The Spectator I back BlackMark Steyn In the Independent this week, Sir Peregrine Worsthorne was teetering on the
brink of his Glenda Slagg moment. You know Miss Slagg’s style: Monday: ‘She was
the People’s Princess. Goodbye, England’s rose, our Queen of Hearts, God bless
her.’ Thursday: ‘Diana, arncha just sick of her, shallow bulimic old fag hag?’
Ever since Conrad Black got bounced from Hollinger International two years ago,
Sir Peregrine has been filing columns and giving interviews denouncing Black as
a blundering colonial who at the behest of his sinister Zionist trophy
clothes-horse turned the Telegraph from a nice dull paper for bank managers into
a snarling ‘American neocon propaganda sheet’ full of vulgar strident types like
me and Janet Daley and effectively edited in Washington.
Are there still any ‘bank managers’ left to buy the Telegraph? Or have they
all been relocated to the new centralised customer service centre in Estonia?
Sir Peregrine’s analysis never struck me as terribly accurate. Even on the
things we Zionist neocons are hot for — like invading Iraq — the Telegraph under
Charles Moore had two anti-war columnists and three dithering fainthearts for
every Steyn or Daley, and many of his paper’s other obsessions — fox-hunting,
Ulster Unionists, Elizabeth Hurley — have frankly minimal resonance inside the
Beltway. I don’t get to all the neocon think-tanks but I’m sure if there’d been
a talk called ‘Fox-hunting in Northern Ireland with Liz Hurley’ by Richard Perle
or Paul Wolfowitz, I’d have remembered it.
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