High life

26 March 2015

3:00 PM

26 March 2015

3:00 PM

It’s a famous quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald, one that Elton John should ponder (when he’s not out shopping, that is): ‘The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function.’ Mind you, Elton John is a hysterical, spoilt, ugly fat man who thinks his opinions count. (Perhaps they do with non-talents such as Liz Hurley and Victoria Beckham.)

I now know who Dolce & Gabbana are because of the row over children conceived by IVF and surrogacy, and they seem like nice billionaires, except they threw in the towel right away and apologised. The catfight between three gay men is a bore, but what no one has mentioned is that by demanding a worldwide boycott of D&G products, Elton John could be putting lots of extremely poor Far East factory hands out of work, something that the short, squat drama queen couldn’t care less about. What kind of world is it, when a hysterical celebrity can jeopardise people’s jobs because someone has made a comment he disagrees with. I say boycott Elton John, and the less we hear or see of him the better.


The Top Gear brouhaha has now been resolved, but do not for a minute doubt that this is cultural warfare. The left wanted Jeremy Clarkson out because of his centrist opinions. The left believes in social regulation, and any speech the left does not like becomes hate speech. Remember what Lenin said: ‘We can and must write in a language which sows among the masses hate, revulsion, scorn and the like toward those who disagree with us.’ We all know the BBC is a malodorous cesspit run by and full of lefties. Clarkson seems to be a good guy with a good sense of humour and he says funny things that are true. Romanians do steal and Mexicans do sneak into the United States and Germans have been known to invade Poland, so what’s the big deal. The PC vipers were after Clarkson because they have a totalitarian mentality and hope to make all speech they deplore hate speech. Truth, after all, is hate to those who hate truth. When a rapper by the name of Kanye West uses the word ‘nigger’ 37 times during the Brit Awards, he’s given a pass because he’s black. When Clarkson mimes the word, he’s suspended and forced to apologise. Something is unhinged about a society that accepts the Kanye Wests of this world and punishes the Clarksons.

Mind you, this is nothing compared with the limitless airtime given to the sadistic serial killer Mohammed Emwazi, aka Jihadi John, by the media. During the Vietnam War, pro-Viet Cong celebs and pundits were given more time on network television than pro-government ones. The only two actors who were openly for Uncle Sam’s disastrous Vietnam adventure were James Stewart — a highly decorated pilot during the second world war — and John Wayne. Their airtime was nil. The American public soon turned against the war and we all know the results of that one.

During the war against Nazi Germany, anti-war thoughts were on a par with treason. And we know the results of that conflict too. So now that we’re up against the cruellest, most murderous bunch of religious fanatics, many of them living among us and on benefits funded by our taxes, why are we giving them the opportunity to tell lies and spread disinformation? Step forward Sky, the BBC and Channel 4, the last with Krishnan Guru-Murthy and Jon Snow. Offering airtime to apologists for murderers is not journalism, it’s subversion, yet the death wish takes second place to so-called equal airtime. Let’s put it another way. If I were to write that Muslims are all potential killers, the sainted editor would call me in and shake my hand and bid me goodbye. Yet the clown Asim Qureshi is given time on the airwaves to defend a murderer.

One of the reasons I left England, a place where many of my friends live, was the downgrading of the quality of life. I lived most of my adult life in Cadogan Square, once upon a time inhabited by gentle English folk who greeted me as a neighbour and even laughed at my antics when seeing me arrive home around 9 a.m. Then the Cadogan estate slowly squeezed out long-time residents and sold the flats to rich foreigners, many of them from the Middle East and Turkey. Bodyguards crowded the pavements, smoking and spitting and giving us hard looks. Once I stopped a football game between Turks in the middle of the green reminding them that ball playing was illegal. It was like trying to convince a fish to walk.

No, multiculturalism might sound good, but I’ll take Wyoming any day. It is a mostly white state with low crime and two Republican senators. It is a bit far away, so I’ve done the next best thing. I have bought a farm outside Gstaad, and am rebuilding the chalet that stands alone on top of the hill and is surrounded by farmland. It’s going to be my last residence. Farmer Taki has finally reached the pinnacle, king of the hill. Yippee!

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