CRUELTY TEE-VEE'S JUDGE JUDY.
AND MEDIAMINSTER'S JUDGE JANET.
She really does have a brass neck, Dame Janet.
Introducing the PBC-commissioned (ie paid for by you and I) full and far-reaching cover-up into its criminal neglect in the matter of Jimmy Savile's plague of child rape,
she cracked-on like she was Judge Jeffreys, about to hang any bastard who disagreed with her, pretended that she was, here, in this feeble PR exercise, a proper judge, sitting in a proper court, acting properly.
MediaMinster, of course, largely went along with her load of old flannel, for it, too, had been complicit in the Savile Terror, up to its poxy, beer-soaked, Murdoch-fisted arse. Time for all good men and true to go through the motions, moving forward, learning lessons, drawing lines underneath Offence.
And forgetting about it.
Firstly and most importantly I would like to express my thanks to the victims in this matter, they have been through Hell, been to a very dark place and yet shown great personal courage, but I can now tell them that everything is going to be alright, they can keep their offices and their jobs and expense accounts and pensions, especially that nice Mr Mark Thompson, who was in charge a lot of the time, but is too important to be blameworthy and apart, obviously, from a couple of dead bastards who are the only ones to blame, and that ghastly Tony Blackburn, and who gives a fuck about him, a seventy-three year old, emotional retard spinning platters for a living, in this day and age? No, quite clearly, Mr A7, although he never did anything wrong, and had no responsibility for or oversight of Savile deliberately misled my honour and so it is a matter of
mittens autem in caprum emissarium rapaces
(Doesn't quite seem to have worked, that one, Dame Jan)
Mr Mark Thompson, however, the Director General of Paedophile Operations during many of Savile's crimes
is entirely above reproach.
Much has been made of the idea that expensively salaried, highly qualified and supposedly intelligent senior employees of the PBC should have been able to smell a supercharged child-raping employee's cock as he put it in children's mouths, even from fifteen floors up in a haze of free G'n'Ts and cocaine. That idea, however, I am pleased and well-paid to announce, is entirely wrong.
I can see no fault, none whatsoever.
Not in those of high rank, anyway.
Nobody at the PBC could reasonably be expected to protect the many children and young persons whom it invited to be an unpaid audience for its dreadful shows. There is a precedent, perhaps the most important of our times, and I would refer all parties to the matter of ex amoveo culpam, cum auxilium publica myopia or blame-shifting and public myopia, in the matter of McCann, Gerry and Cilla, parents, v. McCann, Madeleine, abandoned infant, mising, presumed dead,
in which, even though the adults patently, obviously and indisputably neglected the welfare of the child - and her younger siblings - they were able to successfully argue in the court of public opinion that the child had been abducted simply because they said so, that they, as the neglecting parents, were non sub praecepto, to answer any police questions whatsoever; that it was they and not she who are the real victims and that their contributory negligence or worse should properly lead to them being honoured the world over with parenting awards and to their mortgage, travel and living costs being paid for by loony well-wishers, their legal costs being met by the state and to the Metorpolitan Police service being employed to clear their name, to the tune of ten or whatever millions of pounds
et in saecula saeculorum, amen.
And so it is, therefore, that by blaming, on a technicality, the entirely blameless Mr Tony Ancient one must inevitably acquit the truly guilty. Or as Mr BoGo might lucidly pronounce,
Cogito ergo sum vicis.
I think therefore I am a philanderer, ho-ho, ho-ho, jolly good chap really, only a bit of fun, dash it all, a chap's just being red-blooded, tormenting his her indoors. No, jolly fine bunch of chaps, whoops, and chapesses, what am I like - or quid enim sum ego, if, like me, you conduct most of your discourse in a dead language...
Dashed fine body of public servants, at the PBC, jolly well trust 'em with anything, apart from my daughters, that is, or sons. I say, do I have any children, 'sanybody know, on my staff, 'sthe sort of thing a chap's staff should know, after all
And apart from that it was all a different culture, then, in the PBC, so that's alright, even though it isn't, and wasn't; child-raping, even in the dim and distant ten years ago was illegal. But learned persons, such as myself, Dame Janet, are entitled, indeed required by Justice, herself, to enlist a different culture in the defence of persons of rank. I am not saying that child-rape was acceptable then, just that it was, and must always be. I will now take a few meaningless pretend questions which must support my conclusions, or else I will throw the questioner in jail. Even though this isn't a court and I, like yourselves, am just a paid hack.
Stand up, tell me your name. And be respectful to me. I can give you five minutes.
I can see no fault, none whatsoever.
Not in those of high rank, anyway.
Nobody at the PBC could reasonably be expected to protect the many children and young persons whom it invited to be an unpaid audience for its dreadful shows. There is a precedent, perhaps the most important of our times, and I would refer all parties to the matter of ex amoveo culpam, cum auxilium publica myopia or blame-shifting and public myopia, in the matter of McCann, Gerry and Cilla, parents, v. McCann, Madeleine, abandoned infant, mising, presumed dead,
in which, even though the adults patently, obviously and indisputably neglected the welfare of the child - and her younger siblings - they were able to successfully argue in the court of public opinion that the child had been abducted simply because they said so, that they, as the neglecting parents, were non sub praecepto, to answer any police questions whatsoever; that it was they and not she who are the real victims and that their contributory negligence or worse should properly lead to them being honoured the world over with parenting awards and to their mortgage, travel and living costs being paid for by loony well-wishers, their legal costs being met by the state and to the Metorpolitan Police service being employed to clear their name, to the tune of ten or whatever millions of pounds
et in saecula saeculorum, amen.
