Featured post

Pinned Post: Remembering Ilan Halimi

Saturday, 3 May 2014

Another "Friend" Bites the Dust

When I took my initial timid steps out of the "closet", the first friend I was going to "let go" warned me:

"you know, we are all very worried about these new  people you listen to" (I am well past my extreme late twenties btw)

She said that in the same tone in which (I imagine) the Marquis de Sade pronounced his last words: "this will hurt me more than it  will hurt you".

"B" ticked all the boxes: card carrying leftist, feminist, book club convener, compassionista. She meant well, just like all these "grenouilles de BĂ©nitier" (literally translated: she-frogs of the holy-water-font) who tried to make my childhood and youth a dress rehearsal for the purgatory which would, they promised,  be my place of permanent residence in the afterlife.

She refuted my first argument by saying that genital mutilation didn't happen "all that often", and that  Ayaan Hirsi Ali probably exaggerated anyway  because she was "a right winger".  As a one-week  tourist to Paris she enjoyed the rare privilege of  lunch in the house of a Parisian friend of mine, not a given as Parisians would  rather take you out to a restaurant until  they know you. Yet my politically correct  ex-friend never sent the tiniest  "thank you" to my friend who had gone through the trauma of  cooking despite  not being  really good at it.

I would not have answered B.'s  emails after this even if they had come.

The second friend from my "former" life  shocked me deeply when I discovered her blatant racism. She is quite a lovely woman, intimidating without meaning to be, punched-up victim in a violent lesbian relationship, vegetarian, authentic  greenie and all that. I liked her a lot albeit being often ill at ease in her company because she was sooo genuine and  soooo judgemental without realising it. 

My already uneasy "tolerance" got the deadly coup de grace, when we were swimming one day in the rock pool of her coastal Australian town. At the sight of one African black swimmer she exclaimed:

 "How beautiful is that !!  
Everybody used to be WHITE, 
the whole  city of Newcastle was sooooo  awfully white before 
...this is changing... how beautiful !!!!! ".

"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet" and "racism by any other colour would stink as high to heaven".


Just two days ago, I was "dropped" by a long-lost-and-found-again boyfriend who fits perfectly  into this little populist saying: "if you are not a socialist/communist at 20 you have no heart, if you are still one  at 40 you have no brains".   Unlike the poor housewife in the song of Song of Lucy Jordan  I had "driven in a sports car in Paris with the wild wind in my hair" although I had forgotten the details.

Through the miracle of the Internet the owner of this little signature car of capitalism, a red Alpha Romeo, had found me again a few weeks  ago.  French, he still lives  in France and is now voting for Melanchon, a nasty anti-white racist piece of extreeeeeme leftism. Like so many uncritical  consumers of the conformist French media    my former (boy) friend decreed that I was in cahoots with the devil incarnate by not wanting to burn Marine Le Pen at the stakes.  So this soufflĂ© certainly did not rise twice. 

Ah yes, what closet have I come out of?

I used to be the cowering conformist, the  trying hard to be politically correct  pseudo Leftist:

But now, out of this closet, I can breathe again, and declare loudly: 

I stand by Israel (not very fashionable among the Left)

I don't like:

-Islamism and its proselytising, conquering  totalitarianism
-I don't like goose-stepping  to the sounds of the PC drill

I am against:

- Jew-hatred 
(don't give me the "I am an anti-Zionist" fig leaf, Moses was the first Zionist, David was a Jew and  Goliath was a Philistine and times might have but  things haven't changed !)

- genital mutilation, 

- child marriage

- mass murder in the name of some tin god

- the hypocrisy of bullies who accuse the Australian PM of misogyny while condoning womens' disempowerment under islam. (looking at you Julia Gillard ! ) 

.....So my ex friends, and ex friends to be: I am out of the closet and I will not cry if another one of you bites the dust:




  1. Onya Rita.

    It was a hard decision not because it wasn't bleeding obvious that you had no part in a political movement that obviously had something pretty malodorous at its core but because it inevitably meant leaving behind friends.

    Yep. Know about that.

    In my case fewer than I thought as it turned out. And nobody whose presence I had not come to avoid.

  2. thanks geoffff:)

    Quantity left, Quality stayed and, actually, increased ;)