Rod Liddle

Rod Liddle

Rod Liddle is associate editor of The Spectator.

Eh? Support for the BNP has nothing to do with immigration?

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A quite bizarre report from the IPPR which attempts to prove that it is not immigration which tempts people to vote BNP, but a lack of “resilience”. This fatuous word, resilience, is used more and more by government and quangos and local councils, usually to transfer blame to ordinary people for the crimes of those in authority – such as putting up with mass immigration, or being poor, or having rotten schools, or being badly educated. “Resilient” communities are simply affluent, white communities – Richmond Upon Thames, Wokingham and so on. But what a deluded report, and how weak its terms of reference.

The contempt that the two main parties are held in

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Anyone seen any political posters up in windows and gardens etc? I’ve been around a few constituencies and have seen one placard – for the Tory candidate for Redditch – in a field on the edge of her territory, and that’s it. The general lack of enthusiasm for this election at least in part explains the otherwise mystifying popularity of Mr Clegg; anything but the other two. Votes for our two main parties have reduced massively since 1992, down from nearly 26 million to just over 18 million in 2005; my guess is that it will be down again this time. Interestingly it hasn’t been the Lib Dems who have been the gainers (their vote in 92 was not far short of 6m, more than 2005), but the “other” parties.

How did Labour know where to aim its cancer-scare mailshot?

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Gordon Brown’s latest campaign slogan — ‘Vote Labour or Die of Cancer’ — has a certain apocalyptic vigour about it, don’t you think, even if it was implied rather than directly stated? The party sent out 250,000 ‘postcards’ to women, although they were not the sort of postcards you get when your Aunt Jemima’s been on holiday in Lyme Regis for the week. The gist was: if the Tories get in they’ll stop your chemo, you mug. Or you won’t get treated at all, in time, and you’ll probably die. This caused a small furore — we’ll come to why the furore was a muted furore, rather than a howl of complaint, in time. Most of the people who admitted receiving this missive were outraged, disgusted and so on, and said so.

Nail A Cretin and Win Some Bubbly Update

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Keep those excellent observations flowing in, please. Here’s one I found in the introduction to the Labour Manifesto, published yesterday. Gordon Brown wrote it, apparently: 'This is a Manifesto about the greater progressive change we need because of the tougher times we are living through. There are no big new spending commitments, but there is a determination for every penny to be used wisely, and, as present plans make clear, to give the maximum protection to frontline public services.' The first sentence, the one about greater progressive change, is utterly meaningless, especially the word “progressive”. In the second sentence the word “but” should be “and” and the sentence as a whole is platitudinous drivel.

Moral compass anyone?

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Does anybody understand the Labour cancer leaflets story? I’ve listened to be about five BBC News reports and am no better off as a consequence. Labour apparently sent 250,000 cards out to women voters warning them that the Tories would renege upon Labour government promises for cancer tests. The question comes down to how those women were selected and why. If the Labour Party sent them out to women who its data insisted might be at risk from certain types of cancer, or were already sufferers, then it should not merely apologise, but the Prime Minister, if he knew about it, should resign. I hate to overstate the case, as you know, but it is hard to think of a fouler means of campaigning.

The sheep-worrying aliens made me think about homosexuals and B&Bs

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Alien life-forms have been cutting holes in sheep in Shropshire with highly powered lasers and strange glowing balls of light. According to a local farmer, reported by an oddly credulous chap from the Daily Telegraph, there is a ‘corridor’ of 50 miles stretching from Shrewsbury towards the Powys border where UFOs arrive quite regularly and do weird stuff with sheep. The farmer insists that sheep have been found with perfectly circular burn holes on their foreheads, and sometimes their brains dissected. Also he has seen the UFOs and pronounced them ‘frightening’. I agree with him. Most of the UFOs I have seen have been frightening, especially those which turn up just after there’s been a lock in at the local pub.

Nail A Cretin And Win A Bottle of Bubbly

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You will be hearing a good deal of mind-numbingly stupid, meaningless or plainly inaccurate quotes from politicians over the next four weeks. So instead of buying a pump action rifle and crouching in combat gear at the end of your local high street out of frustration and fury, send the worst ones to me here: On May 7 I’ll select the most truly fucking egregious and bung the sender a bottle of bubbly. I’ll monitor your submissions every day and add a few of my own. Thinking about it, maybe we should also present the author of the most banal, vapid and insulting political quote with a suitable prize, such as anthrax.

