20 January 2010

TOUGHER QUESTIONS FOR TONY

38 Degrees

Letter from the 38 Degrees Team that I like to think all Corfucian Irregulars will ponder over and act accordingly.

Quoth the 38 Degs worthies,

"Over 8,000 of us have now joined in our campaign for tough questions for Tony Blair when he appears in front of the Iraq Inquiry next Friday Jan 29.

The Inquiry panelists are feeling our pressure to make sure it's a chance to get real answers about his decision to invade Iraq, and not just another whitewash.

The more of us involved, the stronger the message we send. Together we can make sure the people asking the questions arrive next Friday morning determined to cut through the spin and demand real answers.

  • Millions opposed the war back in 2003.
  • Millions more who trusted Blair at the time later felt betrayed.
  • This is our chance to make the man who took us to war answer for his decision.

    Help build the pressure on Blair to face tough questions by asking your friends to get involved now ?

    Forward this email and get your friends to add their voices by clicking here. It's fast, it's easy, and your click could be the one to decisively tip the Poodle's snout into the puddle.

    The Iraq Inquiry panelists have an opportunity. If they decide to really challenge Blair, it will shed light on why the UK supported such a deadly and expensive war. It should make future leaders think twice about making the same choice. But if they give him an easy ride, it will mean key questions get brushed under the carpet. The more of us that demand tough questions, the more likely we are to stop them settling for spin.

    Last June Blair tried to persuade Brown to hold the Iraq Inquiry in secret. [see Independent report of secret Enquiry].

    When Brown proposed a secret inquiry, 38 Degrees members were part of the outcry that forced Brown to change his mind. It's thanks to people like us that Blair is being forced to answer questions in public at all - now together we can push the inquiry team to toughen up their questioning.

    38 Degrees members know what tough questions for Blair look like.

    Our favourites include

  • When did you first promise George Bush you'd back an invasion?
  • When did you really realise Saddam Hussein probably didn't have WMD?
  • Did you cover up advice that the war might be illegal?
  • Why did you decide to ignore the anti-war protests by the British people?

    We'll get our demands in front of the inquiry panel just before the former PM appears. We're going to pile on the pressure in every way we can: e-mails, phone calls, the media and protests on the day. By the time the panel arrive next Friday morning, they will know exactly how many of us want them to demand real answers from Blair.

    Please ask your friends to join over 8,000 people already supporting tough questions for Blair - forward this email and ask them to get involved here:

    Thanks for getting involved,

    The 38 Degrees Team"

  • So, on yer bike and get moving.

    SIMONA BONOMO

    ~ PCSO Prick Alert ~

    Questa storia ha tutte le caratteristiche di una farsa Delroy Smellie.
    Questo blog seguirà le sorti della signora Bonomo e il siero-svassi fronte del PCSO.

    Truth to tell, I couldn't stop laughing when I heard of this latest bit of juvenile buffoonery from our so-called 'support' officers.

  • Here's a student, a foreigner, and therefore easy meat for the sarcasm of the disbelieving whey-faced PCSO loon quizzing her on camera.

    Filming for fun - sounds convincing enough to me.

    But yon Incredulous Dumpling Jowels was determined to make a proper Charlie of himself and his once-proud uniform.

  • If I was someone senior in whichever department these 'support' officers belong - they're not real Filth, are they? - I'd summon him, his supervisor and divisional head and give them a right bollocking.

    And the same should go for the uniformed darkie bird looking gormless and scratching her pectorals behind him.

  • For starters, look at the way he's standing - well - hardly standing, in fact, but that's today's uniformed for you, no backbone. More like swaying back 'n' forth like blob in the breeze.

    Stand up straight, you revolting lump of lard!

  • And is that *gum* you're chewing, you 'orrible little man? For Gawd's sake! The girl's actually filming him and he's too thick to get rid of the goo.

    I don't allow my children to chew gum in front of *me*, let alone in the sight of others.

  • If not out of good manners, then at least for vanity:

    He's got a weak enough chin as it is, plus that gormless ploughman's jaw. The last thing he should be doing is emphasising it with all that yokel drooling.

  • And get those hands out of that weskit - a thoroughly disappointing performance, letting the whole side down.