And so it is, therefore, that by blaming, on a technicality, the entirely blameless Mr Tony Ancient one must inevitably acquit the truly guilty. Or as Mr BoGo might lucidly pronounce,
I think therefore I am a philanderer, ho-ho, ho-ho, jolly good chap really, only a bit of fun, dash it all, a chap's just being red-blooded, tormenting his her indoors. No, jolly fine bunch of chaps, whoops, and chapesses, what am I like - or quid enim sum ego, if, like me, you conduct most of your discourse in a dead language...
Dashed fine body of public servants, at the PBC, jolly well trust 'em with anything, apart from my daughters, that is, or sons. I say, do I have any children, 'sanybody know, on my staff, 'sthe sort of thing a chap's staff should know, after all
And apart from that it was all a different culture, then, in the PBC, so that's alright, even though it isn't, and wasn't; child-raping, even in the dim and distant ten years ago was illegal. But learned persons, such as myself, Dame Janet, are entitled, indeed required by Justice, herself, to enlist a different culture in the defence of persons of rank. I am not saying that child-rape was acceptable then, just that it was, and must always be. I will now take a few meaningless pretend questions which must support my conclusions, or else I will throw the questioner in jail. Even though this isn't a court and I, like yourselves, am just a paid hack.
Stand up, tell me your name. And be respectful to me. I can give you five minutes.
Judge Judy, for all her snooty bombast and her feigned legality was such a complete arse that here at the Daily Ishmael we have commissioned our own judge to give his opinion on Dame Janet's whitewashing skills.
His Honour Sir John Deed,
also, like Dame Janet, off the telly, shares his thoughts on the continuing story of the institutionalised rape by our betters, of our weakest.
Well, first of all, she's too old, a silly old boot, over-conscious of her status and anxious not to rock the boat in which she sails to her comfortable dotage, pimping herself out, now and again, to legitimise the monstrous. At 75 and retired as a Lord of Appeal she mostly now sorts out compensation for victims of miscarriages of justice, generally not very much or ideally sweet fuck all,
the state's view being that if some cunt's been in jail, wrongly, for twenty years, it will've cost you and me a tidy sum for his keep, so he's not entitled, really, to any compensation and he should just be grateful that we couldn't find any compelling reason to keep the bastard in jail where he belongs, especially if he's innocent of any crime.
Why do I say she's past it, Dame Judy, at 76?
Well it's just that she is, she's not too old for lots of things, but she's told old to be able to outflank the suits at the PBC, even if she wanted to, which she didn't. Those cunts don't know what truth is, they just speak fluent self-protection, they all do. But in any event, in my judgement this farce was nothing to do with the PBC, except inasmuch as it is one of the many faces of the Established Church of Depravity - there's the Crown, the govament, the cops, the politicians, local and national, in all parties - that's why they lie and cheat and bully their way into office; there's the entire Judaeo-Christian-Islamic Brotherhood of Child-Raping, there's the para-religion, Charity, with Barnardos and the rest, the Scouts or whatever they call themselves; there's a lot of the social services institutions, the mental health facilities; there's the army, bullying and assaulting young recruits and turning the rest of them into muscle-bound, illustrated perverts, painted from head to foot, gobbing-off like they were US Marines in basic training, with Clint Eastwood, cadences, they call them, I believe, they all got each other's backs, and we know what that means, and then there's the sewer of showbusiness. Where would you start, cleansing this
stable?
MPs' child-raping HQ, Dolphin Square.
And there was the potential collateral damage to the NHS and its masters at the Time of Savile, people like this:
and this
I thought Savile's idea of blackmailing Broadmoor staff to stop them striking was in the finest traditions of my party.
Otherwise I'm not responsible for anything, ever.
and the saviour of the Western world's money box were both ruthlessly hoodwinked by a half-wit ex-miner turned bouncer, turned broadcaster.
The brightest, best educated and wisest in the world, were effortlessly fooled by a gaudy churl;
or were they?
she's not going to take offence.
And Saint-in-the-Shit, John-Paul 11, he, along with Pope Nazi,
was the Beast's most trusted representative on Earth.
No, no, Dame Judy's mission was just public relations. She did the same thing with the Harold Shipman Report. Dreadful shit happened, he killed hundreds of his patients in full view but no-one saw it, no-one else was to blame for the lack of supervision or basic record-keeping. But even though no-one was to blame important lessons have been learned. Going forward. Move along, nothing to see here.
It's actually quite neat to allow a make-believe enquiry into the cesspit of the PBC to serve as a form of national inquiry and atonement, albeit the usual kind of atonement, where no-one is to blame, especially, most especially, the people in charge. Doesn't do, does it, to get into the Blame Game?
No, the main purpose of this cack-handed PR job was not to protect the PBC, it was just necessary to shut-down the Savile Outrage where it was most visible, to stop it going any further, to kill it stone dead, and if she had found that senior people should have known about Savile then all Hell would've broken loose, she would have failed, because she was really involved in protecting the heir to the fucking throne
and the office of the prime minister,
then and now.
Thatcher, the sad, twisted fag-hag, and Lord Hague, her familiar, the connoisseur of pretty young men.
Not to mention a regiment of honourables and right honourables shoving their cocks down children's throats and up their arses, or engaging in child abuse, as Dane Judy sweetly calls it.
