It seems that Banksy is flavour of the month with mindless zombies flocking to this latest fad and littering their Facebook profiles with the criminal art spewed forth by this egoist artistic deviant. Oh how we hear the cry that Banksy stands for revolution and that supporting his cause is a head butt to the nads of “The Man”; that he puts the government on notice and lets them know that the people will not be hypnotised into fear based oblivion. Rubbish! Jive Turkeys! Not since Wall Street’s cry of “greed is good”, or Mnofdichotomy’s whining that “spam is super” have I heard such a load of unadulterated crap.

It seems that the moronic generation Y sheep are not content with leaving graffiti in the slum cess pools of the planet, but want to take their baseless hero worship to the shores of Facebook, urging the minions within to change their profile pictures to glorify a criminal of who they barely understand. Strangely though, Facebook is an appropriate venue for Banksy’s scribbling, for there are various similarities and even a logical but dangerous relationship.

Banksy is worshipped as a rebel. He has no respect for property and instead claims it all as his own. He desires to vomit his pseudo intellectual art over any surface he chooses, marking it like a dog marks a tree or dead cat; he does not ask permission and just does as he wants; cheered on by an increasingly ignorant and unattractive mob. He is a product of the generation Y false sense of entitlement where they believe they should get whatever they want simply because they want it. Ironically Facebook is the same. Supported by the same demographic of idiots, Facebook tells you it’s ok to share every bit of information about yourself because that’s what connecting with people is all about. Everyone wants to know you are constipated; everyone wants to know you have genital warts; everyone wants to know that you have an unusual sexual fetish for cactus and enjoy the sensation of removing prickles from your rectum. Of course in reality it’s simply a data mining exercise with Facebook selling your myriad disgusting details to the highest bidder. Facebook doesn’t ask permission; like Banksy it just takes what it wants and convinces you its ok in the process.

Banksy is a vandal of public property where Facebook is a vandal of the social landscape. Both represent a decay of the human moral fibre that took centuries to establish. The useless automatons that follow Banksy claim his vandalism is art and it should be left for all to enjoy. Yet his mind defecation was not sanctioned and was not agreed by an elected representation of the public will. Just because I want all female barristers to work topless so that it maximises my enjoyment when they wipe the milk froth seductively off the steam nozzle, does not mean it should actually happen – not unless the majority of the public want it (and I pray one day it will). We can’t all just have whatever we want when we want it. Society cannot function in such a manner. Banksy vandalism reinforces a concept for rebellion of authority within the minds of the susceptible younger weak minded generation – none of who understand that without order there is only anarchy, and as fun as that may sound it is simply a complete chaotic recipe for social disaster. Facebook is barely different. Its ruse is one of human networking but the reality is that its goal is to suck the life force from its parasitical users and to program within them a deep sense of apathy. Not since the invention of the iPhone has human civilisation stood to loose so much.