Every now and then, someone will turn up here, have a sniff around, take a dislike at what I've written and send me an invective. Which I don't mind at all, if truth be told. But what I do mind is that these folk invariably attempt to claim that the Mail isn't a stinking turdgarden full of racism and cuntery. Which it undoubtedly is.
It's not as if they're even shy about it, either; it's not as if it's in skilful codes lurking beneath the surface that only clever people can see. No, it's really rather obvious. Often there's a plausible deniability built in, as you often see with Littletalent, whose meandering nonsenses are quite artfully constructed so that he can distance himself from any claims of racism or homophobia, for example, and simply point the finger back at the spectral Left, who are in his mind the real cause of all world problems.
If you think that the Mail isn't racist, then what are we to make of this fragrant jobby of an entry in the Ephraim Hardcastle column?
"Tommy is a champion of the religious genre and brings a fresh expertise to the department and Songs of Praise". I'll say! Nagra has directed and/or produced for TV The Sikhs, All Black, Hindi Millionaires, Pakistani Actually, Who Wants To Be A Mullah?, India's Ladyboys, Paki And Proud and The Joy Of Curry. Will Songs of Praise ever be the same again?
Snorting fuckwit. What's the implication here other than that, by bringing in a dirty wog who's done programmes about brown bastards, the Beeb will turn Songs of Praise into some kind of - spit - multicultural event?
But if it is, so fucking what? Guess what, not all Christians are white anyway.
So what's Hardcastle's problem? Why does he see the need to snort away like the chippy little cunt he is? Look, if you've got a problem with people who aren't white having anything to do with religious broadcasting, then just come out and say it. Don't go hiding behind your "Will it ever be the same again?" wankery - if you don't like it, come out and say why, you hackneyed old bullshitter. Then at least we can have an idea as to why you might think it might be a bad idea for the BBC to bring in an experienced and talented TV producer to be part of one of its flagship programmes.
But no, sooner or later someone will write to me and claim somehow that the Mail isn't racist, that I've got it all wrong, that I'm somehow the extremist, that the Mail is a force for good and never does anything wrong, and that there's never anything even slightly wrong with anything it ever does. Well when the fuckers do I'll just point them in the direction of this piece of shit from Hardcastle and see what they make of it. Presumably the classical "ooh, it's just harmless, silly, you're the one with the problem, not them, they're just being playful and lovely like furry kittens in a big pink bundle of cotton wool, you're the one who is hateful and bad" - because there's never any way of making those motherfuckers see sense. But at least it'll make me feel better.