Y'see, if Judge Judy had found that people at the PBC should've been able to spot Savile, - and frankly, it beggars belief, doesn't it, that they weren't and didn't - then why didn't Brian, the Prince of Wales? How could he not see that his mate, Savile, was bejewelled, tawdry, cigar-smoking Vice?
He's had the best education that your money could buy him, Brian, he has regiments of advisers, personal detectives, a personal army, he has the Special Branch, MI5; he has servants to wipe his arse, no work to do, why couldn't he spot a technicolour, self-publicising monster, right in front of him?
Not only did he not spot him on a chance meeting, of which he has thousands, but he actually cultivated him, as a friend, not only a jester, not only a loathsome, fellow charity bandit but an emotional savant, employed - and this is dark, sick royalty at its very worst - as marriage guidance counsellor, I ask you, not to fucked-up Brian, himself, but to the poor, mad wretch whose life he was busily barbecueing, the rotten cunt.
Savile was
so close to Charles that not only did he advise on the appointment of a
senior aide, but also sacked another figure because, I was told, the
Prince didn’t have the stomach to do it himself.
A striking
indication of Savile’s reach — and the Prince’s questionable judgment —
came in 1990 when Charles asked him for advice before choosing
Major-General Sir Christopher Airy to be his private secretary. Savile
and Charles then met Airy before he was offered the post.
Around
that time, Savile took it upon himself to deliver the coup de grace to
another prominent aide who had fallen under royal disapproval. Princess
Diana insisted to me that Savile did the firing because ‘my husband
couldn’t bear to’.
Unlike
Charles, Diana was suspicious of Savile, the only man the Prince
permitted to smoke in his home. ‘She was wary because she worked out
that he was using the royals for his own publicity,’ the Princess’s
former bodyguard Ken Wharfe tells me.
He was tolerated, however.
‘He
would turn up unannounced at Kensington Palace,’ recalls Wharfe. ‘He
would bamboozle the police on the gate and just breeze in. He would tell
Diana he was on a mission “from the boss”, in other words her husband,
but he just wanted to check up on her.’
He
even arrived out of the blue during a walkabout the Princess was doing
in Leeds. ‘He wasn’t meant to be there and we didn’t want him there, but
there he was,’ says the ex-policeman. ‘He turned it into a Jimmy Savile
visit. She was right to keep him at arm’s length.’ Later, Diana herself
told me she had always found Savile ‘creepy’. She said that she had
once recoiled from him when he went to greet her with a kiss to her
hand, but had instead licked it.
Do you see where I'm going with this? Dame Judy simply had to find that Savile fooled everybody, was the supreme illusionist, that despite his insane depravity being manifest at a moment's observation, despite him being Sin on sight, the royal family were competely taken-in, too kindly was Charles, that's his greatest failing, that he only sees the best in people. None of the Oxbridge brains at the PBC had the faintest idea of what Savile was doing on their premises, why should the prince, in his palaces or the prime minister, in her country home? It is, in my judgement, absolutely outrageous that Dame Janet should try to tell such a pack of blatant lies and offer such deliberate misinterpretations of fact in a public place.
And if she tried it on before me I'd jail her for contempt.
But leaving Dame Janet aside for a moment.
What the fuck sort of King is he gonna be, when, pretending to be a trusting, kindly simpleton, he, like his half-brother, Andy the Rotten..........
Damn your impudent eyes, man, how dare you infer that the Duchess and I associate with child-rapists?
Even though I do.
And so does her Grace, the jet-set slut.
It has been reported that Prince Andrew met Epstein through Sarah Ferguson and Epstein's companion (and procurer, editor's note) Ghislaine Maxwell, the daughter of disgraced newspaper tycoon Robert Maxwell.
Epstein
went on to enjoy a close relationship with the family - including on
one occasion flying to the Bahamas to meet Fergie and Princesses
Beatrice and Eugenie.
It
later emerged that Fergie had been in negotiations with the disgraced
American financier for nine months in 2010 over plans for him to pay off
her debts.
The
deal was eventually struck in December of that year as her ex-husband
holidayed with Epstein for the first time since 2006, sources confirmed
at the time.
It was the clearest sign that Andrew had smoothed the path for his ex-wife to take Epstein's money.
The
two men were pictured strolling through Central Park together during a
four-day break at the start of December, after the Duke of York
abandoned plans to stay at the exclusive Carlyle Hotel in favour of
Epstein's Manhattan mansion.
Epstein
threw a cocktail party in his honour - attended by Woody Allen and CBS
News presenter Katie Couric – and then the first installment of £15,000
cash was paid to Johnny O'Sullivan, the duchess's former personal
assistant.
O'Sullivan and Epstein fell out so no further money was ever transferred.
At
the time, the duke's office repeatedly refused to comment on
suggestions that he brokered a deal, but the Duchess of York admitted
that Andrew 'and his office' – four staff funded by the Queen – had been
'more than marvellous' and 'sorted out my debts'
(The Duchess of York recently moved into a £13 million pounds Swiss chalet, which we, her grateful subjects have purchased for her to live in with her children and her ex-husband, Andy the Beast, and from where she is expected to run her international pimping empire.
Christ, and they thought Barnes Wallace was bad.)
.........is just far distant, living beyond Decency's borders a member of a truly outlaw family, idle degenerates and benefit scroungers.
