Buddhists attack Muslims in Sri Lanka over Halal and the usual Islamic provocations. Â And of course, Buddhist Singhalese are “racist” for fighting back.
Leftist BBC wankers are certifiably insane:
Thanks to Vlad Tepes
Valerie Singleton tells the truth about the BBC
Is any public body in the Western world quite so grandly dismissive of its critics as the BBC? Next week a new director general, Lord Hall, takes office, but please don’t get your hopes up. TheÂ Today programme willÂ continue to fill the airwavesÂ with “independent” lobbyistsÂ who can turn even the blandest story about birdwatching or scone-baking into a moan about Government cuts. Newsnight will continue to employ an unreconstructed Old Left agitator, Paul Mason, as its economics editor. And the relocation to Salford – anÂ ideological “internal migration” worthy of Beijing – will be further embedded.
This weekÂ Valerie Singleton was letting off steamÂ about the Salford folie de grandeur. She described the costs of this mad experiment – railway tickets, hotel rooms and meals for presenters, let alone guests – as “shocking” and “outrageous”. No one at the Beeb should dismiss this as the grumbling of a former children’s TV star: Singleton was also a super-sharp presenter of The Money Programme and has a professional ear for the sound of cash being flushed down the drain.
But of course it will be dismissed, because – despite appearances – the BBC doesn’t really “do” self-examination (the Balen report into its anti-Israel bias has cost half a million quid to write and then suppress). From time to time an errant director general is marched, Aztec-style, to the top of the pyramid so licence fee payers can see his heart being torn out – but these human sacrifices change nothing.
The phrase that comes to mind is “invincible ignorance”: a refusal to engage in argument, rooted in rejection of hard evidence. It doesn’t matter how many examples of pro-EU bias you dump on the desk of a BBC executive, the response is a slow-blinking stare accompanied by guff about “impartiality” from Auntie’s penny catechism.
The Beeb wouldn’t like to be compared to the Catholic Church – but the parallels are compelling. Take the sex scandals. Jimmy Savile didn’t only betray the trust that was placed in him as a well-loved entertainer: he also betrayed the trust that parents placed in the BBC. There are shades here of parishioners letting their boys hang out with priests who, in addition to exuding a charisma typical of clerical abusers, represented an institution of unquestioned integrity.
Look at the way the BBC and the Catholic Church responded to sexual and financial allegations. We’re talking about an arrogance that goes beyond the fibs of politicians.
People didn’t expect the Beeb or the Church to lie, and this naivety created a black hole of unaccountability that still exists. Just as licence fee payers know little about the self-indulgence of BBC mandarins, so most Catholics have no idea how greedy and complacent the Roman and English hierarchies have become. (Significantly, there’s a plot by certain bishops to unseat the Pope’s new ambassador to Britain, Archbishop Mennini,Â who wants to blow the whistle on these corrupt ways.)
BBC bosses may be snootily anti-Catholic, but they’d fit right into the Roman curia. Four-hour feasts in the Borgo Pio, peasants kissing your hand – yup, they could live with that. Like Pope Francis, Tony Hall wants to dismantle the bureaucracy, but does he have the political will to override senior colleagues who just don’t see that there’s a problem? I’m sceptical. They don’t call it “invincible” ignorance for nothing.
My prediction: business as usual. Or, as Private Eye would put it, trebles all round – if only to dull the boredom of that pointless train journey to Salford.
Why silence is golden at 7.50am
Archbishop Justin Welby delivered his first Thought for the Day yesterday and I’m sorry to say that he sounded very much at home. His jump from the subject of Cyprus to that of Crucifixion was one of those grating segues in which the slot specialises. No wonder millions of Britons dash for the shower at ten to eight. There’s a business opportunity here. Someone should design an app for a Radio 4 streaming service that shuts off for precisely two and a half minutes at the crucial moment every morning. I reckon most of the Today programme’s listeners would be prepared to pay for such blessed relief. Christians especially.
The Shake ’n’ Vac Baroness
Scientists have found a way of ridding yourself of “earworms”, annoying tunes that invade your head. The solution involves driving them out with anagrams. But is any puzzle hard enough to banish the deadliest earworms of all – Eighties jingles and theme tunes? Henry Kelly’s Going for Gold – that was a bad one. Plus the Shake ’n’ Vac advert. I can’t see an old-style vacuum cleaner without imagining a housewife cavorting round the living room, inviting us to “put the freshness back”.
The other night I had a dream in which Baroness Helena Kennedy (as she incorrectly styles herself) was doing it. She’s now principal ofÂ my old Oxford college, Mansfield. Come to think of it,Â the carpets there were rather musty. Go on, Baroness, give it a whirl.
Oops! Another apology looms
What a glorious week for observers of far-Left flora and fauna. Something called The People’s Assembly was launched, with support from the Coalition of Resistance, Rage Against Poverty and the feared paramilitaries of the Newcastle Anti Cuts and Libraries Campaign (sic – what have they got against libraries?).
All this has been accompanied by traditional socialist bickering. One row involved Doctor Eoin Clarke, whose blundering attacks on private health care have forced him to make a string of hilarious apologies. The Doc (PhD in Irish women’s history) was talking to Labour MP Andrew Gwynne, who said the “bedroom tax” would force a certain woman out of her council house. Yes, said Clarke, and she’d be “replaced (sadly) by a vagabond”.
Well! Did he know that “vagabond” is a euphemism for Romanians, Bulgarians, gipsies, tinkers etc? His enemies on the Left are outraged. I can feel another apology coming on…
A little too much Easter bunny
I was asked yesterday why Easter falls when it does, and couldn’t remember the precise formula. Truth be told, I’ve avoided the topic ever since, as a young man, I worked alongside an old reporter who waged a lonely and obsessive campaign to move Easter to the second Sunday of April. The man had the genius of a true monomaniac: any pub conversation, say about the fortunes of Reading FC, would be yanked round to the urgent need to fix the date of Easter. No paper napkin was safe from his explanatory scrawls. He is no longer with us, alas – though I can’t imagine he would enjoy celebrating a March Easter, a prospect that always filled him with particular horror.