Paedos All the Way Down

I see that the Rangeuil Hospital in Toulouse had to be evacuated when doctors in Emergency discovered that the eight-inch-longGerman artillery shell from the Great War they had located in a patient's bottom was, in fact, live. The bum squad ...whoops, sorry, I mean the bomb squad were called, and huddled around the incendiary posterior to do all that detach-the-black-wire-before-the-red stuff. One can't help feeling the equivalent scene at Fort Knox in Goldfinger would have been far more thrilling had 007 had to disable the device from Oddjob's rectum.

I am reluctant, even in these last days of a dying west, to over-invest in the awesome metaphoric power of this incident. After initially assuming the poor chap had had it up there since late 1918 - that's what I call seriously deep cover, and the Kaiser is just the sort of chap to anticipate the need for it - I read further and divined that its present location was arrived at rather more recently. Is that where Zelenskyyyyy is secreting his mysteriously misplaced Nato ordinance? Are the Taliban big-beards giving it a go with the stuff the Pentagon left at Bagram?

Yet, notwithstanding my reluctance, its metaphoric power is nevertheless spectacular: thankful as the burghers of Toulouse are to have foregone the ultimate blow job, the conversion of a German Empire artillery shell into a sex toy is the last century of western civilisation distilled into a single Toulouse derrière.

I see that over in the Steyn Clubhouse one of our Kiwi readers, Veronica in Auckland, has compiled a useful list of a few selected highlights from the weekend's Jeffrey Epstein disclosures. If memory serves, it was my former colleague James Delingpole who first told me that the people who really run the world possessed kompromat on everybody else, and you weren't allowed to advance into the upper echelons of the global political class unless they had something on you. James has moved on since then, as is his wont, but that seems to be as good an explanation as any as to how we wound up with the likes of Biden, Macron, Trudeau, Johnson, etc. One notes, inter alia, that, with respect to the current Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, last week was also the week that the fifth twink dropped. Why every Ukrainian "male model" on the books of Mayfair agencies wants to incinerate Keir Starmer is an interesting question, although evidently not to Fleet Street's investigative reporters.