High life | 2 August 2018

On board S/Y Puritan

  I’m sailing off the charred eastern coast of Athens where so many died last week, and I remain suspicious as hell. Fifteen or so fires starting simultaneously smells like arson to me, committed by scum who murder for a TV set, or set fires in order to loot abandoned houses. Sometime soon we Greeks will have to take matters into our own hands. Frontier justice will prevail. Mind you, the community of Mati, where most of the dead lived, was illegally built some 40 years ago, and only issued building permits after the fact. It is a middle-class community of mostly retired doctors and lawyers, but it lay in a gully that funnelled the flames all the way to the sea. Extremely high winds did not help. The authorities talk a good game but will do nothing. If I were in charge, I’d arrest every criminal in Greece and deport them. Violent crime would disappear overnight, but then I’m not in charge, political correctness is. Not that the UK is doing any better. Who would believe that Sarah Champion, a Member of Parliament, who pointed out the simple fact that the young white girls who were abused — 1,400 under age and targeted by British Pakistani men — would need police protection for uttering the truth? If this isn’t sick, I don’t know what is. The bad guys have PC protection, the good ones nada. Not to mention the publicity-starved Diane Abbotts of this world protesting about the fate of the two bloodthirsty Isis monsters who our American friends know what to do with once they get their hands on them. A 55-year-old acquaintance of mine, a father of three young men, is attacked in his house by two known Albanian criminals, he almost kills one of them with a punch to the head, and is then slain by the other with a blow to the head with a steel pipe.