Brian, how are we expected to annoint the rotten bastard King, when, as is the Ruritanian custom, he befriends and makes courtier, a glaringly obvious child rapist, and not just the one - Savile - but Bishop Peter Ball, too,
who, after he had been nicked, was given, by Brian, one of our properties, on one of our estates,
there to recover from his ordeal, at the hands of these spiteful children, far from the madding crowd's ignoble catcalls?
Brian, however was unable to competely protect his chum, the Beasting Bishop, for
In October 2015, Ball was sentenced to 32 months imprisonment for misconduct in public office and indecent assault after admitting the abuse of 18 young men between 1977 and 1992.[1]
It is all rather bizarre, isn't it? We are asked to believe
that the Prince, Brian and the Paedo, Savile were just, what?
just casual acquaintances, thrown together by their joint immersion in good works on behalf of those less privileged than themselves?
Well, forgive me but in all my years of saying in all my years of sitting on the bench I have never heard anything so fucking impertinent, I have never heard anything so fucking impertinent, indeed,
No, we face a huge constitutional crisis.
Who governs the nation, is it the people, through their elected representatives, as is claimed to be the case, or is it a significant minority of thieving, murderous degenerates, royal, aristocratic, ennobled - like Sir James was - and self-proclaimed right honourables, all of whom, alongside their mainstream felonies, divert themselves by raping and torturing our children to death, separately, as with Savile or jointly, as at Dolphin Square and numerous other locations?
And as mr yardarm asked in his evidence, earlier, why is it that we are seduced by tabloid headlines and mugshots
into believing that Justice has finally Been Done, when so very clearly it hasn't.
A few unfortunate miscreants may be offered-up, delivered to the stocks of public hatred
but their infinitely more culpable accomplices stand outside the court mouthing that Lessons Have Been Learned.
And we've banged-up the guilty men, that's the main thing.
It was a very different culture, back then, a year ago.
And we've banged-up the guilty men, that's the main thing.
If you say so Mein Fuhrer.
I do, I do, liebschen.
We need the Muslim vote, Big Time
It was a very different culture, back then, a year ago.
And we've banged-up the guilty men, that's the main thing.
It was a very different culture, back then, yesterday.
And we've banged-up the guilty men, that's the main thing.
I find it all very troubling.
I read, somewhere, that without access to blades or ropes or guns or poisons the determined suicide may, between his thumb and forefinger, fatally rupture his own carotid artery. If I were sentenced to thirty-five years in jail I would at the earliest opportunity test that proposition. A sentence of that length simply doesn't bear thinking about.
Yet Mr Ahmed, above, now faces that prospect. But why does he face it? Well, I suggest that the dereliction of their simplest duty by massive numbers of police officers led him to believe that he was inviolable, could not be touched, would never go to jail.
Not only do those contemptible constables owe a grave debt to Mr Ahmed's victims, they owe a similar one to Mr Ahmed himself; had they properly done their duty and nicked him as soon as he came to their attention, he might have been jailed for a less ruinous period and more importantly, many of his victims may have been spared their lengthy and probably unforgettable torments.
I further believe that elected representatives, local and national, also colluded, either deliberately or by default with the police in permitting and actively encouraging this gang's - and many others' - relentless crime sprees.
It is reported that a police car crew, upon being informed by Mr Ahmed that he was currently preoccupied with assaulting a minor, drove away, so as not to inconvenience him. It makes one want to cry with shame. Why is this copper not on remand, in custody, awaiting trial for child rape?
On a wider, national stage, the hypocrisy is staggering, breathtaking; almost the entire parliamentary Liberal Democrat Party publicly mourned the very well-known child rapist, Sir Cyril Fat,
among them, senior members were the most fulsome in their praise for the revolting criminal Smith, as though shitting in the faces of his victims. And don't tell me, as do so many in the case of Leon Brittain, that he's dead and can't defend himself, therefore he must be innocent. Dig 'em up, either of them, and I'll try their corpses on the facts, find them guilty and order their bodies quartered.
It is a high-water mark of Ruin's tide that many, Like Field Marshal Max Hastings, insist that the police apologise for investigating the vile Leon Brittain, when perhaps hundreds, every day, leave the dock or the remand prison with charges dropped or unproven, that broader scandal hitherto entirely unimportant to Max; only when some Tory grandee's memory is besmirched does the Field Marshal take up the cudgels of Righteousness, nauseating.
But to return those who are in some quarters known as the Dog-Shooters.
Mr Nick Austerity said: "Cyril Smith was a larger-than-life character and one of the most recognisable and likeable politicians of his day.
"I am deeply saddened to hear the news of his death today, and offer my sincere condolences to his family and friends. "Everybody in Rochdale knew him, not only as their MP but also as a friend. "He was a true Liberal, dedicated to his constituency, always showing great passion and determination. "Cyril was a colourful politician who kept the flame of Liberalism alive when the party was much smaller than it is today. "Rochdale and Britain have sadly lost one of their great MPs, and I think we can safely say there will never be an MP quite like Cyril Smith again."
Dr Vince Austerity said,
Well, I was actually in the Labour party when Cyril was doing whatever he was alleged to have been doing.
It was a very different culture, back then, a year ago.
And we've banged-up the guilty men, that's the main thing
Former Lib Dem leader Sir Menzies Campbell said:
"Cyril Smith was a one-off in British politics. His views were always forthright and he did not suffer fools gladly.
"His service to the Liberal cause was immense and whilst in recent years he suffered from poor health, his commitment was as robust as ever."
