Milo’s hope

Milo’s hope, by Christopher Akehurst.

There’s a long tradition in this country of washed-up troupers from overseas turning up on our shores for a gig, discovering that here in what they probably regard as hicksville they’re treated as celebrities, and deciding to stay on. There have been dozens of them – fading musical comedy chanteuses, C-grade actors, television ‘personalities’, food and wine bores. We might soon be getting another. Milo Yiannopoulos regards Australia as ‘my last hope’, according to the title of a book he’s written. …

Milo started out well as a conservative enfant terrible then blew it. He was hilariously offensive to feminist harpies and gender cranks, who descended as they always do when out of their intellectual depth into paroxysms of incoherent rage. But then he defended sex with thirteen-year-olds, just as the ‘abuse crisis’ was reaching hysteria pitch. It’s one thing to sneer at the idiocies of the Left but child abuse is evil and Milo was a fool for defending or seeming to defend it. Conservatives dropped him as a standard bearer and he more or less sank out of sight. …

Gays and the Catholic Church:

The Catholic Church has always had clerical homosexuals, mainly because in the days before the LGBTQXYZ dictatorship when homosexuality was a stigma, the celibate priesthood was a good career for a devout young man who was gay and didn’t want his mother and aunts asking all the time when he was going to find a nice girl. In 99 per cent of cases gay priests got on with their job, some with heroism and saintliness, maintained their chastity and the Church was the richer for their presence.