The chronicles of Ruin, continued.
Call me Ishmael said....intelligence is knowing what to do when you don't know what to do.
Anonymous said... When I don't know what to do,I come here.
10 September 2009 22:59
Sunday, 14 March 2021
The Sunday Ishmael
Here's a contrast for you - Met officers just waiting to get stuck into a candle-lit vigil by women commemorating the death allegedly at the hands of a Met officer during his off duty leisure time
and Ibrox Sunday
Superintendent Mark Sutherland, Divisional Commander for Greater
Glasgow Division, said: “We are aware of proposed gatherings in both
George Square and outside Ibrox stadium on Sunday, 7 March, 2021.“In
line with current Scottish Government Coronavirus guidelines, all
gatherings are currently prohibited and we would urge members of the
public to comply with these restrictions. An
appropriate policing response is in place and officers are already
using the approach of engaging, explaining and encouraging compliance
with the restrictions. Our
response will be measured and appropriate. We understand fans want to
celebrate but they must do so safely and lawfully. We continue to ask
everyone to do the right thing to stop the spread of the virus.”
Not saying the Weegie police are heroes of calm, moderate, consensual policing, but of the thousands who gathered in confined spaces in George Square and outside the stadium, only 28 people were subsequently arrested, and, in a potentially howlingly dangerous situation, nobody died, no faces were ground into the tarmac by a heavily-tooled-up cop and no riot occurred - although , I grant you, to my eyes, any gathering of footie fans looks like a riot. Maybe the Met could receive lessons from this Mark Sutherland in appropriate policing responses. Start with Cressida. We've not forgotten Jean Charles da Silva e de Menezes, an electrician on his way to work on the 22 July 2005 killed by officers of theLondonMetropolitan Police ServiceatStockwell Underground station on Dick's orders after he was mistakenly identified to have been involved in the previous day'sfailed bombing attempts. He was killed by eleven hollow point bullets, seven of which blew his head apart. Gave rise to the saying: why did they stop shooting? Cos they ran out of bullets.
Good to know that no-one did anything wrong and that Dick rapidly rose to her present exalted position of leadership and command.
"If seven maids with seven mops swept it for half a year, do you suppose, the Walrus said, that they could get it clear? I doubt it, said the Carpenter, and shed a bitter tear."
Here's the Carpenter on another victim of Metropolitan policing. Do you remember Mark Saunders, a barrister who was shot dead by firearms officers in May 2008, following a five-hour armed standoff at his flat in Chelsea? After a two-week
inquest, the jury decided by a majority of nine to two that each of the
three potentially fatal shots to his head, heart and liver had been
MORE THIN BLUE LINE OF HEROES. 2/10/2010
POLICE UP IN ARMS.
members simply cannot be expected to put up with this, grunted
constable and right worshipful master, Dave Gob, of the Police
on BBC Newsnight, Constable Gob, holder of the Queen's Medal for
Leadswinging, said It's simply not good enough, a policeman's lot is not
a happy one, day after day my members are skiving off, fencing stolen
goods, fiddling their overtime, dealing drugs and framing people up and
this is all the thanks we get.......
Kirsty, thanks. I mean, fifty nine of my members were there, tooled-up
and psyched-up, ready willing and able to kill members of the public and
Well, what did happen?
tell you what happened, Kirsty, only seven of them even got a shot off,
and of them, only three managed to kill the guy, only three. Out of
fifty-nine. Fifty nine armed officers and only three of them got a
bullet into the offender's head, heart or liver. That's fifty-six of my
members will be scarred for life, carrying this around until their dying
day - that when the chance came to empty their magazines into the body
of some poor, drunk, fucked-up clown they were denied the opportunity
they'd trained for and will probably just have to go back to crushing
people's testicles in the back of the panda car or slapping women around
the station for, well, for being women. I mean, who needs 'em, women.
Not my members, certainly. Your documents in order, Kirsty? You sure?
heard the so-called trained negotiator, talking to Mark Saunders,
sounded like someone from an East Enders story, her boss, muttering in
her ear, obviously a graduate in management-speak bullshit, an Ian Blair
type, sorry, Sir Ian, or is it Lord Ian, just as long as we're paying
him a huge pension, that's the main thing; Sonia, I think her name was,
best thing would be to teach her to speak English, before enhancing her
negotiating skills, having her gabbling on the phone would remove the
will to live from the most contented of people.
were, apparently, fifty-nine armed officers and over a hundred weapons
on the scene in question. Fifty-nine armed officers, to deal with one
drunk, wildly blasting away with a twelve bore.
