What a serene start for Lynton Crosby in his new post as David Cameron’s chief general election strategist. The Aussie revered across the globe as the lobotomy patient’s Karl Rove is serenaded to his new desk by the claim that, while steering Boris Johnson safely back to the London mayoralty, he reportedly identified one demographic with which the campaign needn’t devote further time to “f****ng Muslims”. Crosby has absolutely “no recollection” of this incident, while the Mayor artfully distances himself from that non-denial denial by insisting he has “no recollection” of the incident.
It’s all going spiffingly, and no wonder Boris advised the PM to “push the boat out” to hire his mate, though he could have picked a less incendiary phrase. With that one, he reminds us of the 2001 Aussie re-election campaign Crosby ran for John Howard, won in large part after the incumbent humanely denied access to Australian waters to a Norwegian boat that had rescued several hundred sick and desperate Afghan refugees.
Even if it was slowboating rather than swiftboating, Rove would have admired the judicious spreading of the lie that these Muslims, effing or otherwise, threw their children overboard to blackmail the government into helping them. As Mr Howard did, albeit by sending commandos rather than doctors to board the vessel.
It would be unfair of Labour to reprise that heartwarming tale ad nauseam. Such a tactic might pre-emptively define the Tory campaign as a xenophobic core vote affair such as the less triumphant one Crosby masterminded in 2005 for a Howard of our own, the adorable Michael, and we really wouldn’t want that.
No problems with the police, surely
It would be unfairer still for an opposition MP to report the “f****ng Muslims” allegation to the Met. In that event, the police would be compelled to investigate by the precedent of the painstaking police enquiry into the claim that Tony Blair once referred to the “f****ng Welsh”.
Thank heaven that Tory relations with the police are presently so cordial. If they were a touch fraught, you could imagine them investigating this with a rigour designed to cause the sort of embarrassment unknown at No 10 since somebody lost his rag by the Downing Street gate.
Is Rupert in danger of losing the plot?
How much longer before a loving relative has Rupert Murdoch, above right, examined by a leading psycho-geriatrician? “Why,” he tweeted on Saturday, “is Jewish-owned press so consistently anti-Israel in every crisis?”
US media analysts are struggling to decipher what he was on about, and how he contrived to misrepresent himself as casually anti-Semitic, by clumsily seeming to propagate the old “Jewish-controlled media” meme, while intending to support Israel.
Occam’s razor tells us that the obvious answer is probably the right one... that this is simply a case of a harmless elderly gent with no idea any more if he’s Arthur or Martha. If you should bump into the old darling, ask him who the Prime Minister of Israel is. If he answers “Golda Meir”, summon professional help.
Serve the writ, but wear earmuffs
I am saddened to note that the unconscionably well-liked actor and comedian Alan Davies, above left, has joined Sally Bercow and 27 million others on Lord McAlpine’s capacious libel hitlist. A word of warning to anyone instructed to serve the “Iron Mike” Tyson of waggish wit with a writ if he fails to apologise for retweeting his lordship’s name and pay up. Recalling the legendary aural chomping incident with a tramp outside the Groucho Club, don’t forget the earmuffs.
A hapless soul, but she’s such a brick
The latest outing for the Daily Mail’s favourite voodoo doll sees Samantha Brick, left, confiding her anguish at being childless at 41. You have to admire the Mail’s skill in using this hapless soul to transform a source of such genuine grief into a comic romp, just as you admire the Aphrodite of Associated for mastering the rigid house style so perfectly with a poignant account of driving to a clinic “at great speed, with samples of sperm nestled between my breasts”.
At this stage, it is unclear why she didn’t use a jar like anyone else. Perhaps she will explain, if and when she responds to the usual eruption of hatred (the last thing the Daily Mail foresees, of course; it wishes only to help) later this week.Reuse content