Nice people, like the poor, are always with us. They never asked about the gulags. They applauded the trains running on time in Il Duce's New Roman Empire. They never asked what the human price of strict schedules was, or who paid it. Nice people applauded the prosperity that the rearming of Germany brought.
Nice people are pillars of the state.
I have no intention of ever being nice. On the contrary, it is my purpose to offend nice people deeply by my words and deeds. I hope that this column makes the nice people of the world profoundly uncomfortable. Let's be honest, honourable and incorruptible instead. The world will not be a nicer place for it, but it will be a better one.