    I hope his team mates laid into him for showing the team in such a bad light.

    • They clearly couldn't think of any other way to save face, so they nick her for cycling the wrong way down a one-way street; pathetic. Who trained this oaf? Del boy Smellie?
    • Simona said sorry, the PCSO prat wandered off, no doubt seething at his own impotence, met some mates and decided to go back and sock it to her.
    • "Searched and, after an 'altercation' (doncha love the euphemisms the Filth come up with?) with one officer, was accused of being aggressive, bundled to the ground and arrested."
    • Five hours in a cell, told to sign £80 fixed penalty for a public order offence.
    • Even the builders who witnessed her arrest were disgusted.
    • "They were terribly out of order.
    • There was one officer who was spiteful to you."
    • 'Terribly out of order?'
    • 'Spiteful?'

      That doesn't sound at all  like any of the coarse navvies I  sparksed and brickied with.

    • Cue Posh and/or Gay Scaffolders

      And then cue the sort of gels any red-blooded 'builders' should  be ogling.

  • Altercation Fail: If I went back to that country of my saintèd father's birth, I'd be in an 'altercation' in 24 hours, bundled to the ground and having the boot - sorry, 'book' - thrown at me.

    Surement, I would not know how to check my temper or lip with this sort of idiot incompetence and bullying.

    As usual, there'll be no more than a token 'investigation', this insolent wanker spanker whippersnapper will strut free to chew his gum with impunity, and the bird with him will keep her hands in her poche and swear she saw nuffink.

    The oiks who took care of the rough stuff will disappear behind a stack of red tape and paperwork ... and justice will once again have its face thoroughly rubbed in the excrement.

    And I'll tell you why I'll be duffed over by the likes of Bunter here: because I will be walking with a confident stride and they hate that, do our guardians of the peace.

    And my confident stride will be because I'm so dated that I still believe my safety and well-being is safe in the trained albeit incredulous hands of the likes of tubs up there.

    Fool moi! How much of a dinosaur can a chap be?

    Loipon, it's disgraces to the uniform like this scruff here who's behaving far more ASBOne-headed than the yobs he's meant to be 'policing'.

    Call me fogey but I can't stand an employee incapable of maintaining eye-contact and slobbers around chewing gum with that cretin jaw movement. And he is  my employee as long as my taxes pay his miserable wages and keep him in the Wrigleys he's chewing there in the movie like a prick.

    And he is a prick:

  • He's a prick to allow himself to be filmed.
  • When he goes home and his mum sets the fish knives for high tea, she says "Don't just sit there like a prick, Eric. Fetch the doilies."
  • When he goes down t'pub wi' mates and tries to buy the dollies a drink, they scoff,
    "We don't take drinks off pricks".
    Then a tasty bit of gash chirps up,
    "Oh all right - make it a Prick 'n' Tonic."

    How they must laugh, and when the prick gets back to his mates, they mock him,

    "That's not how to pick up birds, you daft prick."

    PRICK ALERT

    The Buzz

  • americablog's Chris in Paris writes shrewdly
  • Niqnaq - Paul Lewis cuts to the chase and thanks Zionism for making us all into permanent terror suspects. Nice one, Paul
  • undercurrents nails the prick bang to rights:
    "The jumped-up little git of a community support officer (PCSOs)"
    Lovely to see that word 'git' again, don't hear it enuff out here.

    And my thanks for the foto of the JULG. I wasnt able to pin a still down from the video

  • David of ubiserv hammers it home, that
    "British cops still haven’t got the message about photography".
    Right on, and he keeps drilling:
    "The additional issue is that PCSOs are not even proper trained police officers in the first place, yet they increasingly seem to be under the impression that they can make the kind of judgements that senior police officers should be making."
  • allvoices
  • uk.legal

    December 17: Simona going viral

    This interests and pleases me mightily.

    The case of Titchy Tool and the Student has wind under its wings.

    But first, seeing as I'm determined to play silly buggers on the theme of dick dimensions, let's hear it for melancholy Mister Mighty Tool, Jaded Jonah Falcon, unemployed owner of the longest hard on film - 13.5 inches.

    Apparently, that's the length of an average wine bottle, which means nothing to me, but tell me Falcon measures from the first position on the Ovation up to bullseye on the 14th fret and RIGHT ON!! - now you're talkin', Blue.

