If I was at a fancy dress party and someone there was dressed as a chasidic Jew, with the stick on beard and side curls and the fur hat and shiny coat (I’m gonna presume for these purposes that this is NOT a Purim party at the synagogue but something more secular and the wearer is not perhaps a Jew) and funny trousers and perhaps a prayer book? some chopped liver or gefilte fish in his hand, would I be offended?

No. I wouldn’t. I’d think: ‘great costume’, wish I’d have thought of that. And yet black face is out of the question. Probably red face too. Definitely brown face. Green is fine. Until we land on Mars then that too will become verboten on grounds of political correctness. The two words which translate literally as ‘totally fucking unable to laugh at yourself’. Which, in the ‘world’ bordered by my hair and my glasses, is nowhere I want to live. It’s a sorry and serious place of offence and pettiness and humourless imbeciles like Jeremy Corbyn and Kier Starmer telling us precisely how to speak, act and ‘be nice’. (Jews excepted in that particular example, obviously).

I don’t wanna be ‘nice’. I want to speak without fear of prosecution and make fun of anybody and everybody, myself included.

As, apparently, did Justin Trudeau, all those years ago when he dressed as a kind of ‘dark Aladin’ with the robes and shit and painted brown. OMG!!!!! yell the delicate of nature and frail of mind, ‘he’s supposed to be a master of tolerance and inclusivity and love for all humanity, but dressing up like that!!! He might as well rape a baby and bite the throat out of its mother!!!!’ That kind of sentiment. ‘Appalled of Winnipeg’.

He was a kid at a party, FFS. Who cares who he dressed up as? It was something called ‘fun’ and if it was mildly offensive then it was so much more fun. Get over it. Move on.

To the Labour Party Conference. That’s a good place to be. Where they can’t sack Tom Watson, the Party’s deputy leader, but instead can decide, collectively, obviously, that there is to be no more role of ‘deputy leader’. Unfortunately (only because had it succeeded it would have made Corbyn’s mob more laughable and horrible and manipulative than they already are) the move was voted down so Watson keeps his job. For now.

John McDonnell, Labour’s ‘real’ deputy leader, the one on message with the main dude, refuses to allow talk of leadership challenge, even though Jeremy is now, according to polls, the most unpopular leader of any opposition party of all time. Well done Jezza. McDonnell said ‘if Jeremy was run over by a bus, maybe we’d have a woman leader’. Well, in fact Jeremy has. The ‘bus’ of popular opinion has slammed the miserable fucker into a wall. Then backed up and rammed him some more.

Wish I’d been driving it.

There is no football to speak about today because the rugby World Cup has started over in Japan and that’s taking all my attention.

Happy Saturday

A xxxx