High Life

Heart of Stone

June 17, 2017

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Heart of Stone

I was busy explaining why the election was not a disaster to a 23-year-old American girl by the name of Jennifer. She is a Spectator reader and wants to work in England, preferably in politics. She called the results the worst news since her father abandoned her mother. I begged to differ. Actually, it was a far better result than if the Conservatives had won a plurality of 100, I told her. She gasped with disbelief, but soon enough she was hooked.

Do not be alarmed, dear readers, I have not taken LSD, nor am I suffering from populist-nationalist rage at global elites and starting to hallucinate. No, I just read a piece in The New York Times by an ignoramus who said that Britain’s voyage to inglorious isolation is due because the Brits did not listen to people like Heath and Wilson, who took Britain into Europe. What would we do without such fools writing such drivel? Heath and Wilson, God help us.

“Beware of answered prayers.”

The reason I was pleased with the results was mainly because I never trusted Saint Theresa but do trust the DUP. My other reason is that when lefties cry that plans to crack down on Islamic extremism raise worries about rights, I know that soft Conservatives will fold quicker than you can say “coward.” Not the DUP, however, whose enemies call it bigoted, xenophobic, isolationist, and other such goodies. Oh yes, it also opposes tranny bathrooms and same-sex marriage. See what I mean about the election being a great victory for those of us who still have healthy beliefs and healthier lifestyles? (Along with a drink or two, or three.) Who wants the British to end up like the Americans, people too scared to utter certain truths about race and gender?

So screw you, wet ones—if there is a coalition of the Conservatives and the DUP, we never had it so good. Yippee! And now for more good news: The left-wing media in America have flown into a quasipsychotic rage over Russian interference during the last election. The fact that it never happened and was invented by the Deep State is neither here nor there. The ignorant among us believe it to be true. Putin is now looked upon as the main culprit for the Trump victory, in fact the adjectives used against him are far worse than any against the Führer before war was declared. Much worse. They don’t even call him Herr Putin, in the manner British politicians referred to Herr Hitler.

Never mind. My new buddy Oliver Stone has come to the rescue. It happened one night when my close friend Michael Mailer seated me near Oliver about ten years ago. The director and I were not only not on speaking terms, I had publicly announced that if he ever crossed my path I’d hit him so hard he’d have to look up to tie his shoelace. Well, beware of answered prayers. During an event honoring Norman Mailer, I stood up and faced Oliver Stone and told him that I had switched sides—after the Iraq disaster—and agreed with him on everything, including cheating on one’s wife, which he and I had always agreed on.

It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship, and I distinctly remember a dinner at Michael’s house when John Buffalo Mailer, who has often acted in Oliver’s films, and I first discussed going to Moscow, me playing judo with Vlad, Mailer interviewing him, and so on. To call John Buffalo an optimist would be a gross understatement. The deal was signed and delivered while we finished yet one more bottle of red, the last words being “Oh boy, the pussy in Moscow will rock.”

Well, we never got to Moscow and never got to see Putin, and I never went on the judo mat with him. But Oliver Stone did, and sold the story to Showtime. It’s fifty-fifty whether he got the idea from us—he was present, after all, when we hatched it—or when he made his movie Snowden, about the guy who spilled the beans. When asked by the newspaper that prints only the news it invents about Putin influencing the American election, Stone snorted and answered that Putin had no influence whatsoever, but Sheldon Adelson (a billionaire Las Vegas vulgarian), the Israeli government, and the Koch brothers had real power in D.C., Vlad zero.

So now I am in the enviable position to defend Oliver Stone, who smelled a rat about Iraq back before millions had become refugees and hundreds of thousands had died. Now he tells the hysterical opposition to Trump that Russia played no role in his election, but few are listening. Why would they? The same people who hatched the Iraq disaster are still in power, and they want to keep the war machine going. It’s money in the bank. Oh yes, I almost forgot the latest Saudi obscenity: the sheer barbarism of refusing a minute’s silence for the victims of the London Bridge terrorism (most likely funded by the Saudis to begin with). Next time you see any of these scumbags racing up and down Sloane Street, remember the obscenity, if nothing else. If we had a government with some cojones, all Saudis, Qataris, and Kuwaitis would be banned from merry old England. Let them eat their dates in Belgium or Luxembourg.

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