    Sheeyit, that's like two above the freakin' harmonic 12th.

    Fu-u-ck ... except the poor bloke clearly doesn't.

    You 'n' me, we've been sold stories of Falcon-hung studs all barrel-chested Desperate Dans festooned in drooling chicks. Not so - check out the video of dumpy Jonah and you will meet one sad sack. Moan groan bitch whine ... he might as well be packing a weenie like mine for all the pleasure he's getting from that bazooka.

    Anyway, on with the show. Just thought I'd shove that in, so to speak.

  • Labour authoritarians
  • London insults to visitors
  • Simona stuff
  • Filming for fun? I don’t believe you.
  • Gaming and stitching: Usual good comment from Sinbad, to witen that the rot usually starts at the top
  • As for 'police state', how about this one from San Francisco?
  • Which is why SB's 'Marxist friend who has perfect credentials when it comes to fighting far right nutters, thinks they aren't half as dangerous as our present 'liberal democracy' - here and across the pond.'
  • Anti-Terrorism Blather: Well done, Paul Lewis! This Bonomogate affaire could get interesting now that it's gone viral and folks like the Guardian are looking further into it. Watch how Lewis makes a muggins of the security spokesman who gets increasingly out of his depth as he realises that PL knows what he's talking about. And the Fuzz who turn up don't seem much more confident about the public's rights. Someone had better get their facts together before they're really taken to pieces by more robust probing.

    What are your rights? ~ Interesting. Good old Lone Voice, nice to see a blog that favours language as dulcet as mine.

    British Blogs looks a good 'un.

    Bunch of Little Dicks ~ Speaking of Little Dicks, I'd thought of slipping some Italian into this post as a salute to La Bonomo and was casting around for the rudest Italian argot with which to dub PCSO Puny Prick.

    No-one seemed too sure so I asked an Italienne who would definitely know and who has long surprised me by not flinging it at me earlier, along with everything else she's hurled so accurately at my retreating buttocks.

    She gave the sweetest ravenous smile:

    "So, to answer to your question about the male thing - well there is no such word in Italian, just regular 'cazzo' or 'cazzetto' if small, very used in vulgar language, like 'putain' in French.

    But never the small one, simple doesnt exist!"

    Interesting. Is it that Italian stallions are never small, or just that they refuse to accept the idea where Italian manhood is concerned? Like Queen Victoria over lesbianism, or every Italian driver's firm belief that he is a son of Fangio?

    Vox LibDem ~ good readers, good comments.

    Twitterings

    ICON SCHMICON: While we're about it, WTF *is* an 'iconic building'? The very word is somewhat of a shibboleth for me, having seen its descent from this to being applied to those pics on the 'puter.

    In fact, if just a few of you out there absorb even a sentence or two of the εἰκών/religious work of art definition, my job will be done and I'll ride off into the sunset.

    It sent me grumpy just to hear those uniformed mastodons grunting their nonsense.

    David Benfell is included here because he has such a cool face and reminds me of a Special Forces compadre in Hong Kong with whom I'd go trekking. Taciturn, he was, walking with death in both hands, tough as hell, spouting Shakespeare and Donne as he beat the wilderness at its own game.

    Good blog, to boot, very to the point.

    Fuzz IQ not required: Carlos Miller nails it.

    Measured Assessment ~ A sober, fair-minded look at Bonomogate by the astute >Re: PHOTO that quite took the rug from under my aggro-seeking bovver boots.

    It includes in full the statement issued by the Metropolitan Police Press Bureau detailing the advice sent to all MPS officers and staff, and clearly repeating the tone of the advice contained in the Home Office circular in September.

    Gun versus Snowball ~ Pricks in Uniform. Actually, I'm not sure this gun-happy District of Columbia cop *is* in uniform, but his very embarrassed backup is. And on the same subject, calling Officer Columbia: proceed to Crawley Surrey England and lend assistance to fellow officers.

    Goodness, can u imagine what fun the Merkan fuzz woulda had?

    Back to the Columbia video, Quick question: who does the black Fuzz remind you of vis-à-vis lack of training, zero confidence and a hair trigger when it comes to abusing his position? Yes, indeed - just hope no snow comes to the streets of London, or there'll be bodies bleeding in the blizzard.