Why I’m complaining to the PCC<br />

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A few more points about the PCC adjudication; apologies if you’re getting bored. The first is indisputable: if I had blogged on a website of my own, rather than here, then they would have not got involved. So the upshot is that blogs associated with newspapers will end up not being like blogs at all (for reasons I’ll come to tomorrow), but like MSM articles in all but name. Second, contrary to what has been written about the adjudication in some areas (and repeated on here), the PCC did NOT accuse me of inaccuracy. It was very careful not to do so.

Too close to Heaven

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I dunno how this passed me by, just missed the news I suppose. But apparently Alex Chilton died a week or two back – which is no great surprise, in one way, but sort of shocking in another. He was one of two or three heroes of mine in that limited but enlivening medium, rock music; always defiantly beyond the mainstream, difficult but hugely talented. As a kid, I wanted to be Alex Chilton, even more than I wanted to be someone I valued more as a songwriter, Neil Young. These rock musicians, the talented ones, of which there are few; it’s as John Updike wrote, not long before he died: “we’re getting within the big fella’s range.” They are all popping off.

Two sides of the same coin

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There’s a revolt growing in the Surrey East Conservative Association about the candidate imposed upon them by David Cameron - a black businessman called Sam Gyimah. Some locals insist that Sam’s business ventures have been rather, you know, iffy and they were not terribly happy to have “selected” him from a shortlist which contained no straight, white males or indeed members of the Bullingdon Club. The implication is that Mr Cameron is so desperate to have black people standing as Tory candidates he would cheerfully have imposed upon Surrey East Robert Mugabe, Cheerful Charlie Taylor of Liberia or Ghost Face Killah out of Outkast, given the chance, but ended up with Sam instead.

Will the Press Complaints Commission send me hurtling into hell?

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Rod Liddle fears he may be doomed — although the modern Church of Englandis reluctant to admit that anyone at all suffers eternal damnation Not so long ago, when I was making a film about some aspect of Christianity for Channel 4, I asked a Church of England bishop about the concept of heaven, what it was like up there, whether or not there was a Starbucks, would we all get our own rooms and is there WiFi etc. He looked at me as if I were mad. In fact, the expression on his face was exactly the same as when I put the same question to the science writer and paradoxically committed atheist Richard Dawkins. ‘Oh, good grief… I really wouldn’t bother yourself with any of that nonsense,’ he said, after ascertaining that I had asked my question in all seriousness.

April Fooled

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Did you like the Guardian’s April Fool spoof of the latest Gordon Brown campaign, which featured the Prime Minister trading on his reputation for being a bully? It was quite funny, but I don’t suppose many people were taken in – which is, after all, the point of the April Fool spoof, to take people in. Good to see the same paper running with a story on April 2, though, about Cambridge University stripping the BNP leader of his Law degree because they did not wish to be associated with such a horrible little man. This was also an April Fool spoof created by one of the university’s student unions, but the Guardian swallowed it whole.

A bizarre and incoherent adjudication

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The PCC adjudication seems to me bizarre and incoherent. The statement of mine which provoked the complaint was that an “overwhelming majority” of gun crime, knife crime, street crime robbery, sexual violence were committed by young black males. Let me add the point – which I made in both my blog and on other blogs at the time – that I do not believe skin colour is causative of crime: that would be ludicrous and obnoxious. My point was that there are certain crimes in which the overwhelming majority of perpetrators can be defined by a certain age, gender and ethnicity. This is a culture issue, not a race issue. I add this point again here for the benefit of those reading this blog who are able to see racism in a handful of dust.

