I’ve been listening open-mouthed as Frank openly mocks and stereotypes most of my friends on the radio. God, now I know what it’s like being a black muslim lesbian. Frank’s one of those two faced people who will lie to your face, and when he’s found out will say no, okay, I’ll tell you the truth now. And when he’s got your trust he’ll lie to you again, and piss in your mouth. Frank is a government anti-drugs information campaign, and my much-maligned friends are pot smokers.
The Talk To Frank campaign has been running for several years now, and has stepped from a friendly helpline service to an all-out televisual propaganda festival. From the first, Frank’s been all about matey advice and informed decisions. He’s also been about misinformation and eroding the last remnants of trust the perpetually disgruntled youth have in the British government. Frank doesn’t give a shit, he was hired to scare the crap out of kids TODAY, what happens tomorrow when they find out he’s been feeding them a crock is someone else’s problem.
The point is not that we should be taking drugs (although it’s noticeable that Frank disproportionately targets marijuana rather than more friendly drugs like say, smack). The point is that Frank’s taking kids aside and teaching them that they can’t trust the government, because seriously, nobody’s falling for this shit; the website itself seems mostly geared towards guidelines for submitting satisfactory voluntary mugshots.
I mean, the campaign spans newspapers, radio, TV… it’s not like they’ve been short of fucking space to present an honest, balanced argument. But quoting terrifying, unverifiable statistics and claiming that all the friends, public figureheads, doctors, and politicians who say it’s probably not that bad are all liars (and therefore communists)? This is not the way a government should defend its legislation in a democracy.
So come on, Frank. Shut your hole, pass the mic to Mary-Jane and let’s hear someone who’s actually fucking taken drugs advise us if it’s worth it.