We have found a witch. May we burn her?
The ever-fragrant Barbara Amiel, writing in the Telegraph about Michael Jackson (via John Harris):
But guilt or innocence of what? Is there really any doubt that he had children in his bed for his pleasure? Child molestation of any sort is to be deplored, but in the absence of violence, fear or physical coercion, in the absence of penetration, what actual harm has he done? These children have received millions for their moments in his bed. Before they were told it was a crime, they couldn’t wait to get back to Neverland.
…in the absence of violence, fear or physical coercion, in the absence of penetration, what actual harm has he done?
Read on for the full, stinking, mutton-headed, scum-drenched idiocy of it all.
I’d like to go into detail about how she’s as wrong as it’s possible for a corrupt, venal scrap of a woman to be but I’ve been trying to limit the use of obscenities on CY of late as it frightens the horses.
Inveterate scumbag.
(File under: Media, Michael Jackson)
Posted on June 15th, 2005 at 7:52 am
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All things that Humbert Humbert says. He also says it was Lolita that seduced him, that she enjoyed the power of her sex, that he was a slave to HER, and she was the love of his life (and he says it very prettily too). My friend’s Dad said this about ten years of psycho-sexual abuse too.
Of course, Nabokov knew when he was writing that by making Humbert so likeable and his rape and manipulation of Lolita so “poetic” and “well-written” he was consciously drawing us in to teach us that with an acceptable face, we’ll accept anything. I reckon Amiel needs to read some more Nabokov.
And the real question is: now Conrad Black’s been run out of the Torygraph like a five-legged plague rat, what the hell is Amiel doing unsacked?
Katie, I doubt she’d see the subtlety. She’d probably think it was some slice-of-life page-turner.
Alex, because men want her and women want to be her, fearsome intellect, dragged herself up from nothing, yada-yada-yada.