disorganised: the BNP website was overwhelmed by the traffic they were getting. No bad thing.
I’m rather of the opinion that when it comes to people like the BNP the best you can do is give them the oxygen of publicity. The great mass of the British people are clever enough to see through them and that makes me proud to be British. After all, the British people, whatever the BNP says, are the product of centuries of multi-culturalism. And that’s a good thing.