Taki Taki

High life | 18 June 2015

issue 20 June 2015

When I founded the American Conservative 13 years ago — the purpose being to shine a light on the neocon shenanigans that led to the greatest American foreign policy disaster ever — Pat Buchanan and I held a press conference in the Washington DC Press Club to herald the event. There were reporters galore, and I could tell from their expressions that it wasn’t going to be a friendly session. Buchanan went first and held his own. Then came my turn. A hatchet-faced female hack in the first row asked me if Saudi money was behind me. ‘I wouldn’t accept Saudi blood money if it meant bedding Romola Garai,’ answered the modern Homer (I had seen a preview of I Capture the Castle featuring a nude Romola).

‘What do you mean by that?’ she said.

‘Figure it out, Einstein,’ said a rather peeved me. Looks that kill all round.

‘Are you against immigration?’ demanded the hatchet-faced one.

‘Absolutely against,’ said Mister Moneybags.

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