Rod Liddle

Rod Liddle

Rod Liddle is associate editor of The Spectator.

Nice to know our money is being well-spent

I hope you are as delighted as me at the fact that our financial commitment to overseas aid will increase by more than 30 percent over the next few years. I suspect they’re all leaping up and down with delight in Middlesbrough, Liverpool, Stoke, Cardiff and so on, too, as the dole queues grow longer. I know we don’t have hypothecated taxes, but I like to think that the money I pay will go straight towards the Indian space programme. I’m very interested in space exploration and, as we can’t afford a space programme of our own, it cheers me up to know that we’re helping to fund someone else’s. Last year we gave £300m to India.

Sosban fach yn berwi ana tan

I see that the BBC has been told there will be no increase in its license fee plus it must look after the World Service and S4C. Good.  It should increase the funding to the World Service, which is one of the few things foreigners like about Britain and which pitches its journalism on a comparatively high intellectual level. What to do about S4C, meanwhile, is simple: close it down. Virtually nobody watches it – well, actually, LITERALLY nobody watches it. A recent survey showed that almost 200 of its programmes had zero viewers. What an epic waste of money just to assuage the sensibilities of some of those miserable, seaweed munching, sheep-bothering pinch-faced hill tribes who are perpetually bitter about having England as a next door neighbour.

Apologies to Wily Seacole Trout and others. But……

Delingpole Redux. James has responded to my post in his blog to all those true and fervent non-believers at the Telegraph. The headline reads “Rod Liddle Knows Less About Climate Change Than I know About Millwall”. And there, just about, we have it – as I said, the political correctness of the right, mirroring the political correctness of the left. I don’t know how much JD knows about Millwall. But clearly, having spent more than a year blogging about global warming being a hoax, JD seems to believe he is in receipt of an honorary Phd in non-climate change, presumably a starred first. He is, without question, an unchallengeable expert.

The politically correct James Delingpole

What’s happened to James Delingpole’s sense of humour? He is one of the funniest writers in the country, acute and truthful and unworried by the constant spite and derision of the faux left libtard bien pensant arseholes who swarm around the internet like sea lice around a sewage outlet pipe. He is also, I ought to add, a good mate of mine, even if politically we are delingpoles apart, most of the time. But there is something which does not quite ring true in his attacks upon a film made by Richard Curtis for the 10:10 climate change movement, exemplified by his piece in this week’s magazine. He has been ranting and raving about this film for ages and I cannot tell if his outrage and lack of humour is real, or post-modern ironic.

Orange alert

Amsterdam Be careful if you are planning to attack a Jew in Amsterdam. What you see is not always what you get. Throw a rock or spit at some bloke with long curly sidelocks and a yarmulke and before you know it you might end up handcuffed in the back of a police van. What you attacked, then, was not a Jew, but a Decoy Jew. Decoy Jews are policemen pretending be Jews, a cunning initiative dreamed up by the city authorities to prevent anti-Semitic behaviour. They’ve borrowed it from the Dutch town of Gouda, where the local coppers dressed up as grannies in order to cut down on muggings: I would have paid to see that. Elsewhere there have been policemen dressed as homosexuals and prostitutes, both groups that some people also enjoy attacking, and next it’s Joods.

Rotterdammerung

Just back from Amsterdam, via the train, or two trains at least. The list of stations speeding by sounded like a drunken Scotsman’s tirade: Sloten, Dordrecht, Mechelen, Duffel, ya Delft bastard. I was there for the magazine, to write a piece about an increase in anti-Semitism in the country and especially in Amsterdam itself. The authorities appear mystified why this should be so - but this seems to be the sort of genuflection to political correctness, and perhaps crowd control, with which you will be familiar over here. We all know who, in the main, is carrying out these attacks and by and large it ain’t Thijs, Jaap or Aalbert.

