‘In a truly free society, I should have the right to read al-Qaeda’s magazine,’ wrote Brendan O’Neill on today’s Daily Telegraph website. Indeed he should, and I should also have the right to comment on it. O’Neill’s piece went up earlier today, but after a few hours the comments have been closed. Funny that…in more ways than one.

The Telegraph these days is spineless, devious and agendad in so many ways, I have ceased to see it as the virtuous Right in action. In fact, one day somebody will write the history of Barclay brothers Torygraph ownership, and find it more of a blot on journalism than it ever was under Conrad the Canadian Conman. At least in the Black old days, about the worst one had to put up with was The News from Mossad, aka his wife Barbara Amiel’s column. I remain a defender of Israel (look, if there is a God, then the Jews have the one true version who wants no other God but him already, so think of it as insurance) but Barbie Amiel was, without doubt, enough of a piece of work to make even the Chief Rabbi anti-semitic.

Nevertheless, she would be left gasping in the wake of the breathtaking Sarkist twin chutzpah. They pay no tax, they garner no votes, but by proxy they sit in on every editorial meeting (and around the Cabinet table in Number Ten) their chubby fingers prodding acolytes into action as and when the mood takes them. A senior Cabinet member with whom I have an intermittent but nonetheless mutually respectful relationship told me two years ago that he thought the Barclay brothers infinitely more pernicious than the Murdochs. I don’t agree (on the grounds that being more pernicious than Beelzebub is impossible) but nevertheless I was impressed (and depressed) by his fearful respect.

The twins hold Lord Ashcroft in high estimation. And Boris Johnson. And, well, pretty much everyone with a bulbous opinion on how to run Britain after the manner of an extreme Platonic élite. Doubtless BoJo would have a poetic ancient Greek way of describing his aim, but it wouldn’t stop him being a thug up there with Mr Hyde.

A bit of breast-baring tonight. Throughout my life, I have been accused of two things way beyond anything else: not suffering fools gladly, and being in an all-fired hurry. So let me explain this from my perspective. When fools tell me most things take time, I enjoy proving them wrong by showing how a systemic problem can be solved in an afternoon if the will to do it exists. And I’m in an all-fired hurry because most things are unnecessarily slowed down by fools.

Not for nothing did Churchill scribble on memos he received ‘Action this day’.

It would be the work of no more than a week in Great Britain to ban all expat non-taxpaying foreign nationals from owning media there. The fact that the French have stuck to this law for years negates any bollocks about such a thing not being possible, let alone easy.

Let me tell you unequivocally why we are not allowed to read certain things in our media: because unelected men and women with far too much power and money decide we shouldn’t. They do of course have myriad excuses to ‘explain’ why we can’t read such stuff: national security is the favourite, but ‘giving offence’, the Race Relations Act, there’s an election on, sub judice, and endless other ‘reasons’ are trotted out. Almost none of them have any empirical validity.

All that crap is precisely the same mentality that puts up notices saying ‘This area is monitored by 24/7 CCTV for your own safety’ and ‘We monitor these calls so we can improve our service to you, the customer we value’.

Our space is not being monitored, our souls are being recorded. Things are being kept from us because of gratuitous censorship, not to protect our civilisation. Always remember that, and you will not go far wrong.

Earlier at The Slog: Why Sir Alex’s departure is a mixed blessing