Salman Rushdie is still living on the proceeds of crime

And is doing very nicely thank you. Not that there is the remotest chance that he will ever say thank you or even acknowledge the moral debt that he owes the British taxpayer for paying the £11 million it has cost to protect him from the outrage of Islamic fundamentalists.

He has been out and about pimping his memoir of a fatwa survivor. Fatwa profiteer would seem more accurate in the circumstances. There can be little doubt that he would never have sold so many copies of such unreadable tripe as the Satanic verses had the Ayatollah Khomeini not issued the fatwa against him. Also to blame were the pseudo intellectual knob heads such as Alan Yentob whose constant flattering bore more than a passing resemblance to The Emperor's New Clothes.

But his poor literary ability is not the actual reason that I say he has been living on the proceeds of crime. Rather that I believe that had he written the Satanic Verses in the last year or two it might well have been considered an incitement to racial hatred. And as such the Rushdie mansion on London's Millionaire's Row (Bishop's Avenue) could have been subject to forfeit under the Preceeds Of Crimes Act. OK I know that it's not really accurate but it's a nice thought all the same.

I would also like to say that my dislike of the despicable and outstandingly ugly Rushdie is in no way based on jealousy. In the picture above he is accompanied by his fourth wife, the lovely, Padma Lakshmi.
It's interesting to reflect that although money obviously can buy you the love of a beautiful woman, it doesn't guarantee matrimonial longevity. Their marriage only lasted three years. Perhaps she got tired of his ugly mush on the pillow next to her or his overwhelming self obsession.