Lord Steel of Aikwood, a former leader of the Liberal Party from 1976 until 1988, said Sir Cyril was a "warm-hearted" colleague, adding: "He was first and foremost Mr Rochdale.
"His by-election victory picked up the Liberal Party from the disastrous 1970 election when we had only six seats and started our recovery."
Straight Simon Hughes had this to say of his friend and parliamentary mentor:
They knighted this piece of shit, I do believe.
” He was honest, straightforward and caring. His wisdom and his
kindness, high standards and principles, in politics to make sure that
people from the bottom of the social scale had the opportunities, narrow
the gap between the rich and poor, that justice and the fight for
equality”
This wretched quartet formed the highest echelon of a recently UK-governing party, a party unanimous in its defence of a serial child rapist, who had once been among them.
Not one LibDem voice spoke out against Cyril Smith, nor the MPs, local councillors and police officers who superintended Smith's years of vile, mutant behaviour, behaviour condoned, apparently, by fellow-travellers occupying the most senior offices in the land.
Smith, Savile and doubtless many others protected by a nation-wide brotherhood of Vice. And even the new broom sweeps but desultorily along the corridors of power.
Greville Janner?
Well, I think the children are much better being protected against Trident than against the beast who was my colleague for thirty years, not that I knew anything about it.
It was a very different culture, back then, three months ago.And we've banged-up the guilty men, that's the main thing.
Well, now look, lessbeclear.
I'm not saying there was widepsread child abuse in the Tory party, but even if there was, there probly wasn't.
It was a very different culture, back then, whenever it was.
And we've banged-up the guilty men, that's the main thing.
Stuart Hall.
And some other ones, too, I daresay.
And quite proply, in my view.
So there it is, Vice entrenched more firmly than ever.
Dame Janet was never going to challenge the status quo, she is the status quo. There is simply no-one on the horizon with the strength and personal stature to speak out, to name names and demand punishments.
The only people likley to be given the task of exposing Vice are already, like this old crow, his paid sergeants-at-arms. And if someone did emerge with the necessary independence from Sin, then contradictory skeletons would quickly be created and planted in their cupboards.
Dame Janet has done entirely what was expected of her - as will, I should say, the Kiwi bint, appointed by Tracey May, after the other candidates proved too unpalatable even for our grossly unwholesome tastes.
Masquerading as Invigilatory Justice, Janet Smith has, like some ancient allotment-keeper fertilising his prize leeks, hoisted her skirts, squatted-down and pissed all over Satan's bitter, poisonous crops, the better to make them grow.
And may God have mercy on her black soul.
All rise.
So there it is, Vice entrenched more firmly than ever.
Dame Janet was never going to challenge the status quo, she is the status quo. There is simply no-one on the horizon with the strength and personal stature to speak out, to name names and demand punishments.
The only people likley to be given the task of exposing Vice are already, like this old crow, his paid sergeants-at-arms. And if someone did emerge with the necessary independence from Sin, then contradictory skeletons would quickly be created and planted in their cupboards.
Dame Janet has done entirely what was expected of her - as will, I should say, the Kiwi bint, appointed by Tracey May, after the other candidates proved too unpalatable even for our grossly unwholesome tastes.
Masquerading as Invigilatory Justice, Janet Smith has, like some ancient allotment-keeper fertilising his prize leeks, hoisted her skirts, squatted-down and pissed all over Satan's bitter, poisonous crops, the better to make them grow.
And may God have mercy on her black soul.
All rise.
37 comments:
I do hope that Tony Blackburn sues; I'd love to see a good QC (if only George Carman were still alive) rip all this shit to pieces. Too much to hope for, I guess?
That DG, Tony Lord Hall, mr mike, he really is something.
Saville - a Rasputin for our times (I know I'm not the first to draw this parallel) but how similar, also, is the context in which they both operated... What's around the corner I wonder? Also, quite staggering that whenever some serious shit needs investigating, someone in their dotage is dredged up - fuck, they may as well have given the job to the 'Duchess'...
I cannot quite work out what Mr Blackburn has supposed to have done that makes him so unworthy of BBC employment. It seems he has forgotten or denies a minuted meeting. That does not seem to be too heavy a load given the bag of rocks some other bastards are carrying. Anyway, he also seems to be - surprisingly - a somewhat robust lad. Who's buying the popcorn?
It is only an imperfect parallel, mr sg, a similar, semen-ish flavour. Rasputin's offence was heterosexual in style; he was not, therefore, part of a conspiracy of Czarina-fuckers, as Savile was part of a large, noncing brotherhood; he was also, I understand, a relatively cultured person, whereas Savile was an uncouth, thuggish ruffian, mixing with the highest in the land, vice their only common cause.
As a lone operator, lacking friends in government and the palace, it was easy for Rasputin to be picked-off, once he had annoyed enough people; Savile, it seems, was protected unto death, as would be any member of the Establishment, as was Janner, as was Brittain.
Another difference is that Savile's connection to the Crown and to Number Ten would have been widely known among those charged with managing the PBC, making him not a man to be crossed; the palaces or the govament, any occupant of them might have simply made a phone call on Sir Jimmy's behalf and, Hey Presto, an idle waster would find his career running into a brick wall. Lady Smith could hardly make that observation in her report
By contrast with Savile, Rasputin was heroic, a lone commando, behind enemy lines, to Savile's snarly voice in a mighty chorus of Decadence.
I know the Romanovs were said to be as vile as their cousins in Buckingham Palace insofar as greed and idleness were concerned, I wasn't aware that they shared the same taste in perversion, although, thinking about it, they probably did.