    Curious Artist Manhandled ~ rather a curious title in itself from nthWORD whose instruction to Adjust My Thinking (or is it just polite exhortation?) makes me want to ramp up to Stick-in-the-Muddier still.

    (To tell the truth, just clicking around in there, nth looks rather cool and intriguing)

    Corriere TV

    A Londra se filmate o fotografate possono arrestarvi

    Steps to Orwell

    Fickle Feckless Fuzz - well said, Jack,  and I love the bit about preferring to sit around in a “warm police station”.

    Echoes of that superb phrase about all a black brother needing being

    "tight pussy, loose shoes and a warm place to shit.”
    As someone said at the time, "sounds like what a lot of us would settle for."

    Good summarising blog on both Smelliegate and Signora Simona

    Photograph a Police Officer Today - Interesting link in my Google Alert to a wizard Facebook wheeze to Snap the Filth.

    More disconcerting is the story they're putting out that,

    "Beginning February 16th, a new law will go into effect in the United Kingdom which would make it illegal to photograph members of armed forces, a member of the intelligence services, or a police officer."

    Simon Baddeley Comment

    Goodness, the Daemon of Democracy has earned his own headline.

    Interesting bundle of observations from my favourite commentator through which I was positive I'd be slashing the blue pencil, but zilch. My only areas of usefulness were inserting the links for your speedier delectation.

    Pay particular attention to SB's observation that,

    "too many people out there keel over and give in too easily - despite squawking a lot about their rights, for which they've probably never fought an inch of ground." Right on, buddy!
    Loipon, we kick off with some cool addresses:

  • BJP ~ British Journal of Photography starts its new campaign
  • Not-A-Crime ~ cool visual campaign to which you too can contribute with your own auto-portrait
  • Darling little British Transport policier, snapped avec chien by Baddeley pal at the ticket barrier, Birmingham New Street station concourse on Christmas Eve.

    Then to the ramble about being,

    "with my PCSO daughter at the time. No-one objected. Indeed the BT Police Officer was happy to pose though working and in a sensitive place - New Street Station concourse.

    We must not assume the police are for this any more than they are all for carrying firearms. Indeed quite the contrary. Don't let that pesky old Milgram effect succeed.

    I have been challenged a couple of times and I have just smiled politely and continued, after giving my name and saying 'so arrest me' or 'please take me to your leader'. But then I was educated (brainwashed) over the first part of my life into thinking that I am one of those who make the law and decide how things should be.

    This is why when Lin was arrested, the Chief Constable of the WM ended up helping to pay for a house and a yacht in Corfu with the punitive damages, despite our first solicitor saying just 'plead guilty'.

    I do think too many people out there keel over and give in too easily - despite squawking a lot about their rights, for which they've probably never fought an inch of ground.

    Were I in Russia under Stalin or Germany under Hitler, that would have been a different.

    People in western democracies can be craven about playing their part as citizens, while whingeing like billyo about the state of the world. Yawn.

    But remember that Milgram's work was replicated quite recently with the same results as in 1963."

  • Just "Following procedure"
  • Also animatedly replicated by North Park
  • The ubiquitous Derren Brown

  • Gadzooks! None other than the HAXERIÉ site taking up the Bonomo battle-axe.
    "From the video footage it seems only disturbance were the police, and there is certainly cause for alarm since the police are wasting time and 6 officers on this.

    Shameful act of over-policing. Interesting also considering that British are dying abroad in a 'fight against terrorism' while the 'freedoms' they are 'protecting' are, simply, lost to police-state action."

    Yard Commander abuses power ~ I could link the Dizaei/Waad Al-Baghdadi story to dozens of my posts over the years, all reeking with the stench of the Old Bill acting bullseye on form. But I'll placemark it in the most recent Filth Fail sighting - except they'd probably not regard it as 'Fail' so much as business as usual.

    On that note, I defy you to look at that photo and tell me that profiling isn't the way to go. FFS! If ever there was a face of weasel ambition and twisted self-interest, Constable Ali Dizaei's features have, over the years, come to define it.

