High life
Almost driven to therapy
Taki
What is incredibly annoying is that clowns like Coppel — a low-born German — have tremendous influence on a zonked- out-by-television public here in Lalaland. This is why the draft-dodger's ratings keep going up. Professionals in the US media who whitewash Whitewatergate are getting White House access and 'exclusive' video clips in the War Hero's private digs. It is enough to drive an honest hack to the arms of Andrea Dworkin.Or, better yet, to ther- apy.
Clinton's henchmen and women have perfected a moral atmosphere that gives comfort to the 'If it feels good, do it' men- tality. The high priestesses of preservatives, Health and Human Services Secretary, Donna Shalala, and Surgeon-General, Joycelyn Elders, are equally permissive where sex and drugs are concerned: they think it's too much to expect kids to refrain from drug use. The next thing you know is these menopausal matrons will be legit- imising flesh-peddlers, pimps and child molesters.
And speaking of therapy, about five years ago I was on a television programme with Fay Weldon here in the Big Bagel. She was polite but seemed incredibly shocked at anything I said that did not smack of leftist jargon. Mrs T, of course, left her apoplectic. No wonder Fay's hus- band sought therapy, with predictable results. (I could have told him to drop her, and I would not have charged him, either.) Yet again a case of chickens coming home to roost in the poor little Greek boy's farm.
I, too, have been apoplectic of late. My friend and hero, Oliver North, is being attacked on all sides by people neither good nor honest enough to carry his jock- strap. No sooner had 011ie declared his candidacy for the senate seat from Vir- ginia, Republican senator John Warner called him a criminal and a man not fit for office because of the bad example he will set the kids.
Now there is something very wrong here. Warner made a pile by his marriage to Cathy Mellon, and, after his lucrative divorce, was helped to win the senate seat by the campaign efforts of his second wife, Elizabeth Taylor. Although he poses as a gentleman, his strength lies in his air of brutal, gangsterish authority. He is no 'No I'm not interested in replacement windows, conservatories or a complete security system — I'll see you on Sunday as usual, mother.' thinker; just an opportunist. Oliver North did what he did not for profit, but for his beliefs. His only remuneration was that famous fence that cost 15,000 greenbacks so he could keep his family safe from San- dinista murderers. Warner got millions so that Mellon could be free of him, and I'd love to know what he got from fat Liz. As a friend of mine once said, it's not the princi- ple, it's the money.
Needless to say, there is not only bad news. The good is that Tony O'Reilly, hus- band of Chryss Goulandris, has grabbed a stake of the Independent. Nothing would make me happier than to see O'Reilly beat off those Mirror characters, and that Carac- ciolo fellow, brother-in-law of Gianni Agnelli, once upon a time an extreme left- ist when it was chic and safe to be left of Stalin. A large barrel of retsina to Chryss if Tony wins, and one, too, to Godfrey Smith for his kind words about me.
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