228 - 16.8.26 - -1: Today's the Day

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Well, today I reached 16 weeks of running. I didn't run the last two days - and I might not run today, but no matter. It is 16 weeks and I have lost loads of weight. Not everything I hoped I would, but still, it has been great.

I'll probably go laters.

So Jason Arday is dead. Looks like he killed himself. But who killed him, really? The people who enabled him and then the people who went on a pile on. He was squished between two boulders. Weirdly, the people who enabled him did not appear to have his back when the enabling eventually meant that he was now overexposed to the well known racism of the British media. It was obscene. Also sad - he gave these people what they wanted. The hounded him and he leapt. He didn't have to leap, but he clearly didn't have enough people behind him. People who would say to him, hey this will blow over. No one from Cambridge sat him down with the PR team and said, you know what you have to do now... you had to admit that you told some tall tales and that you are going to await the final verdict. They didn't tell him it was ok he fucked up. Instead they worried about protecting their reputation, which now looks like shite. But the entirety of academia is now so rotten that really what are they protecting anymore? Between AI and the university industrial complex, they are such a huge mess. It's when they believed that more was more - it's something I've said about universities for decades now. It's why I never went on to have a PhD. 

What would be the point?

I actually don't care about this any more. There are now the virtual signallers and the nuthing to do with me maters, and the outraged and the shruggers. Me, I'm just here, looking on and thinking this is the state of the world. I am not the surprisers. Personally I was waiting for a Netflix special on how he bolloexed pple. Everyone seems to agree the told tall tales. However did he deserve to have the front row seats party which The Spectator and GB News and TalkTV held? No. He did not. He was in the news cycle for much much longer than he had to be. But then Cambridge also just seemed to think, actually its the summer and he is not our problem. They never went to bat for him. It's all shite. All totally shite.

Now a man is dead - who didn't have to be dead.

Right. I don't know what to do actually. What will I do today? I'll go for my run and then celebrate. My D-Day. 16 weeks of exercising and running. And this is the last day. Amazing.

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