    Alas, as with 'Smackie' Smellie and bent bobbies of every hue back pocket, the Peeler Masonicry will look after their own and ensure he walks ... but one day, one day the wind will change (as it clearly did there with the Dizaei mug) and it'll be payback time, out with the knitting and on with the WD40 for those rusty tumbrils.

    The Curse of Facebook ~ always an indicative tipping point when FB enters the lists:

  • Countryman Pierfrancesco Celada
  • His FB page
  • His intriguing portfolio
  • Facebook links to this whole Snapper not a Sniper movement.

    Mass Photography Shoot-out

  • Flashpoint 2010
  • Saturday Jan 30, 12 Noon
  • Westminster Bridge, London SE
  • Oyez all London snappers!

    Mass photography shoot-out to challenge the use of Section 44 to detain and arrest photographers shooting so called 'iconic' buildings.

    Urban Orienteer - one week earlier than Flashpoint ~ 23rd Jan

    BBC - Stop and Search Powers

    Simona snapped? ~ someone thinks they spotted La Bonomo "being chased round the crowd by a PCSO intent on serving her with a Fixed Penalty Notice for something."

    At first I thought it was an agit-prop action, but the PCSO and his buddies were genuine."

    Offence of being cocky ~ since we're into puny pricks.

    A merry dance

    Hefty Protest against police stop and search behaviour.

    2,000+ photographers demo against Filth using terrorism laws to prevent photography in public places.

  • 19 January 2010

    Ricky Gervais / Golden Globes

    I was so pleased to see Gervais kick off with a boot into that idiot wanker Steve Carell who delivered such piss-poor performance as the office manager in the doomed American version of The Office.

    If ever there was a doomer that wouldn't make the journey over the Atlantic, this was it.

  • Think Goon Show being picked up by the Yanks.
  • Think Python or Alan Bennett
  • Alf Garnett - oh yeh, they did manage to fuck that one up.
  • Steptoe? Avengers?

    You get my drift

    I was in the States when the Merkan version came out and it was grim.

    I would cook myself a really good Japanese dish:

  • Sushi
  • Onigiri
  • Kare Raisu
  • Chazuke
  • Kayu
  • One of the standards, and uncork a respectable sake:
  • Kubota Junmai
  • Hakkaisan Junmai Ginjo
  • Pride of Miyagi, a flagon of Uragasumi Junmai
  • Masumi Junmai Okudenkanzukuri
  • You get my drift, the Nihonshu champs

    Then I'd get to drunken work putting the bovver boot in:

  • Take that!
  • Wet
  • Feeble
  • American roobish
  • Surpassing badness

    I can't even remember which post it was in which I mentioned the lucrative invite to slam the prog for a wider public. As i recall, I got paid but the review never actually appeared.

    I think I was too accurate in my barbs about that Carell creature and the mag had pulled some advertising. Whatever.

    The only bit I remember is mentioning that Jenna Fischer who played the American Dawn was a bit of all right.

    Oh, and wasn't the theme tune of the Brit version wonderful? I mean, talk about humiliation - the idiot American travesty couldn't even get itself a decent ditty?














  • AUDIO ILLUSIONS

    My kind of site.

  • Cunning illusions such as the Octave
  • CHRISTY BROWN

    Oyez and all that,

    Durrell School's Irish Film Season recommences Tuesday 2 February (7.30pm sharp)

  • Kick-off with the
    "Gripping drama The Field, set in County Kerry in the 1950s and featuring Richard Harris, Sean Bean, Brenda Fricker, Tom Berenger, John Hurt, in a story fuelled by the passion for land.

    This is definitely one not to be missed."

    The season will continue on subsequent Tuesdays with:

  • 9 February ~ The General – true-life story of a Dublin gangland boss who steals a king’s ransom in Old Master paintings – stars Brendan Gleeson
  • 16 February ~ My Left Foot (Daniel Day-Lewis, Brenda Fricker, Fiona Shaw) based on the true-life story of Christy Brown.
  • 23 February ~ Angela’s Ashes (directed by Alan Parker); true-life story of destitution and childhood in Limerick by the late Frank McCourt
  • 2 March ~ The Nephew – off-the-wall zany story of an Irish-American nephew returning to a remote Irish island, with startling repercussions – stars Pierce Brosnan.

