Gstaad
Blah, blah, blah! I’ve heard it all before. We are all swivel-eyed fanatics, racists and right-wing extremists. And we’re also bigots because we believe in Jesus Christ. Today is my name day, the Day of the Assumption, but please don’t ask me how my parents got Taki out of it — Panagia, Panagiotaki, Taki — that is all I can tell you in my limited English.
So I stepped out into my garden overlooking the wooded hills of Gstaad early this morning and began yelling Allahu Akbar at the top of my voice, like those nice guys do down south and also in London, Amsterdam, Brussels, Paris, Stockholm, Copenhagen and other major western cities they pay for their keep. Allah, Allah, I kept screaming, until some Swiss walkers heard me and motioned me to quiet down. ‘Mais enfin, monsieur, nous ne sommes pas dans une mosque,’ said the rudest of them all.
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