Up to London to collect my PhD from the London School of Economics. It is Dr Taki from now on, and Jeremy Clarke can eat his heart out. If he’d stay out of pubs and do some research instead, he, too, might one day get a PhD. Like Dr Gaddafi and Dr Taki. Actually, my paper was on the environmentally friendly method of converting Gaddafis into waste. The ceremony did not last long. Less time than it took me to write my thesis on how to convert a Gaddafi into s***.
Still, Professor David Held pronounced that I ‘cut an impressive figure, have a calm, articulate manner, and make many intelligent and perceptive points’. He also said that I was ‘genuinely popular’. What makes me laugh about the infamous PhD is that one only has to listen to Saif to realise that he never plagiarised anything. His ghost-writer did. Saif Gaddafi, like the rest of his family, cannot string a proper sentence together in English and never will.
That aside, the LSE is not the only institution totally to make a fool of itself by taking Gaddafi blood money. The press has been full of reports about the Rothschild and Mandelson connection to the ghastly Saif, but it was Fiat, the Italian automaker, that first brought the murderer in from the cold back in 1979. I remember being on Gianni Agnelli’s boat off Corfu sometime in May or June of that year, when the deal was finalised: 5 per cent of Fiat for 400 million greenbacks. To be sure, the 5 per cent was bought back after a while, but Gaddafi still owns 7 per cent of Juventus, the Torino football giant, and I’d hate to think what else in Italy.
Uncle Sam, who pretends to be appalled by European greed in cosying up to the bloody dictator, speaks with forked tongue.
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