America has turned into a bad joke

Gstaad

Rumours about the virus are flying around this village. First there was talk of a hotel being temporarily quarantined, then a shindig given by a fat social climber where one of the guests was said to be infected. So far these seem to have been false alarms but still the fat old rich who don’t ski are panicking, staying indoors and incommunicado. This is good news.

Even better news is that I’ve been skiing with my son and have never had a better time, although he did have to wait for me at times. The snow was unexpectedly good and there was plenty of it. My trouble is that I look down from a south-facing verandah and see green fields. But there’s plenty of the white stuff elsewhere, and I took full advantage of it all week, skiing slowly these days, but still taking on all mountains and slopes. My boy has been a very good companion, and he has lots of young women hanging around, which helps almost as much as the good snow conditions.

On a more serious matter, the deficiencies of globalisation are revealed when people who have been lulled to sleep by those EU con artists wake up to countless threats while the unelected scrubbers in Brussels drink and make merry, though no longer at our expense. The mainstream left-wing media is as complicit as hell in the latest fiasco, more concerned that no Chinese person feels insulted than with what the criminal commie government tried to conceal.

Globalisation is a fait accompli. There is no turning back, alas. But a re-examination of our reliance on China as ground zero for manufacturing needs a second look. Trump’s tariffs on Chinese goods were long overdue, but then up popped the virus, so people put two and two together and got five.