A complete Muppet. And Elmo from Sesame Street
“Johnson’s wife, the distinguished barrister Marina Wheeler QC, is the daughter of the late British journalist Sir Charles Wheeler and Dip Singh, who married in 1962 … This makes Boris Johnson’s wife, whom he married 1993, part-Indian … Are [John] McDonnell and co seriously suggesting that a white racist man would marry a part-Indian woman?”
Yes? Yes yes? Yes yes yes? “Of course not … Because this has nothing to do with race … This is about the European referendum … McDonnell, [Nicholas] Soames and [Caroline] Lucas desperately want Britain to remain in the European Union, unlike Johnson (and his part-Indian wife) who think Britain should quit the EU … Therefore, they have invented a slur and jumped up and down about it to cast Johnson in a bad light”.
when editor of the Spectator, was happy not just to employ Taki Theodoracopulos, a notorious anti-Semite, but to pass for publication sentiments such as “Orientals ... have larger brains and higher IQ scores. Blacks are at the other pole”.
Taki also said of black basketball players that they had “arms hanging below their knees and tongues sticking out”. Fine by editor Bozza. It got worse: by his own pen, he had described black children as “piccaninnies”. He’d also talked of African leaders greeting visitors with “watermelon smiles”. And it got worse still.
As the Evening Standard reported at the time, “He told New Nation last week that he had been on holiday when an article in the Spectator claimed that Caribbeans were ‘multiplying like flies’”. Yes, a big boy did it and ran away. Like so much Bozza gets up to, he crosses the line, tries to laugh it off, and is ultimately saved by his pals in the press who are prepared to rustle up a line in convenient excuses to divert attention.
Miles Goslett’s latest variation is to say “look over there at his wife”, as if that excuses the attack on Barack Obama, which has already damaged the Vote Leave campaign and had Bozza disinvited from an upcoming speaking engagement. But good to see that Heat Street will be just as lame as the ranting of its figurehead.