Yet again the mainstream wokealorium is preachifying from its pulpitrex. It’s a wangitude of complete retardifaction. This has not been an easy column to write.
It has been difficult, gruelling in parts, but also warm, exhilarating and at times deeply erotic. I was SAVAGED by Simon Jordan. And I’ve never felt so alive.
You know who Simon Jordan is. Used to own Crystal Palace. Now a very good and listenable pundit on TalkSport, where he does the grown-up topics.
Simon Jordan has strong opinions. His worldview says: the world is bad. The world is in need of correction.
And he’s right about that, as he often is about things. That’s what makes this all a bit surprising because I like Simon Jordan! I listen to his morning show with Jim White and it’s often really good.
I respect the fact he has industry knowledge because he ran a football club. And yes that involved lots of dealings with Steve Bruce, Iain Dowie or similar, but it’s still basically the same thing. I like the way he pops up in clips looking like an exquisitely powdered 17th-century Umbrian count, some gorgeous little angry blond glove-puppet I want to sit on my knee and pet and cosset and whisper in his ear about granditudinous hypocralism, in a way that’s just warm and fond and not, for me, in any way sexual, but which definitely is for him.
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