Where Are The Police – Again?
In one of the most tightly policed locations in the country a mob is allowed to shout down, assault and drive off Nick Griffin, the new BNP MEP without any police intervention? See the full story here.
I am very, very frightened by this. Much more so than by the election of a couple of idiots to a stage where they will be able to make even bigger fools of themselves.
Sir Paul Stephenson! Are you a man or a mouse, a police officer or a political servant?
You seem to act under ruling party political direction when it is unnecessary – Damian Green. You fail to act when it is crucial – banker robbers, MPs expenses, police violence and today’s blatant blind eye.
MPs Evading Justice
So are we supposed to be surprised that Gordon Brown is still clinging by his fingernails to the architrave at the door of number 10? They couldn’t organise a piss-up in a brewery, an orgy in an whorehouse or a coup in the Labour Party. Why? Because they all have nothing but their own interests at heart. Their last year in office, their pensions, their resettlement grants. These are not men. They are manipulative, morally microscopic mice.
Plod PR, the go-getting communications agency, wholly owned by the police with exclusively the police as clients summoned all its collective intelligence and wisdom to determine that last Friday, the day after the European and local elections would be a busy news day, a perfect occasion to bury their cowardly, disgraceful announcement that MPs will not be prosecuted.
In fact, the expenses scandal has now morphed into an excuse for poor performance in the elections. This is a triumph of misinformation over truth. Over the weekend, we were asked to sympathise over the “assault on MPs about their expenses”. If what has happened has constitued assault then my feeling is that it’s time for some GBH with intent.
Everything has now been re-geared to enable them all to get away with it. Perhaps even more worrying is that this marks a new development in the politicisation of the police. Increasingly the police are being used to support and enforce the whim of government, irrespective of the law or justice.
The Taxpayers’ Alliance is still chasing down MPs (see here) but what has happened to the Telegraph? Have they had a visit in the middle of the night from the police or have big, fat, brown envelopes been distributed around Telegraph Towers – or both?
Why Are We Waiting?
What are they up to? The robbery has taken place, much of it caught on CCTV. They were called weeks ago. Are they just sitting on their backsides finishing their tea? Maybe their sluggish response is due to flat feet or learning difficulties? We, the victims, are still waiting. Meanwhile the crooks are desperately trying to cover up the evidence, even returning some of what they have stolen, cooking their books, arm twisting the judges, launching PR and propaganda campaigns to distort the truth.
Where are the police? Are we back in the day when the village bobby cowtows to the local squire, tugs his forelock and turns a blind eye?
Perhaps they’re being held back by corrupt senior officers, or their lawyers are fiddling while Rome burns and they’re too scared to uphold the law?
Each and every Chief Constable in the country should by now have launched an investigation into his or her local MPs. Sir Paul Stephenson of the Met, supposedly went into a meeting with the CPS about a fortnight ago. What the hell are they up to? There’s much more urgency when a hungry single mother steals food for her children from Sainsburys. The sirens blare out quickly enough then!
This is a disgraceful state of affairs and the police are letting us down. This must be more work for the Independent Police Complaints Commission or are we left with no option but to turn to Batman and Robin? Who else will stand up for justice?
Meanwhile, Mrs Patel is up before the beak in Harrow today under The Fraud Act 2006 for telling fibs about her address to get her child into a better school. See the story here
This is the state of justice in Britain today.
Jim Knight, Jiminy Cricket.
Jim Knight told the Dorset Echo: “…at no time has he given me tax advice on my personal affairs…”.
But Jim! Jim! Jiminy Cricket, conscience of the world! Jim!
The bill that you claimed for said “…in connection with your personal tax affairs”. Jim, Jim, Jiminy Cricket, the game is up!














European Culture 77, English Chavs 2
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It must be the first football match I’ve watched in 18 months. I thought it was worth investing the time. After all, it was hyped to the level where it became an event rather than just a sports occasion. But then really, football lost all that years ago. When the various mafiosi, the agents, the primadonnas and the gross, obscene salaries took hold, football lost
everything it ever had of value.
So, hilariously, ITV’s HD coverage stepped into the rhythm, just four minutes before half time and cut, bizarrely, to shots of bleach blonde, just-retired footballers in the usual badly fitting suits, adjusting their lunchboxes and utterly tasteless ties, commentators preparing for their imminent incisive anlayses, wiping away the smears of mayonnaise and more exotic “amuse bouche” from their lips.
Perfectly appropriate, I thought!
What happened to Roy Of The Rovers and football as a role model? These spoilt, vastly over paid, perversions of sporting talent, ill mannered, conceited, ignorant individuals. They are porn stars and nothing more. They don’t even deliver. Give me a third rate club rugby player, or a rower, a cyclist, a swimmer. Why is the world infected with this football virus?
The beautiful game? In the eye of the beholder without lager, violence, chav celebrity culture, we can do much. much better than this!
Truth is, 10 minutes into the second half, I turned over to watch “The Apprentice”.
Written by Peter Reynolds
May 27, 2009 at 7:52 pm
Posted in Consumerism, Politics, sport, The Media
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