The rise of the pensioned-off apparatchik

Has anyone else had enough of John McTernan, appearing on a political discussion programme near you at this very moment? McTernan was Tony Blair’s political organiser, a backroom monkey who, since May this year has decided we should all be able to benefit from his incalculable wisdom. Thin eyed and smug he has been wrong in almost everything he has said so far; wrong about the Labour leadership, the shadow cabinet and indeed the coalition. He is currently being terribly loyal to Ed Miliband having earlier been slighting and patronising. They never tell you the truth, as they see it, these pensioned-off apparatchiks. They tell you instead what a particular swathe of opinion cares to believe.

Headline of the month

My favourite headline for many a month is in this morning’s Guardian: “Black Britons at more risk of jail than black Americans.” This suggests jail is a debilitating communicable disease, perhaps something like scarlet fever, which visits itself upon people entirely regardless of their behaviour. The headline accompanies an article based upon the latest report from the Equality and Human Rights Commission. Apparently the proportion of people of African-Carribean and African descent incarcerated in Britain is seven times greater than their share of the population. The mysterious reference to American blacks is that the proportion incarcerated over there is only four times their share of the population. Yo! Well done America! Well done Black Americans!

The Tories’ lost leader

David Davis is the ghost at the coalition’s feast And then, somewhere behind the arras, there is David Davis. Every Conservative party conference has an arras, and this year’s arras is a very pretty one, embroidered in sky blue and a pale yellow the shade of stale egg yolks, hardly yellow at all, depicting a touching scene from the award-winning homoerotic film Brokeback Mountain. David Davis, a twice-failed leadership candidate, but a man somehow still in touch with the soul of the party, is somewhat less the focus of dissent right now than some expected him to be, although these are early days, of course.

The heresy of denial

I assume you are au fait with the latest research on solar activity and its effects upon climate change, the research for which was undertaken at Imperial College, London. This latest stuff suggests that contrary to what had been expected, when solar activity increases it has a counter-intuitively depressing effect on the climate of the earth. And, as a corollary, when solar activity decreases, the earth gets warmer. None of the scientists expected this. It is important because climate change monkeys, who know everything about everything, and will not allow you to take part in a debate about climate change because not only do you know nothing but you are also, if you question anything about climate change – the methodology, the motives, the results - a DENIER, a DENIER!

The moronic inferno strikes again

A remarkable lack of nerve shown by the Conservative Party over the cuts to Child Benefit, don’t you think? It occurred to me, when the announcement was made, that this would be an almost uniformly popular measure. Those on the left like would it because it smacks of progressiveness, those on the right wouldn’t mind it because it is a trimming of our benefits system which is de facto a good thing. And, from an admittedly limited sample space, this seemed to be borne out by your replies to my blog on the issue. And yet somehow Conservative Central office seemed gripped by panic, not least as a consequence of squalls of protest emanating from something called Mumsnet.

Now that’s what I call ‘progressive’

I’ve thoroughly enjoyed watching the left try to attack these changes to child benefit changes from the left. The truth is it is a far more “progressive” policy than Labour would have dared, or indeed did dare, throughout its thirteen years in power. I suppose it is easier for the Conservatives to get away with it without being called vindictive class warriors, mind. On Newsnight, Polly Toynbee attempted to make out it was the Conservative Party’s policy to kill all children, or something, insisting that its proposed cuts had so far borne the imprimatur of King Herod, but she made herself look very silly indeed. But what about some of you people, out there on the right?

Those BBC workers had a point

I suppose the labour movement should be very happy that the Tolpuddle Martyrs were not led by BBC newsreaders. This week’s strike has been called off following the intervention of extremely high paid corporation stars such as Fiona Bruce and Huw Edwards urging their badly paid colleagues not to down tools. They were worried that a strike during the Tory conference might be perceived as a slight against the party. Quite – it would be unspeakably awful if the BBC were suddenly thought to have a left wing bias, a real shock to the system. In general, BBC strikes are a bad idea because a) most people don’t like the people who work for the BBC, and b) assume they are very well paid any way.

