As of last night, The Slog passed 14 million hits alltime. It’s gone from 13 to 14 million in four days flat, but the reason is obvious: the Ched Evans ‘rape’ case.

Ultimately, of course, this saga is not about the finer legal points of rape: it’s about the poor behaviour of two feckless footballers, it’s about the inability of Nazis to debate something…and above all, about the unwillingness of all classes and both genders in 2015 Britain to accept responsibility for their actions. This last is best summed up the following remarkable thread:

‘“‘Women who drink alcohol are clearly vulnerable’. And that’s the bloke’s fault, is it?” – John Ward.
I rest my case, you’re a nasty little apologist for rape and if you cant see that, please, stay away from women.’

I’ll certainly stay well away from her.

The assumptive arrogance of those who hijacked the Evans comment thread after the second day was never less than frightening. But for the record yes, I’d read the transcripts, yes, I’d been to all the relevant websites and no, I didn’t just skim-read my way through one Wikipedia entry. I was well aware of the appalling behaviour of both men involved in this episode during the night in question, but I repeat: it is not a crime (just yet) to be an arsehole in Britain…if it was, Westminster and Whitehall would’ve come to a grinding halt years ago.

The bottom line is simple: without the two blokes admitting intercourse, the young lady in question would’ve had no case at all. We don’t know if she said ‘no’, because she herself freely admits she can’t remember…and the only “evidence” of relevant (ie, time and type) date rape drugs is her assumption she’d been drugged. None of the pharmacology involved backs her up.

Of course I don’t know what happened: that’s the difference between me and my Beeeleeever critics. But although the wording of the law may have changed, the substance hasn’t: it now clearly says “only if you feel you know”. It doesn’t matter a fig if McDonald had first crack at this woman and then Evans clambered in to have another go later: neither of these allegations has been in any meaningful way proved beyond reasonable doubt.

I too have my suspicions: the fact I have already referred to both the men as “braindead sphere kickers” may well explain why nobody from the pro-Evans sites has rushed to embrace me. Anyone who takes mobile phone pictures of bedroom antics with a shitfaced girl and posts them to his mates is lower than vermin. Anyone who discerns that a contemporary woman is off her face and then decides to shag her is beneath contempt.

But for one, last desperate time, please let me ask: where TF is the female sense of responsibility here? She was pissed, she went to the hotel, and she forgets what happened…but she didn’t forget to eat her precious pizza. Now she wants to be an innocent victim.

This woman is indeed a victim:but not of the universally predatory male of the species so insanely presented by Wimmin. She – like the blokes – is a victim of a Britain that is no longer civilised. A victim of  chattering, privileged idiots from all political Parties who have spent the last forty years disseminating the ultimate lie: “If it feels good, do it”.

A sense of privilege combined with zero sense of responsibility is at the very core of our demise as a nation State. It is the thing that makes Ched Evans and his sexual partner that night inseparable and indistinguishable from David Cameron, Ed Miliband, Ed Balls, George Osborne, Nick Clegg, Harriet Harman, Jeremy Hunt and Michael Fallon.

In 2015, all is blamestorming, but precious little is acceptance of personal guilt. Debate has been poorly replaced by insults, evidence by assertion on a level with that of the Spanish Inquisition. No wonder I felt obliged to tweet this today:

Earlier at The Slog: Why you shouldn’t bet on a cheap Dollar for long