    Admission: for the remaining 5 films, a special price of 30 euros is available.

    Admission to each film is 10 euros, to include a glass of wine.

    Ack - fool me. Last time I turned up I only had €100 but I handed it over for change because I was told that €50 would guarantee me the rest of the film season once it re-started in 2010. Hey ho, but it's in a good cause.

    The Brown autobiog ~ The fillum I'm interested in is the Christy Brown, which I've probably seen more than any other movie and never a penny spent on a ticket, begorrah. Til now.

    I got to know Christy quite well in the 1970s because, as Secker & Warburg's publicity manager, it was my job to plug and hug and get him reviewed and/or interviewed and get the darned books off the shelves and into the punters' pockets. Not easy.

    Obviously, I wasn't around in 1954 to flog the original masterpiece, My Left Foot, but it was my job to co-ordinate the PR for:

  • Down All The Days (1970)
  • Come Softly to My Wake (Poems, 1971)
  • Background Music: Poems(1973)
  • A Shadow on Summer (1974)
  • Of Snails And Skylarks (1978)

    For me, the other hero after Christy's mum was the unsung venerable David Farrer, Secker's editorial director and Christy's editor with whom I made many travels to see Christy and the Browns.

    'Twixt you and me, David wrestled every word of the prolific Christy into saleable life. I didn't see the original autobiography but I saw all the others and Brown was an astounding producer of words.

    Lordy, most able-bodied scribblers don't churn out what Christy did in first drafts, and here's another comparison.

    Christy would now and then get a little naughty with the drink (Guinness thru a straw) and then proceed to kick the place around.

    I recall one Irish bobby who'd turned up to do the usual quietening turning to me and confiding that Bruce Lee in his prime couldn't have wreaked such destruction on that tough old Irish furniture.

    What I didn't realise until I was putting this blog post together was that there'd been a TV sketch show, In Living Color, featuring Jim Carrey as a Kickboxing expert who could only move his left foot.

    The sketch was known as My Left Foot of Fury and it was probably greeted with a mixture of tastless mirth and shock.

    I'm sure if we'd seen it we'd have mocked its mildness and Christy himself, as he kicked the TV screen in, would have given me hell for being such a $#@! useless meedja whore that I couldn't even fix for him to play hisself. Actually, very good point: I did get Saul Bellow to play 'The Pedestrian' in 'The Blonde and the Bassplayer'.

    Wife Mary: The movie consists of flashbacks moving through his life until it ends with Brown and wife Mary Carr sharing a bottle of champagne.

    The closing caption talks of their marriage in 1972, giving the impression that they lived happily ever after.

    I got to know Mary and was always amazed at how she could understand everything he said.

    My Left Ear: The trick with talking to him was to not look at his mouth but just listen to the sounds and make a best guess at what he was impatiently trying to get across.

    The story went that Christy met Mary at some loud party when she sat down next to him on the sofa and proceeded to converse sans problem, understanding every garbled word thru the din. Nice story, not sure how true it is.

    Also about Mary, I was aware of other stories but perhaps because I was a pal or because it was known I worked for his publishers, I was rarely asked about the more controversial aspects.

    The only time it reared its head was when some toad from the more gutterly press had come over on the same flight to cover the launch and was heard asking me some inappropriate questions. I acted indignant and silent and the next thing I saw was the reptile being very efficiently bundled out the back door for a communal duffing over, ne'er to slink back in.

    Mary died in 2006 but we didn't really keep in touch once it was established that, having left Secker, I had no contacts or say in tracing extra royalties or monies due.

    Et voilà! Talk about the Shrinking World Syndrome.

  • In for a 'six'

    So this time let's kick off with a pic of a bloke - family man ‘courageous’ Munir Hussain.

    He, you remember, is the stalwart who 'fought off knife-wielding thugs after his family were threatened'.

    Naturally, the stupid fucking laws of the country decreed he be jailed for 30 months. But of course.

    Now change the law!

    And speaking of blades, now comes the case of fragrant tantalising doe-eyed [Get on with it - ED] Myleene Klass.

    In her kitchen "in the early hours of Friday when she saw two teenagers behaving suspiciously in her garden.

