See you in court, Lotus....

Apparently, we have now become so finely attuned to the sound of racism that we can even detect it in cars' engines. It is now possible, it seems, for the casual observer to discern a difference between opening the throttle a few times in neutral with no discriminatory agenda and doing so in a manner which implies belief in the inherent superiority of one's own race. Gosh. Chief Inspector Jenkins must have quite some ears: a kind of universal absolute pitch for noises of hatred. No doubt Lotus will soon find themselves under investigation for making racist-sounding V8s.

It's comforting, too, to know that the blurring of the line between race and Islam religion continues apace. Having failed, for the moment, to get much traction for the laughable Religious Hatred Bill, which attempted to codify Islam religion in the same terms as race, which is to say a condition into which one is born and over which one has no control and no option to change (which one might, in fairness, think describes tyrannical Islam tolerably well; nonetheless in theory at least religions are elective institutions, unlike race), it seems Plan B has been adopted, which is to treat Muslims religious people as though they were of a race anyway.

Such is the nature of the farcical routine of self-abasement and moral cowardice in which we, as a country and a civilisation, are presently engaged.