Archive for March, 2008

Max Mosley caught with pants down

March 30, 2008


“We have gone from a nazi governing Formula 1, to having the son of a nazi being in charge, so maybe we shouldn’t be too surprised…” I felt compelled to write something of this nature about Max Mosley earlier this year, when the 2008 Formula 1 season had yet to kick off.

 Mr. Mosley is the President of the FIA, the Federation Internationale de l’Automobile. The FIA has its headqaurters at the Place de la Concorde in Paris, and governs all of international motorsport. During the 2007 season Mr. Mosley led a particularly determined investegation into the leaking of technical secrets of the Ferrari F1 team to the McLaren Mercedes team. Some saw it as a little bit more than the governor of a major international sport doing his job. There was a hint of a personal vendetta about the whole proceedings, towards the longtime boss of McLaren, Ron Dennis. When former F1 driver, and respected Formula 1 commentator Martin Brundle spoke out about situations that rieked of prefferential treatment of the Ferrari team, and gave credence to personal motivations behind some of the decisions of the FIA President, Mr. Mosley made moves to silence critics. Mr. Brundle faced legal threats, and people in F1 were stopped from speaking out in fear of ‘bringing the sport in to disrepute’, which is an offence in the F1 rulebook which carries heavy punishment, including being banned from the sport.  It’s a long story.

Mr. Mosley is also the son of Oswald Mosley, the leader of the British Union of Fascists in the World War Two. He actually chose Adolf Hitler as a special guest at his wedding, to give you an idea of the company he preffered. Adolf obliged by the way. Anyway, as children can’t choose their parents, and their social background, it seemed unfair to bring this up.

Over the weekend however, Mr. FIA President Max Mosley has ended up all over the pages of the British press with his S&M exploits with five prostitutes, last Friday in London. Mr. Mosley apparently engaged in sexual role play that centered around nazi prison camps, alternating between playing the victim, receiving lashings, as well as dishing out orders in German to a prositute dressed in a striped prison suit, and handing out the whipping to his ‘victim’. He concluded the session on an English note, by having a cup of tea. After finishing his tea, Mr. Mosley got dressed and strolled away.

Each to their own, everybody shluld be allowed their passtimes. I wonder if Mr. Mosley thinks he’s brought his sport into disrepute, and will fire himself.