    The youths approached the kitchen window, before attempting to break into her garden shed, prompting Miss Klass to wave a kitchen knife to scare them away."

    Ho ho - a likely story. My reaction if I'd been PC Plod on the scene?

    "I don't believe you ... prove it ... that was an iconic kitchen window those ruffians approached."
    Faugh! The hussy! Thinks she can get away with a line like that!

    Munir Hussain gets 30 months; Ms Klass gets a warning by the Filth "that she may have acted illegally."

    What an idiotic effed up country, with its CCTV cameras and dumpling-joweled gum chewers, and poodle prime minister.

    Thank GAHD  I'm not experiencing the laughing-stock death throe shambles to which the country has been reduced.

    Police should “get their priorities straight” and concentrate on pursuing troublemakers rather than “turning on” householders who are simply protecting their properties from intruders.

    Offensive Kitchen knife: "Hertfordshire police warned her she should not have used a knife to scare off the youths because carrying an "offensive weapon", even in her own home, was illegal."

    Naffing cretins: "Klass's spokesman, Jonathan Shalit, said the former Hear'Say singer was "utterly terrified" by the intruders and "aghast" at the police warning.

    "All she did was scream loudly and wave the knife to try and frighten them off," he told the Sunday Telegraph. "She is not looking to be a vigilante, and has the utmost respect for the law, but when the police explained to her that even if you're at home alone and you have an intruder, you are not allowed to protect yourself, she was bemused."Utmost respect for the law no longer, I have no doubt. How much of an ass does the Law have to be before the citizenry twig and dismiss it as irrelevant?

    According to The Sunday Telegraph, Klass was left "bemused" when police officers told her that carrying an "offensive weapon", even in her home, was illegal.

    That is a very polite word to use for such bizarre thinking by the Filth.

    Spokesman for the Marks and Sparks model:

    "Myleene was aghast when she was told that the law did not allow her to defend herself at home. All she did was scream loudly and wave the knife to try and frighten them off."

    Get this - talk about wriggling out of it.

    A police spokeswoman said no reference was made to the knife in the incident report, adding:

    "Words of advice were given in relation to ensuring suspicious behaviour is reported immediately."
    They can't even speak bloody English ... and what about this nonsense courtesy of the Star (I dont quote that noble rag nearly enough):

    Loipon, mellifluous MarksSparks sweetie waves the blade and the yoofs, the Filth arrive arrive, warn her that carrying an “offensive weapon” was illegal – even in her own home.

    Here it comes: Herts police confirmed: “Words of advice were given to the owner of the property.”

    Some ex con, now editor of the national prisoners’ newspaper ConVerse, commented:

    “While I probably understand a little more about why people turn to burglary, the police here seem to have lost the plot.

    “It’s understandable why the majority of the public think their actions bonkers. We all have a right to protect our homes and families.”

    Klass speaks out - law an ass

    David Cameron (no less) - police should "show some common sense"

    Right to bear arms

    Teleg's Simon Heffer keeping it real:

    "Pick on the criminals, not our Myleene.

    I am indebted to several policemen, active and retired, who have emailed to complain about the idiocy of the warning issued by officers to Myleene Klass, the diminutive singer, for brandishing a breadknife on her own property towards men who were trying to steal from one of her outbuildings.

    She had her infant child in the house with her at the time. Policemen of an older generation say the failure is in the training in the law that recruits now receive, which comes from “Janet and John books”.

    Another tells me that Section 1 of the Prevention of Crime Act 1953 specifies that Miss Klass would have committed a crime only had she been in a public place.

    He describes the officers concerned in terms I cannot repeat in a family newspaper. I am keen for the public not to hate the police, for they remain our only hope against the army of criminals bred by Labour’s policies.

    But if they keep picking on harmless and vulnerable people like Miss Klass, hatred will be the least of their worries."



    18 January 2010

    Blunt Tool * Digital Age

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    Anand Giridharadas filing from Cartagena, Colombia ~

    "And then came a song that electrified the mostly Colombian crowd as few songs had.

    It was I Gotta Feeling by the Black Eyed Peas, which electrifies my generation wherever they live in the world.

    When historians of culture look back at this wave of globalization, the song’s lyrics may be of use."

    'Helping do what the monasteries did in the Dark Ages.'