The price of freedom of speech

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Tomorrow, I’ll blog the first of a couple of pieces in response to the Press Complaints Commission’s bizarre adjudication (and indeed its self-important breast-beating). All those figures in full. Right now I’m thinking of taking the Press Complaints Commission to the Press Complaints Commission for a decision which they were unable to support with hard facts and seemed motivated more by a wish to genuflect before the PC liberals who eviscerated the organization over its inept handling of the Jan Moir case. But, as I say, more of that tomorrow. I’ve blogged before about my respect for Peter Tatchell. Here’s his response to the heavy handed treatment of a Christian bigot, which I’ve taken from Tatchell’s human rights blog.

This is far worse than MPs’ expenses

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Stephen Byers either pimped himself out to big business and betrayed the electorate, or he didn’t, in which case he made fraudulent claims, says Rod Liddle. Either way, the public won’t tolerate this level of corruption I once fell into conversation with a whore, up on Streatham Hill in south London. A long time ago now; back then, in the early 1980s, it was a renowned red-light district. You’d look out of your window at night and see a street full of parked cars bouncing up and down, as if they were in a weird theme park. Whoreworld©. Most of us who lived there were propositioned from time to time, which always made me feel useful and wanted. Anyway, one time I engaged some rather worn-out old hag in a pious and cringing (on my part) conversation about her trade.

Move Over Mary Seacole, There’s a New Kid In Town

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Hey, look – this is what your kids learn in school these days. Those of you who are big fans of the Juche regime of Kim Jong il in North Korea will enjoy this from the MP Diane Abbott’s website. Poor little mites, having this sort of grotesque propaganda rammed down their throats. I dunno, maybe there was another verse which went something along the lines of: Yo Diane man, she be cool Send HER kids to da private school She got da money to watch their backs She don’t want ‘em mixin’ wid blacks Back in da House she be learnin’ Not to disclose her outside earnings Etc etc This ludicrous puffed-up pantomime dame was back on The Week last night, being critical of people for having a go at MPs over expenses, lobbying and so on.

A ban on cigarettes draws ever closer

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Apologies for having been absent, but I’ve not been well; immobilized for a few days to the degree that even a slight movement caused severe pain and a pitiful whining noise to be emitted, in the direction of my wife, who has a rather put-upon expression right now. Serves you right, you might be thinking, with your lifestyle, all that alcohol and cigarettes – something was going to go wrong sooner or later. Well, you’d be half right. It is a lifestyle problem. It’s the consequence of a mishap which occurred when I was using my fucking running machine, a couple of torn stomach muscles when I inadvertently hit the “sprint!” button.

The real scandal is that MPs are paid so little

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Disgraced politicians should not be relentlessly persecuted, says Rod Liddle. We should address the problem of MPs’ expenses by raising their salaries instead I felt a little ashamed watching the Westminster Three — Elliot Morley, Jim Devine and David Chaytor — herded into a magistrates court to face charges of defrauding the taxpayer with their MPs expenses claims. Outside the court there were the usual maniacs howling at them, or grunting like pigs — one man even wore a pig’s head to drive home the point more forcefully. Can you imagine the sort of people who would do that? ‘Any plans for the day, dear?’ ‘Yes, I’m going to dress up as a pig and shout abuse at MPs.

Young black males “over-feminized”

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I hate to say this, but there is a very good article in The G***d**n, which you can see online here. It’s by Dr Tony Sewell, a sociologist who runs charities for young black kids, and who is almost always a fount of plain speaking and common sense. He suggests that the educational under-achievement of black males is less a consequence of racism than because an astonishing proportion of them emanate from one parent families and all too rarely have a male role model at home. As a result they become “over-feminized”. Almost 60 per cent of black kids live in single parent households (almost always with mum, not dad), compared to 22 per cent for white kids.

Against Manicheanism

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My old mate Andrew Gilligan lacerates the BBC in this week’s magazine, for having allowed a member of the Islamic Forum of Europe onto Radio Four’s usually genteel “Any Questions”, and indeed having allowed the East London Mosque (which is run by the “extremist” IFE) to host the programme. At first sight, it is a little odd, especially if you fish around for comparisons. You can imagine the fuss, for example, if Any Questions decided to interview Nick Griffin of the BNP. But it is perhaps beyond imagining if Any Questions were to broadcast from the BNP’s headquarters, with the audience staffed full of BNP supporters and the chairman of the panel behaving with exquisite deference to Mr Griffin.