I feel like an obituary writer, what with Nick Scott, Roger Moore, Alistair Horne — all great buddies — and now my oldest and closest friend, Aleko Goulandris, dead at 90. Mind you, they all had very good lives: plenty of women, lots of fun, accomplishments galore, and many children and grandchildren. And they all reached a certain age — what else can you ask of this ludicrous life of ours?
Well, I won’t be writing about the high life this week, but scum life instead. And I’ll tell you why: those innocent young children slaughtered by that Islamist scumbag in Manchester, that’s why. Those sweet young lives deserved better, and what drives me to tears is that none of this had to happen — not in Paris, Brussels, Berlin, Boston, Orlando, London or anywhere else where Islamist scum has murdered and maimed the innocent and defenceless.
It does not require a functioning occipital lobe to point the finger at the guilty party: political correctness.
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