I refuse to buy meat from supermarkets until they ban halal slaughter

There is a view, prevalent among a sizeable minority of people in this country, and particularly within the angry, fat and drunk white underclass, that one day very soon the green flag of Islam will fly above Westminster and Britain will have become a Muslim country, by stealth. This is the snarled and yet resigned reaction to every inflammatory news story printed in the popular press about Muslim-only swimming nights at local leisure centres, or councils banning Christmas, or teachers upbraided for talking about Jesus Christ in school and so on.

That’s not dignity, that’s self-regard

I am not sure why David Miliband is getting such an easy ride at the moment. Perhaps this is mean-spirited and insensitive of me, although I have nothing against the chap. But it does strike me that his likely decision not to stand for the shadow cabinet and instead to “leave front line politics”, perhaps to walk into a job as boss of the IMF (how does THAT happen?) is a simple case of pique. It is not dignified, it is bitter and smacks of far too much amour de soi. The dignified thing to do would be to accept a job in the shadow cabinet and to do as he repeatedly urged us to do during the leadership election – put aside petty differences, work together for the good of the party and the good of the country, etc, etc. Was all that just cant, then?

So some people actually voted for Abbott?

The difficult question for me is who were the 0.88 per cent of Labour MPs, and 2.5 per cent of Labour members, who thought that Diane Abbott was the best possible person to lead the Labour Party? Admittedly this is the sort of proportion of voters who at elections decide to select the candidate from the Ku Klux Klan, or the Ban Chives Now!

Climbing inside a gym bag isn’t erotic or lethal – believe me, I’ve tried

Can I ask a small favour of you? Nothing too onerous, just something you might usefully store away at the back of your memory. Can I ask a small favour of you? Nothing too onerous, just something you might usefully store away at the back of your memory. It is this: if I am ever found dead, padlocked inside a sports hold-all and dumped in the bath and the police — having investigated events ineffectually for a week or more — tell you I did it all myself as part of an auto-erotic experiment which went horribly wrong, don’t believe them. However fervent the rozzers might seem in their belief, no matter what contortionist, escapologist or magician they employ to prove that it can be done, please trust me on this: I did not do it, someone else did it to me.

What do you mean you won’t run? It’s only a bit of cholera

My favourite contribution to the hilarious debate about the Commonwealth Games comes from a stunted loon called Amelia Gentleman in The Guardian. Amelia has been to India and met some of the people whose slum homes were cleared to make way for the athletes’ village. They’ve had a really horrible time and been relocated miles away under bits of plastic, apparently. Consequently, opines Amanda, the querulous athletes should take part in the games and their protests are “a little feeble” and “petulant.” So, because India treats its poorest people badly, all the athletes should suffer dysentery and be bloody well pleased about it. Does anyone care about the Commonwealth Games?

Vince was right

What exactly was wrong with the Vince Cable’s address to the Lib Dem party conference? It seemed to me measured and enlightened. He suggested that the supposedly free market was often “irrational or rigged”, which is surely uncontentious. And that capitalism militated in favour of monopolies, abhorring free competition. Perfectly reasonable judgment again. And then that the pay of various people in the city, and those bonuses, seemed out of proportion to their talents or the work which they had done. What is wrong with any of that? Business leaders have reacted patronisingly by saying that Vince shouldn’t talk this sort of stuff, it’s ok if you are some Lib Dem opposition spokesman but beyond the pale for a government minister.

Specialists in self-delusion

I wasn’t able to get to the Liberal Democrat party conference this year, which is a shame as it is probably the first time it’s been interesting since Jeremy Thorpe’s mate shot that dog. There is an irony in the fact that the least compelling Liberal leader of the last fifty years, and the one who presided over the most disappointing election result, given the expectations, is nonetheless the first to have some form of role in government. Of the previous six leaders only Thorpe, I think, would have signed up to the current coalition, largely out of vaulting ambition. Despite his protestations of support, it is hard to think of Ashdown doing such a thing, and impossible for Kennedy, Steel, Campbell and Grimond.