BUFFOON FOUND OUT
CLEARLY, AS I SAY.
I HAVEN'T A FUCKING CLUE.
Burbling on skymadeupnewsandfilth, today, Chief Constable Sir Peter Filth, as he announced himself, said, well it's hard to say what he said because every other word was Clearly and half of the words which weren't Clearly were As I say. He said too much of nothing, the sort of meaningless pap which bureaucrats like him practice in front of the mirror, just in case he's ever forced to leave the golf course or the lodge and say something on the TeeVee.
From his performance It was safe to deduce that Sir Pete was one of those unpardonably stupid people who mysteriously fetch up as Chief Constables, Admirals of the Fleet, Governors of the Bank of England and Deputy Prime Ministers. People like Sir Pete simply cannot be in charge of even the petty cash, or the works do, and yet they are; the turd floats to the top of the cream, just look at Sir Pete's predecessors, the lunatic James Anderton,
QUEER-BASHING CHIEF CONSTABLE OF GREATER MANCHESTER.
congratulating God for sending an arse plague on queers, the other one, recently, I forget his name, lover-boy, who was fucking so many of his junior officers that he went and topped himself up some mountain. Just look at the Met's recent senior appointees; not the brightest or most honest of men, are they?
No wonder, it seems to me, watching this gibbering baboon, that his officers, at an overtime cost of a hundred and fifty grand a day, not only can't find a jumped-up, half-blind petty criminal - when half the population of Manchester, it seems, knows where he is - but are sent bollock naked into the area where he is known to have connections. And get killed. Dearie me, a policeman's lot is not a happy one.
But hang on a minute, the filthsters have gone mad with this one, like they always do, forgetting, conveniently, that far more - by at least a hundredfold - innocent citizens have been shot dead by police officers than have bobbies and bobbyesses by Joe Public; you never see Sir Pete agonising about that shit, you never see Police Federation mouth, Inspector Gob, sobbing his socks off when one of his members kicks a sick man to death, fuck no, he can't say anything which would prejudice the full and far-reaching cover-up, launched by one bunch of coppers into another, ho-ho-ho and Evenin' all. And when diabetics, disabled people, black people and tipsy wimmen are slapped around the cells, often killed by constable or sergeant Pig, members, let us not forget, as Sir Keith Oily-Vaz reminded us,
YOU DO KNOW THAT I'M THE MOST
IMPORTANT ASIAN IN THE COUNTRY,
of the best police service in the world, why, is it my members' fault if the CPS says there is no possibility of a conviction, ho-ho-ho and Evenin' all ?
That is not to say that the deaths of these poor, misled women are to be dismissed, part of some double entry book-keeping system which sees police vs public shootings as some tit-fer-tat trade-off, far from it, that's the sort of thing the police do, are doing, in fact, it's not front-and-centre, in their mewlings and pukings, that these two killings offset the Hillsborough arseholery of the police, that they counterbalance the official letting-off of that slimeball who killed Mr Tomlinson, not front and centre, but it's there; used to verballing suspects, making-up evidence, altering statements, they just cannot help themselves.
If he had any decency Sir Peter Filth would have resigned at lunchtime. But then, if he had any decency, he wouldn't be there in the first place. I mean, just look at him.