Just when I think Clementine Ford couldn’t get any more hypocritical she has managed to outdo any previous effort.
At the end of last week, 10 Daily published a sickly-sweet column by Ford titled: What Clive James taught us about love.
When I clicked on the column, I expected a takedown of the brilliant man with the razor-sharp wit but instead I found a flowery embrace of a dead white male, a man born before World War II who even had the gall to contribute to the climate sceptic’s bible published by the sons of Satan at the Institute of Public Affairs, Climate...
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