More Kilroy – pathetic non-excuses

Whine, squeal, complain – Kilroy says “it was all my secretary’s fault”

The chain of errors began on Friday 2 January, while Kilroy-Silk was on holiday in Spain, when Hunter (his secretary) did her weekly task of emailing his opinion column to the Sunday Express. Disastrously, amid a frantic schedule, she got the dates mixed up and sent a column the paper had published last April. Staff at the paper failed to notice.

In April, sub-editors had made small but judicious alterations to tone down the article, which gained little attention. But this time the tirade appeared in its full unsubtle glory.

He still wrote it, deliberately. The error was that this was found out at the wrong time. In fact, I would like to thank his secretary for accidentally revealing the extent of Kilroy’s racism. The unpleasant fact is that she will likely lose her job over it, and whether Kilroy loses his BBC contract or not he’ll still be loaded.

Interesting how Hunter says

The same one was in last year and nobody complained, perhaps because it was a different climate then.

Quite possibly. Iraq had just been “liberated”; the big Saddam-pulling event had just “taken place”. (There I go with the inverted commas again.) People weren’t paying much attention to other matters.

Oh, and of course, we get the usual “he’s not a racist, he has a black driver” rubbish. Obviously if you employ black people you can’t possibly be racist; everyone knows that South African gold mines were run by the NAACP. He says in his press release “The article was always intended to be a criticism of certain Arab regimes – never of Arab people in general” but his article explicitly says “the Arabs… they murdered more than 3,000 civilians on September 11 and then danced in the hot, dusty streets to celebrate the murders… being suicide bombers, limb-amputators, womenrepressors” (full text).

Incidentally, if you’re looking for a list of advances coming from the Arab world, here’s a short alphabetical list from Salon.

You know, what I really like to see on waking up too early on a Sunday morning is a wrinkled millenarian televangelist telling me how the English and Americans are descendants of God’s chosen people, and how they became rich because of God’s blessing, clearly no other explanation. All explained in his book of course. Sunday morning religious TV in the UK may be hideously dull but it’s not actively offensive in its prejudice and ignorance. Now, thankfully, we have an infomercial about meat. All sorts of meat-related gadgets. Desktop rotisseries (”great for an RV!”) and some sort of syringe to inject garlic and pine-nuts and so on into your immense lump of meat. Meat! Meat! Meat! Comically, the advert before this was about lowering your cholesterol.