God sat at his laptop and his finger
hovered over the key marked SMITE, it
seems to have happened two days ago with
30, 2005 (Tuesday)
Jessica goes off shopping for
trainers -- starts a new school in Hammersmith on
At 2:20 pm at the Public Record Office. I order
up file FO.370/1348,
on the archives of Auschwitz camp. The file
comes to me at 4:49 pm, and inside the folder I see
a loose page has been inserted by somebody in the
bowels of the building, reading "Churchill's
War was brilliant!" -- in capital letters,
pencilled on a small slip. Seems I have at least
one fan here in the PRO.
31, 2005 (Wednesday)
Shipilov reports from Moscow that a Russian firm
has issued a pirate edition of my book on Adolf
Hitler's atomic bomb project, The
Virus House, the old Soviet edition.
I reply at 10:38 am:
Yes, tell [...] to take legal action to
stop this. The book was Virusne haz in Russian, and
published by Atomizdat, also without my permission,
but eventually they paid me. This piracy must be
stopped before it starts!
THE television pictures from New Orleans are grim.
The city is being evacuated after the Hurricane
Katrina disaster. I am surprised incidentally that
our traditional enemies do not object that only
Aryan names are used for these disasters -- why no
Hurricane Isidores or Chaims? It is quaint to hear
English newsreaders pronouncing the American names
-- Orleans as though it were still French, instead
of N'Orleens or even Nawleens, the way the locals
have it; and "Biloxy" instead of "Biluxxi," if I
remember how the locals say it each time I pause
there on my way through.
I am not sorry to see the casinos at Biloxi and
in Gulfport go, washed inland or out to sea: they
sprang up like mushrooms behind a slum dweller's
toilet over the last ten or twenty years, milking
the Mississippi poor of what little money they
So what fun, what déja-vu, we "racists"
have once again wallowed in this evening in
watching the familiar images of looters storming
the superstores. 'Nuff said on that score: I don't
want to be packed off to sensitivity-school like
our illustrious London mayor Ken
I flick the remote. Over on CNBC there is an
American financial pundit, talking about the
disaster. Yes, the big reinsurers, like Lloyds and
the Münchner Re, are going to be badly hit.
But he ever-so-delicately points out that
historically such disasters have always generated a
boom in the economy, because of the subsequent
reconstruction work, and that stocks in all the big
concrete, granite, construction, and heavy building
gear companies are soaring since the first pictures
of the New Orleans disaster hit the airwaves.
I watch the lady governor of Louisiana
stumbling, and misusing every possible long word in
her answers, just like a British trades union
leader of the forties and fifties, and I find
myself wondering how David Duke would have
fared in this emergency if he had made it to
Governor -- as he nearly did before the traditional
enemies woke up and pulled the plug on him. He
certainly has a better command of the English
language than she does.
Only in one program do I hear people asking the
awkward Holocaust-question: "Why us?"
Well, here are two possible answers from myself,
a simple and God-fearing soul, proffered in reverse
- Secondly, because your president has refused
to sign on to the Kyoto Treaty to halt global
warming, because American big business told him
not to; and warming is where these
super-hurricanes come from.
- And firstly your country has a God-fearing
president now, who professes to be a born-again
Christian, to have lately foresworn cocaine and
all the other damaging sins of the flesh except
beer and pretzels, but has launched an illegal
war against an impoverished nation already worn
down by ten years of brutal Anglo-American
sanctions; so this might just possibly be your
God himself speaking to you now, George.
I waited in vain during your 5 p.m. (EST) press
conference to hear just one reference to the
religious beliefs you touted so fervently in your
presidential campaign, what Winston
Churchill so endearingly once termed "that
Godstuff you Americans like so much," in
conversation with Ambassador Joseph P
If ever God sat at his laptop and his finger
hovered over the key marked
SMITE, it seems to have
happened two days ago with Hurricane