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 with non-talents like Liz Hurley and Victoria Beckham.) I now know who Dolce & Gabbana are because of the row over synthetic children, and they seem like nice billionaires, except they threw in the towel right away and apologized. The catfight between three gay men is a bore, but what no one has mentioned is that by demanding a world-wide boycott of D&G products, Elton John could be putting tens of thousands of extremely poor factory hands out of work, something that the short squat drama queen could care less about.
What kind of world is this, when a hysterical celebrity can cause the loss of jobs because someone made a comment he disagrees with? I say boycott Elton John, and the less we hear or see of him the better. By the time you read this the Top Gear brouhaha, I hope, will have been resolved, but do not for a minute doubt the fact that this is cultural warfare. The Left wants 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 the 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 P.C. vipers are 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 disgusting 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 apologize. Something is unhinged about a society that accepts the Kanye Wests of this world and punishes the Clarksons.
Mind you, this is nothing when compared to the limitless airtime given to the sadistic serial killer, Mohammed Emwazi, a.k.a. 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 World War II – and John Wayne. Their air time 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 also. So now that we’re up against the cruelest most murderous bunch of religious fanatics, many of them living among us and on benefits from our taxes, why are we giving them the opportunity to tell lies and spread disinformation? Step forward Sky, the BBC and Channel 4, the latter with that funny man Guru something and Jon Snow. Offering a defines for mass murderers is not journalism, it’s subversion, yet the death wish takes second place to so called equal air time. 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, who defends mass murderers, is given time on the airwaves to defend mass murder.
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 white folk who greeted me as a neighbor and even laughed at my antics when seeing me arrive home around nine 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 sidewalks, 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 good 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!