Khan can: Can - what? you might well ask, no doubt irritated by yet another of my cryptic headings. Let me explain. Mr. Sadiq Khan, a Muslim, has just been elected mayor of 'Londonistan', as one of the American papers put it. As usual, this blog attempts to peer through its usual fog of ignorance and try to assess Mr. Khan and what effect he will have. Alas, I know next to nothing of the man so any views expressed here need to be taken with even more scepticism than usual. However, one fact appears to be established and that is his inherent dislike of 'Jezza' who failed to turn up for Mr. Khan's investiture. Already there is journalistic talk of Mr. Khan challenging 'Jezza' for the leadership of the Labour party - splendid! Personally, I was not too surprised at his success in the London mayor election. The dimwits who appear to run the Tory party chose an utterly pathetic candidate in the form of the multi-zillionaire, Mr. Zac Goldsmith, and he received the thrashing he deserved. Given the fact that London is now, to all intents and purposes, a foreign city inside England, then Mr. Khan is not an unreasonable choice to be its mayor. From the very little I know of him I think he is a good choice although, no doubt, he will make his mistakes. But more important, I think he stands as a symbol for moderate Muslims in this country who can see that one of their own can rise to high office. And there are, indeed, a great many moderate Muslims in this land. There are constant 'SHLOCK-HORROR' stories concerning the 600-odd Muslim youths who have gone to Syria to fight for ISIS but my reaction is to ask, 'is that all?' Young men always want to pick up a gun and go to war and Muslim young men are no exception. Most of those that don't get killed will eventually come back older and wiser! Anyway, good luck to Mr. Khan. I hope he can keep clear of the graft and bribery that is endemic amongst so many of his fellow Muslim politicians - and occasionally their Christian counterparts. We shall see what we shall see!
My American affairs correspondent, JK, turns up Trumps: He pointed me towards an article by Glenn Greenwald at The Intercept in which Mr. Greenwald, who is a very naughty boy, reprinted links to all those distinguished media commentators, including 'The Kraut' (such lèse-majesté!), who snorted their derision at the possibility of Trump winning anything other than a booby prize. "Oh dear, what a falling off was there"! You have been warned, do not, under any circs, assume that 'The Donald' will fail against 'HillBilly'!
Time to dance a jig on the political body of George Galloway: Some of my regular commenters are doing their impersonations of Pte. Fraser from Dad's Army as they insist that following the election of Sadiq Khan, "We're all doomed!" However, such is their anguish that they have missed the really great, heart-warming news from the London mayoral election which Robert Colville at The Coffee House has much pleasure in rubbing in - the fact that George Galloway has been totally and utterly humiliated by finishing bottom of the candidates having gained only a miserly 1.4% of the vote.
Will that be the last we see of this dreadful old chancer? Probably not because Ken Livingstone and Seumas Milne of the (so-called) Labour party would like him back in the fold. Incidentally, Milne, that ex-public schoolboy and virulent Marxist is claimed by Galloway to be his best friend. With friends like that who needs enemies?
Will she or won't she? This is the predominant question of the day. I refer to Ms. Katie Hopkins who, to my surprise, writes for The Daily Mail which the 'Memsahib' insists that I buy everyday. I do read it, or at least, skim it, but Ms. Hopkins has eluded my scrutiny - until now! Apparently, she vowed that if Sadiq Khan beat her favourite, Zac Goldsmith, she would run naked up Regent Street with a sausage up her bum! I assume that out of religious discretion it would not be a pork sausage!
I am also hoping that this is not a picture of her practicing to insert the sausage! You may remember that Mr. Dan Hodges once promised to streak down Whitehall in a Nigel Farage mask if UKIP exceeded a certain percentage of the vote. Eventually he kept his promise although to avoid the attention of 'the plod' he did wear his underpants. Apropos these two similar promises, it is interesting to note that Mr. Hodges, a proper political commentator, chose Whitehall as his venue where-as Ms. Hopkins prefers Regent Street. See, you just can't stop these ladies from window shopping at the best fashion houses whatever the circs!
And talking of the estimable Mr. Hodges: I am missing him at my usual first stop at The Telegraph each morning. However, all is not lost because he now seems to be writing a weekly column for The Mail on Sunday. His reports on the civil war now raging inside the Labour (non)party are illuminating. Today he points at 'the bleedin' obvious' that the only way forward for Labour is to split and the sooner it happens the better for what I might call 'the normals':
It is a fantasy. A fantasy that Jeremy Corbyn, John McDonnell and Diane Abbott can happily – or even grudgingly – exist alongside Chuka Umunna, Dan Jarvis and Liz Kendall. Pick any issue of import. Defence. Foreign policy. Law and order. Immigration. Welfare. Economic policy. The two Labour parties do not just hold different opinions, they sit on opposite sides of diametrically opposed ideological battle lines.
The Lib-Dem rump should pay close attention because it's not the US cavalry that potentially is riding to their rescue but the 'normals' from the Labour party who constitute the second coming of the SDP who rescued them back in the '80s. Proof, perhaps, that what goes around, comes around.
Is this really JK's house? As you all know, 'JK' is a regular contributor to this distinguished blog and his home state is Arkansas. The Mail is running a story today illustrating the most expensive houses for sale in the USA, state by state, and this is the winner in 'Arkieland':
I can believe it might be JK's place because it obviously has large storage facilities at ground level which JK's business partner, Mr. Barney Magroo, 'Purveyor of Fine Wines to the Arkansas Gentry', could store his, er, product pending distribution! All yours for a mere $5 mil!
No more rumbles today