I do not know what's around the corner, except that it will be worse; who was it said, here, that only starvation and deprivation would shift we Brits from Strictly Come Dancing to the streets?
I wonder what undertakings were given by the Kiwi bint, examining the Dolphin Square business, and why, as you say, the usual gang of corrupt oldies had no-one to fill the post.
A difference of memory, mr mongoose, certainly not a hanging matter. Although I deplore his prominence I hope he has the necessary funds and energy.
This enquiry was Nueremberg in reverse. Have fun in Spandau, Tony. Apparently poor recollection is a valid excuse for Commissioned officers only.
-richard
More to the point perhaps, what else does he remember? Maybe some of that needs now to be undermined with a few preparatory squeals of "Liar, Liar! Pants on fire!" Anyway, I am sure that you are right and that it is a smokescreen and a circus. Quite what is being screened is another matter but they are certainly throwing the old, the odd, and the dead to the wolves.
It is not that Brammall deserves decent treatment because of his prior office. It is that everyone deserves proper and proportionate policing and honourable conduct from those in a position to rip a reputation to shreds. A 6am dawn raid is not justified in the pursuit of decades old crimes. I am with the Maxwell daughter-in-law all those years ago who opened her bedroom window and yelled at the dawn noise-makers to bugger off or she'd call the police. "We are the police, madam", replied Plod. "Well, fuck off and make an appointment." Said the lady then - some such line and quite so. All coppers are bastards. We must remember this at all times and especially when the mob cries for blood, especially when you think that they might be on your side.
A former employer of my late wife was maligned by the bbc and he consulted his former schoolmate who was a retired barrister about suing, he was advised not to and told that the BBC had unlimited funds and they would bankrupt him!
Couldn’t it be postulated that Rasputin may have been a 5th columnist to tarnish the czarist corporation of Russia prior to communist appropriation.
Could Saville have had the same purpose but popped his clogs before the job was done.
Brenda and Co are just a figurehead for Globacorp limited. Perhaps she’s nearing the end of her use.
It is a maxim taken as read, here, ACAB, but the sorrow about Brammall et al is that they don't give a fuck about the vast numbers of UnderPersons treated similarly every. day of the week, babies' bedrooms being ransacked at dawn by riot-clad gorilla-plods, looking for a couple of joints.
Might it be that Blackburn, like Al Yentob, is sacked but not sacked, freelancing immediately for his old mates? Nah, he's too common.
The more notable creepy bastard at the PBC. was the oily Paul Gambucci , who trumpeted that of course he knew, darlings, but he couldn't say anything because it would have damaged his fucking career, as though failing in his duty of care was OK because he was acting in pure self interest. He was suspended for a while while plod looked at him but is back, now, in his vital role, talking smug shit.
They have unlimited funds from our taxes, mr walter, which paid for the services of Lady Jan
Blair being nicked, mr richard, is, sadly, highly unlikely, his only reckoning will come at the hands of those bereaved and tormented by his lust for riches, and I wish them well, whoever they are. Imelda, it seems, has all the self-respect of Hillary Clinton, how her paid best friends must laugh behind her back, at her husband's Chinese takeaway.
Here's something from the North, further even than you, wherein young people and adults convene and there is no spot of impurity.
Majestic denunciation of the whole horror by the way.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sycH-zf6_J0
Sorry this is the one with actual young people in it. I'm hopeless with this linky cyber business so if this takes you down some rabbit-hole, I won't be trying again and will leave it to experts like Mr SG.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DLT8i3zfCZY
Thanks for that necessary corrective Mr I - on reflection, it would appear that I may have been a little unkind to the memory of Grigori Rasputin, by drawing a comparison with a certain 'DJ' of ill repute. May the former rest in peace (or, perhaps, 'pieces', given the rather unfortunate manner of his 'disposal') and the latter suffer the torments of Hell for eternity along with his co-conspirators, whoever they maybe be.
Sorry,mr sg,I didn't mean to hector, I was just thinking out loud; our own fixtures and fittings are as much decayed as were Mother Russia's, our people more feeble.
Copied this from the comments in the Daily Mail:
"a DM letter today put it perfectly: how come the BBC knows (it says) about one meeting 45 years ago but apparently didn't know about Jimmy Savile's serial paedophilia over the course of decades?"
Taking the liberty of drawing together the targets you hit in your broadsides, Mr Ishmael.Three elements might have fused here.
The first a cocktail: cowardice and careerism from Gambacini to those coppers who drove away from that cunt assaulting a minor. Then added arrogance and stupidity from the Oxbridge gang. We have here often ridiculed politicians, courtiers, bureaucrats, military, judiciary, business, diplomacy and their snob school ties and toilet paper degrees falsely convincing them of social and intellectual superiority. Perhaps the secret knowledge that they are only polished turds amplifies their swagger. Cunning rogues like Savile and Mr Achmed could and did shimmy past the placemen and the jobsworths.
Secondly, criminal complicity. Fellow nonces and bribe takers; coppers in the Achmed case maybe. And no proof, not even guesses but I feel that Cyril Smith might be closer to the real centre of all this than Savile. Why I can`t say but it seems that the fat cunt was under the protection of Lucifer himself even as a Rochdale councillor. And how long did you say the Dunblane files were held back for, Mr Ishmael, seventy five years ?
