Jerry Lee Lewis

As I couldn’t read or watch the idiot box, I listened to music. And what music! It was as good as Mozart and Schubert, but a bit more modern—boogie-woogie, to be exact. Boogie-woogie emerged from the blues at a much faster clip. Top practitioners included Pinetop Perkins, Little Red Clay, and the greatest of them all, Jerry Lee Lewis, to whom I could listen play “Roll Over Beethoven” and “Whole Lotta Shakin’ Going On” nonstop for the rest of my life. Jerry Lee got a bum rap from those do-gooders who are trying to run our lives when he married his 13-year-old cousin back in the 1950s. These same do-gooders say nothing when an 80-year-old rich Saudi slob marries an 11-year-old girl whose family has sold her to him. (Not an unusual practice in the sandy peninsula.) Jerry Lee Lewis is my hero and his piano playing makes today’s untalented cacophonous bunch that pass as pop stars look like the cheap con men that they are.

Speaking of con men and sandy hellholes, what about these Qatari and Saudi bums who are buying up Europe while Europeans grovel before them? For a £3M “donation” from Bahrain, British military academy Sandhurst replaced the name of their main sports hall from Mons Hall—which commemorated English soldiers in WWI—to King Hamad Hall. Is the Parthenon next? Perhaps, if it was British.

These towels are buying up everything in case the sleepy ones ever wake up and kick them out. They also know that the Europeans will fight for them in case the Islamists decide they’d like a share of the high life, too. Europe is weak and bribable, and starting with the Brits and the French, it will shamelessly sell its very soul for Arabian ill-gotten gains. And we will never learn. Instead of backing Assad to the full, we’re making noises against him so the Islamist extremists can take over in the future. William Hague must be taking a dive. No one could be that stupid after what happened in Libya, with the great political expert Taki having led the charge against Gaddafi. My excuse is that I’m a fool. What’s Hague’s?