The only explanation for this column I can fathom is this one: Simon Jenkins placed a bet, probably a large one, that there is simply nothing — literally nothing — he can write so insane that The Guardian won’t publish it.
Mr. Jenkins, chapeau.
If Charles Manson has found love, surely that’s a good thing?
… “Love behind bars” may need to be treated with scepticism. But its restorative capacity should not be dismissed. Emotional comfort applies to all ages and conditions.
I wonder how much he won?