PC and moolah
Taki
quick visit to Paris and London — and
n even quicker one to The Spectator's offices — where I failed to meet the divine-looking Mary Wakefield, a lady I have never met but one I'm dying to in order to discuss .. . racism. The divine one recently wrote in the Daily Telegraph that all one needs is a bang on the head and, presto, one's a racist. Something to do with the prefrontal lobes and the limbic system and the fact that people who take lotsa shots on the head often behave in an unrestrained and egocentric way.
Although I don't agree with her, I'm afraid she's quite right. Most boxers I know are racists, as are football players (American football) and karatekas. These are sports dominated by young black and brown people, and if the beautiful Mary Wakefield thinks her 90-year-old granny was a racist she's got a thing or two coming when she meets some of my fellow martial artists. The best of these artists, the Japanese, think that non-Japanese are clumsy cowards, just as many Latino and black boxers think white pugilists are pixie poofters who belong in dress shops selling women's underwear.
So much for white racism. South Africans of the white persuasion must have had a good laugh reading the divine one's essay, along with white Zimbabweans and other folk around Africa. As Miss Wakefield pointed out, old people enjoy their bigotry, choose and nurture their prejudices as lovingly as they do their cats. Which proves that Africa is populated by very old cat lovers. As is black America and parts of black Britain. Which brings me to Kilroy-Silk and the Arabs. I admit that Kilroy did a Taki, but the latter survived Puerto Rico, he did not. (The Spectator, thank God, is not the BBC.) His only mistake was to include the Arabs in general, rather than their crooked leaders. We owe the Arab leaders nothing, should have been the message. Many Arab and African leaders have oppressed their people, stolen their countries' wealth, murdered and tortured their subjects, and enriched the world's banks, casinos, brothels and arms manufacturers. Muslims and race campaigners in Europe should be screaming against the Arab and African kleptocracies, instead of trying to get publicity by going after small fish like Kilroy and yours truly. It's a bit like the Allies prosecuting German traffic wardens instead of those responsible for the death camps.
Andrew Alexander got it right last week when he wrote in the Daily Mail that our legislators don't give a rat's arse about public opinion, just about that of the chattering classes. The public wants law and order, our leaders give us traffic wardens and speed cameras and leave the country virtually unpoliced. The public wants strict immigration curbs, our fiihrers call us racists and allow the numbers to swell. The proposed European Union constitution is one big con drawn by a conman and will do away with the nation state, but our chieftains say anyone opposing it is a Nazi pig. Arab and African people live in utter poverty and endemic disease, and the politically correct busybodies among us go after Kilroy instead of those responsible.
I guess it all has to do with PC and moolah. PC is humbug personified, while moolah illegally obtained by Afro-Arab chiefs has corrupted those we've elected to lead us. PC is a persistent form of untruthfulness, which suits most politicians trained to lie and obfuscate. It is about pretending that things are different from what they are. We the people are not racists any more than those who cry racism are. The whole thing stinks to high heaven, and my only wish is that some of those who cry wolf non-stop run into some young black thugs looking for cash late one rainy evening in beautiful London bythe-sea.
But enough of this depressing subject. And on to a more pleasant one such as Jemima Khan. She will be 30 years old on 31 January, which is like a left hook to the liver. Jemima, 30 years old? Impossible. She looks not a day older than 18, has never looked better and has — unlike what know-nothing gossip columnists write — never been happier in her marriage. I had dinner with her and my other friends at San Lorenzo last week, and we all admitted we had a crush on her. Penelope-like, she kept on knitting.
It is a strange thing. Nature has conferred on woman a sacred character, to which man naturally and irresistibly pays homage, to which he renders true worship. Man, on the other hand, has a cold and calculated belief in his mental supremacy which enables him blindly to protect and support woman. I am cold and calculated when it comes to Jemima. but I'm also aware of a Pakistan Orlando Furioso situation if I go on this way in print. I'll see them both on the 31st and let you know all about it.
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