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[ Previous Radical’s Diary ] Eton (England). DEBORAH LIPSTADT, the acclaimed historian, has taken her dog-and-pony show to Australia, thirteen years after her trial for defamation. She should get a life. Oh, this is her life, being paid to wail, whine, and waffle. Her successful UK High Court defence cost her friends thirteen million dollars – not her money of course.

She has published a biography of Adolf Eichmann , a notable achievement for a woman who reads no German and speaks only American (with a painful Joizy or Jerry-Lewis accent), Hebrew, and Yiddish. Dragon-slayer, libeller: More from Deborah Lipstadt on her heroic single-handed Battle to Beat the Denier , David Irving: uh, at her trial she refused to go into the witness box.

Amazing what money alone can do [see Our Lipstadt dossier ] When HBO began making a TV movie on the Lipstadt Trial, Anthony Hopkins was selected to play me. We asked: But who can play Lipstadt now that Rock Hudson is dead?

An Australian Lynn Henty reports on Lipstadt’s appearance on Australian radio programme Late Night Live : She portrays herself as the underdog in your court case with a pro bono lawyer, says you deliberately falsify research info when questioning the Six Million, says Irving is like shit on your boot, not so bad if its not spread around; she was interviewed by self-righteous old communist Phillip Adams on ABC radio I thank her: “These professional Jews seem to be obsessed with excrement.

I think they should seek psychiatric help, that’s always a red flag to those skilled in such things.” As for Phillip Adams, he always had his knife out for me — relatively safely, as he is twelve thousand miles away and knows I am banned from Australia. Adams joined the Communist Party at age 16 – in 1956, the year of the Hungarian Uprising! – but left at 19.

We shouldn’t hold that against him, perhaps just pencil it in as “a fact of interest.” ” RICHARD Burton” again phones, twice within one minute (I do not pick up in time, and again Caller ID shows: “No number”) to ask in a belligerent tone when a Radical’s Diary will be posted. The voice is distinctly common, North London. I remain hostile. “Mr Burton, or whatever your name is, Why have you withheld your number?” “I haven’t.”

I tell him that Caller ID shows that he did, and I am cautious with such callers. Same common voice, with no friendly undertones despite professing to be “thinking of” making a donation. Etc. He ends with “Okay.” — I suspect he is trying to locate my cell phone, for whatever no doubt unpleasant reason. Into Eton to charge Robert H’s card.

The charge duly clears, and I send him this message: We would prefer that you reorganise your return flight [from Poland] to depart on the 10th., as per our previous mailings. If you need to