From The Belfast Telegraph:

[T]here is one religion which proscribes its followers under threat of death from rejecting it, and that is Islam.

Which just happens to be the one that Lauren Booth (born a Catholic called Sarah) has opted for.

It's hard to know where to start when describing the sheer ickiness of Booth.

That she works as a paid stooge for the murderous Iranian regime's television channel has to come pretty near the top.

Her entirely inappropriate addiction to the spotlight, although she was obviously designed as one of Nature's plus-ones, is another stand-out feature.

It's pretty fair to say we would never have heard of her had her half-sister not married a man who became Prime Minister.

Yes, it seems that even the faith she was raised in isn't narrow-minded, patriarchal and oppressive enough for the sensation-hungry Booth who, having tried everything else, is so jaded that she can only get a kick from self-denial.

And a kick it is - she describes her engagement with faith |in terms that veer between |the drooling of a clammy adolescent and that of a recovering |alcoholic clinging desperately |to the wreckage of her sobriety. ("I haven't had a drink in 45 days!")

We've all done embarrassing things, but the spectacle of Booth attempting to rap in the celebrity

jungle does seem to |indicate that she is the sort of dweeb who would do anything to get in with the tough kids - whom she now perceives as being the Muslims.

Maybe like a lot of Western cowards, she thinks that if she sucks up to Islamism hard enough she will be spared its rage.

Personally, I prefer to aspire to the words of the great Spanish anti-fascist activist Dolores 'La Pasionaria' Ibarruri: "It is better to die on your feet than live on your knees."

As I pointed out in this column a while back, the website Iranian.com, a voice of the country's exiles, recently ran a photo of Miss Booth in full modesty drag, with the headline 'Has this woman gone mad?' and the comment "in donning the hijab, she is kowtowing to the very fundamentalism that holds the fate of Sakineh Mohammadi Ashtiani in its hands''.

[...]

What sort of woman freely |converts to a religion which |supports the oppression, torment and murder of thousands of Christians, homosexuals and spirited women, worldwide, every year?

The sort of woman who writes love letters to a serial killer, I reckon.

Still, might as well look on |the bright side. Go on, Lauren, treat yourself to a full-face and - most essentially - mouth-covering burka.

So Lauren, if your Iranian paymasters and puppet-masters won't spring for it, I'd be more than happy to.