You have illustrated the third one, Mr Ishmael. Dame Ambulance Chaser was brought in to reinforce the doctrine of papal infallibility. The Establishment can do no wrong. Like Denning said better the innocent stay in jail than trust in the police be jeopardised. No pardons for soldiers convicted of cowardice in WW1. And no tarnishing of senior office holders, even if they are dead.
For example; Jacqui Smith, a blatant thief yet no action. Leon Brittan: he might be in His Satanic Majesty`s Cabinet now but his old friends and proteges and their connections to Downing Street are still on Earth: Gummer, Lamont, Clarke, Howard, Clegg, Hague. Someone goes in to Scotland Yrad, talks a load of bullshit but with a few nuggets of truth to an audience of credulous, ambitious and thick coppers and a year down the line no one can tell truth from fiction and its too much trouble to sort it all out. Worked with Lockerbie.
And former Chief of MI6 Maurice Oldfield, with his predilection for rough trade was appointed by Thatcher as her Intelligence Coordinator for Northern Ireland. Isn`t that where Kincora Boys Home was situated ?
And MI6 were involved in Rasputin`s murder too.
Talking of quasi-judicial hearings, any news on Chilcot?
And then, mr yardarm, there's the indecent haste with which insider criminals, Archer, Aitken, the Huhnes, McShane are gjven work by the Guardian and the PBC, to help them over their difficulty and piss in our faces, Coulson's another one, Clarkson not charged with assault but a blood money deal cooked-up, like we were fucking arabs.
I agree with every word of your summary and wonder how long so many of us can be aware of all this shit and yer still be contained and suppressed. It's not just here, mrs woar's report from the Daily Mail is as succint as can be, and read by millions, I suppose the only opportunity afforded to Dissent is - rightly or wrongly - telling the EuroProject to fuck off and praying for a Trump victory, rather than a Clinton one. As mr mike said, a while back, this is the last chance.
Chilcott, fuck me, what can one say?
"a DM letter today put it perfectly: how come the BBC knows (it says) about one meeting 45 years ago but apparently didn't know about Jimmy Savile's serial paedophilia over the course of decades?"
B says that his memory is fine and he has no recollection of the interview. His lawyer says that too but that they both understand that a lady's enquiry in 2016 might prefer the document. As the man was cleared of wrong, and in this climate FFS, denying the interview falsely is just mad in itself. Do not lawyers always take notes? Of course they do. So one is going to get nailed.
To go back, perhaps the paedophilia - like or unlike the interview - never happened. It is just the other side of the circus coin. And besides, the weirdo is dead.
Strictly - and fairly - speaking, Savile died an innocent man, it is true, as did Janner, as would Tony'n'Imelda, should the Almighty swat their LearJet from the sky. As with. your suggested convenient history, it is true, also, that the endless repetition of a supposed fact , as with, say, Lee Harvey Oswald, does not make the supposed fact true, Oswald, also, died an innocent man.
Ovid wryly asserted that everything gets in the way of everything else, and that is just what we see, claim and counter claim, propaganda and conspiracy, the wilderness of mirrors; Marshal McLuhan observed that in an age of accessible electronic media minority groups can no longer be oppressed and this has proven true, from Samizdat to the current cult of tranny genital mutilation and bogus gender denial; we drown in worthless opinion. Alone, one must finally rely on the gut instinct which shephered us up the shore and into the trees, dancing Evolution's slow waltz. In my judgement, Savile was always and very clearly a very wrong 'un, his victims credible, his connections surprising.
The apparent self-damaging contradiction by Blackburn brings its own credibility, why would he deny meetings which had cleared him of wrongdoing? Either they didn't occur or he felt so relieved by their conclusion that he has mentally swept the whole affair under Memory's carpet. Fucked if I know
Savile did die innocent. Don;t think he had a much in the way of a rap sheet either.
I don’t see any meedja editor, scribe, pundit or otherwise giving any reasoned thought to the Saville doings debacle.
Did Saville really fool the whole of the corporation, royal family, NHS etc into thinking nothing was up?
Looking like a fucking weirdo is probably as good a disguise than any.
Necrophilia? FFS…is there such a thing? Or is it just a made up thing in the “Worse fukin’ thing you can think of” competition.
Where in the whole history of the whole world has there been evidence that a single fucking person has indulged in a single fucking act of that?
Speaking of competitions – Didn’t I hear recently the announcement that Saville is the most prolific pedo in history?
Is this an award that plod has dreamed up? Or do they get recognition for investigating the case.
There’s a fish smell neverendedness to this tale and it’s lesser siblings DLT and the rest.
How could Brian not know the predilections of his friend? Would Brian know anything? Has he ever associated with a real person? Can he dress himself in the morning?
Hasn’t Murdoch been at war with the BBC for years? Isn’t Murdoch and his Globacorp allies considered the real heads of state? Do they not govern?
At least, mr doug, we can be comforted by the news that a groping footballer is said to be going away for a bit, so, what with Hall, Harris, Jonathan King, Gary Glitter, and now this chap, well, who says Decency is denied a happy ending?
I don't know anything about necrophilia, but nothing would surprise me.
As Mr Shoulders suggests a fucking weirdo decked out in bling wouldn`t stand out among the Royal Family.
I think the delay with Chillcot might be down to the fact that they did what they were not supposed to do and quite accidentally stumbled across proof of what we all know, that Warcriminal was doing a bumboy Quisling deal with Dubya Retard. This has scared the shit out of them, not least the Chief Clerk in the Civil Service, some cunt called Heywood who is implicated.
