This week, Lou Bondí decided to take a break from the sublime and descend to the ridiculous.

This week's Bondí+ treated us to a people-bashing session by Norman Lowell, wearing his cravat backwards. The arguments were as cohesive as a jigsaw puzzle with several bits missing. But it was unfair of Bondí to try to put words into Lowell's mouth by dint of repetition.

Let me see if I understood properly; the hoi polloi who currently follow Lowell's movements are not the 'chosen few'. Those who are entitled to become leaders in the Imperivm Evropa movement will come out of the woodwork and take their rightful position when the time is ripe. Meanwhile, the man rubbishes everyone and everything except this elite corps.

It pains me to see that writing stream-of-consciousness rubbish gets people other than the author into trouble, but other things do not.

We have the 'Man who Sold the World', but this is the 'Idea' (upper case not mine) that changed the world - or will, if we get it into our collective bullish brain, make us accept abortion and euthanasia for anyone who is not up to (Lowell's) par.

This eugenics tirade led me to imagine Lowell sauntering into a cafe to read the paper, and insisting that only an Aryan type lad be allowed to serve him coffee; indeed a similar case made the papers recently when a couple at the Ritz-Carlton in Naples, Florida, turned away the Haitian-born waiter Wadner Tranchant (www.thisislondon .co.uk/standard/article-23826920-we-don't-want-any-black-waiters-britons-tell-hotel.do).

Just for the record, I do not listen to Wagner, Mahler or Rossini as I 'type frenetically' - my tastes run more to Elton John and Barbra Streisand. I do not go to fast food outlets mainly because I do not like the food, and I am very easy when it comes to accepting people who are not 'like me', whatever that means.

When a person who considers himself to be the wisest of the wise considers Robert Johnson and Al Jolson to be one and the same person; when a Shaman is attributed with being a whiter shade of pale than a person with Albinism; when facts do not remain important, my mind goes off at a tangent.

With most Maltese people having been extracted from a potage of genes acquired since prehistory, I wonder how many of us would qualify for a 'Europid' card. And, seeing that there are people of all colours in all faiths, I am left wondering why it is only people of one particular faith who will have to 'return home', and not those who ostensibly fomented the hatred for them in the first place.

Let us, for the nonce, imagine that it were actually possible for Malta to become the latter-day Cape Canaveral whence pods with 'pure Caucasian' embryos are sent to colonise the zillionth planet from the sun. Lowell tells us these people would seed worlds with worthy populations, if push came to shove and earth imploded. But there is one problem; these capsules would be remote-controlled from earth.

If earth were no more, how would these unborn cope? Or is it that distances are so great by the time they get there, wherever there is in the space/time continuum, their gestation period would be over and they would be fully-formed adults, able to read the instructions and understand why they had been exiled for all eternity?

I guess, as my American friends say, the details will be ironed out in due time. Being one of the Great Unwashed, I cannot be expected to understand the niceties of all that Lowell said.

• British viewers were complaining to the Beeb about the new, improved (read sexed-up) Dr Who.

At one point, new assistant Amy Pond conjectures about when the 907-year-old Time Lord last had sex, and tries to seduce him. This happened before the watershed, and one of the points raised was that casual sex is no way to present a relationship to the children who would have been watching. The news that Dr Who will also get to meet some scantily-clad (female) vampires did not go down too well, either.

Complaints about a different type of implied sexual relationships came thick and fast into my mailbox this week, mainly because Ċetta from Valletta will have to wait.

• The last two episodes of Bijografiji (TVM), both of which were to feature Strada Stretta, have been postponed owing to the screening of the semi-finals of the Champions League.

The forthcoming series Reati is too short to be apportioned into two parts, so those wanting to watch the final two episodes of Bijografiji will have to wait even longer for them.

• Without any doubt, one of the better programmes on the airwaves these days is Vespri (Favourite Channel), which treats several topics that nobody else will touch, in a level-headed manner.

Yet I was very perturbed last Sunday when the clips from the film The Stoning of Soraya M were not edited for the repeat, which was broadcast in the morning, in bloody technicolour glory.

For those who do not know the story, suffice it to say that Soraya's husband Ghorban-Ali wanted to marry a 14-year-old and conspired with the village authorities to get rid of his wife by accusing her of infidelity.

He had the perfect excuse; she had begun cooking for the widowed husband of a friend of hers, and this guileless action was deliberately misinterpreted. And so this 'inconvenient wife', who had been forced into an arranged marriage aged 13, bore nine children (two of whom were stillborn) over the next two decades, and endured insults and beatings from her husband, and then was murdered - as her sons watched.

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