This terrorises them as they know some inconvenient bastard will call out for Warcriminal and all his Quisling brood, and Heywood to be prosecuted for misconduct in public office. The delay is down to the necessary frigging in the rigging to avoid the appalling prospect of accountability.
As if we need some senile ambulance chaser to tell us what`s what. Like the old bag who ' investigated ' the PBC. I know fuck all about Bob Dylan but didn`t he say you don`t need a weatherman to tell you its raining.
Tony Hall; wasn't he a manager at the PBC for years ? Did he hear nothing re Savile ? Re what Mr Shoulders said above, about necrophilia, I, heard at third or fourth hand, friend of a friend thing, originally from a trainee doctor at Stoke Mandeville, that Savile had been caught fucking the deceased in the mortuary there but it had been kept quiet because of his charity work. I heard that in 1990 and I am just some factory working bastard in Devon.
What did those PBC cunts hear ? Knowing what in house workplace gossip is like, (particularly among the fucked up egomaniacs at the PBC) I would say a fuck of a lot more than I did or they now care to admit to. It isn`t Blackburn who should have been sacked. Hall should be suspended, no fucking pay, pending enquiry into his rotten self.
- "Lord Rose, the former head of Marks & Spencer who is leading the Britain Stronger in Europe campaign, told MPs on Wednesday that if a British exit leads to restrictions on EU migrants, then “the price of labour will, frankly, go up”."
"The price of labour"... Dear me. What a train-wreck.
The price of labour...ah yes...that thing which the CEO must be careful not to allow to influence too much the profit n' loss spreadsheets.
Never a truer word spoken. The Noble Lord seems to have let the cat out of the bag. Hopefully, the workers voting in the referendum will have taken note - I doubt it.
You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows........from Subterranean Homesick Blues, an early attempt by Bob Dylan to bareback ride on Chuck Berry's Too Much Monkey Business whilst also pleasing the beat literati with reference to Jack Kerouac, Man, made temporarily immortal in the opening scene of the documentary Don't Look Back - a proper, warty portrait of the artist as a young man - in which, filmed round the back of the Savoy Hotel, Dylan discards cue cards, each hand-written with end-of-line lyrics from the song, whilst preening enigmatically, like he does. The clip demonstrates Dylan's typical surly narcissism and captivated a young audience equally self-regardingly up its own arse; people who thought wordy trash Art. People like me.
Bob Dylan has occasionally wrought some divine musical and lyrical connections but he has also artfully managed his, on the face of it, unappealing image and the now iconic SHB clip is an early example of his less celebrated creativity.
SHB probably inspired, among other dross, not only the unspeakable, tone-deaf, pushy Prince of Hypocrisy, Sir Billy Bragg, of the Daily
Filth-O-Graph wretched Ian Dury and his awful shopping list songs, got a lot to answer for, has Chuck Berry.
Should she manage to purchase the White House and dyke it all up, Dylan will no doubt wander in, hobo-style, to entertain Hillary with songs of nigger trash being executed by white trash politicians. He's big on thaf. But not as big as she.
Sorry, mr yardar, thinking out loud again.
Chilcott, has to be something along those lines, Straw, Blair, Campbell, Scarlett all lying their souls away, all too mighty to fall.
but also the wretched Ian.....
Something of the vomitarium about Rose, I always thought, an unwholesomeness, a faux patrician orgyist, a cock-waving shopkeeper, an escapee from Open All Hours, seedy and winking, I always imagine him stalking M&S stores after closing, jerking-off over the lingerie mannequins, watching himself in the full length mirrors; a proper Tory peer, he should be in govament proper.
And there ws no need for it, Mr Ishmael. The question as asked was so rambling and incoherent that any old rubbish could have batted it away. But the pompous twat wanted to get his punchline in - that rising wages are not necessarily a good thing. Hopeless prat deserves everything he gets but it is an indicator of what it is all about. Business as usual, do not almost all of us in this togetehr, pull up the ladder after you.
Didn't Rose actually preside over Markses decline, his only contribution being to get some sleazy old bag, a Nigella-alike, to pant over pictures of chocalate and cheap plonk, not just any grannyporn, M&S grannyporn. He should join-up with Tory peer slapper, Karren Brady, dirty old lady, and start a pay per view channel, Wank the Aged, worthless piece of braying Tory shit, he's like something from the eighteenth fucking century, slave wages, eh, why don't we have an opposition, damniing this cunt from here to Christmas?
Because having exhausted the empty novelty of New Labour, there is nothing left but the mad old Stalinists from 1973. And without Scotland they are fucked for sure.
Tactically they could have opposed the EU Stay campaign - all of Labour united in anti-Toryism plus half of the Tories in anti-EUism plus UKIP's millions of votes - get a Leave vote, bring Cameron down, and then "win" a newer, sparklier deal from Juncker and then even stay in the blasted EU if they want.
It would have all been the same bollocks but it would have been victorious bollocks with the corpse of a PM attached to it. University Challenge question 2050: the only politician ever to defeat Cameron was? But no. Let's not bother. Hopeless.
Ashes to ashes, mr mongoose, amen.
Indeed Mr Yardarm, I heard stories at work about Saville around the same time, being in Devon also, maybe the story shared the same source. Mind you, I heard about Rolf Harris in the mid eighties, one of my brothers aquaintances had, apparently, burgled his house and discovered his picture collection tucked away in his safe. I remember being incredulous, young and naive as I was at the time.
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