police blogs, as well as rejoicing in the fact that Saunders was a
Chelsea divorce lawyer, express the view, predictably enough, that
their hard-pressed colleagues should've shot Saunders on sight, probably
all fifty-nine of them. It's what they're for, innit, protecting the
public. Just not from them.
does appear that all of these confrontations must end with an
overwhelming, disproportionate number of police killing the subject,
patting each other on the back and lying to the coroner - although in
this latest, expensive police failure one of the firearms officers said
there was no need to fire; wouldn't want to be in his career shoes, God
bless him, surrounded by thin blue liners.
is, of course, a redneck argument that if you draw a weapon in public,
much less discharge it, you deserve anything you get but being wound up
over your wife and your drinking is probably the one thing about which
we might expect Old Bill to display a bit of understanding. Saunders
hadn't killed or seriously injured anyone; that any stupid, gobby,
tuppence-halfpenny psyched-up copper feels able to execute him with
impunity and that his colleagues support him is as much their loss as it
is the Saunderses, and ours.
police blogs are often in masturbatory fervour over the Alcohol,
Firearms and Tobacco Agents' mass murders in Waco Texas; it's what they
wanna do, kill us all, take us down, poor, crazy, excitable wankers,
take us out.
Mark Saunders officer 'planted song titles' in evidence
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• Firearms officer used song titles in inquest evidence • Marksman may have fired shot that killed Mark Saunders • Songs included Enough is Enough and Point of No Return
Armed police gather to end the standoff with Mark Saunders.
A Metropolitan police firearms officer who may have fired the shot that killed barristerMark Saundershas been removed from firearms duty after allegedly inserting song titles into his oral evidence at the dead man's inquest. The IndependentPoliceComplaints
Commission said it is investigating the unnamed officer, who gave
evidence as Alpha Zulu 8 or AZ8, after it emerged that he had been
reprimanded by his superior shortly after giving evidence on 27
inquest heard that AZ8, who was stationed on an adjoining conservatory
rooftop was one of two officers who may have fired the fatal shot.
examination of the transcript shows that evidence given by AZ8
contained a number of phrases which are also the titles of songs,
including Enough is Enough by Donna Summer, Point of No Return by
Buzzcocks, Line of Fire by Journey, Quiet Moments by Chris de Burgh,
Kicking Myself by As Tall As Lions and Fuck My Old Boots by the
close to the Metropolitan police commissioner, Sir Paul Stephenson,
said he was "furious" that anyone could show such "insensitivity and
lack of judgment" during the high-profile hearing. "We
have now been informed by the IPCC that they will manage an
investigation by the Metropolitan Police Directorate of Professional
Standards," said a spokesman.
He would not confirm which songs are thought to have been inserted into evidence. But
a transcript shows that the officer told the inquest that the shooting
was not like in films, where "it's the bad guy who pulls the trigger and
the good guy always gets there first". The situation had got "past the
point of no return", he said.
I play it back in my mind, which is not something I do all the time,
but in quiet moments I think about and I feel: 'is there any other
way?' But every time I play it back in my mind it's the same outcome –
unfortunately Mr Saunders gets shot because of his actions. I switched the light on, he turned towards me and I thought: 'Fuck my old boots, I've got a gun trained on me ... As
he brings the gun down his finger could be on the trigger. Action will
always beat reactions. We have to decide where that point is, and for me
as he was bringing it down I thought, 'No. Enough is enough.'" He
told the court: "I would be buggered if I was going to turn my back on a
guy with a shotgun. I've got people protecting me, or I'm supposed to,
but there's nothing like protecting yourself – self-preservation."
mother Rosemary said: "If it's all such a game, was it a game on 6 May?
If this man can approach the inquest with such an attitude, then it
makes you wonder about how he approaches shooting his gun to kill a
Met spokesman said the force "takes this matter extremely seriously as
we expect the highest standards of all of our staff. The officer has
been removed from operational firearms duty".
As George Floyd is to the Black Lives Matter Movement, perhaps Sarah Everard's death will spark a fire that will revolutionise the behaviours of some men to most women. "I doubt it, said the Carpenter, and shed a bitter tear." The BBC reported that some survey had found that 80% of women had been the subject of unwanted sexual assaults during their life times. I'm surprised. I'd have put it at 100%. I don't think you want me to itemise the ways in which I have been the recipient of such behaviours - suffice it to say that I grew up in Halifax, in the West Riding of Yorkshire, which seemed to be plagued by either a very great many exhibitionists, or one chap who covered a great deal of ground - maybe he had a motorbike? The frotteurs and groin-grabbers are one thing, but I learned the other day of an extreme form of needleplay, which involves sticking needles into the bottoms of passing female strangers. Ah well, boys will be boys......
Here's an old boy for you, Leader of the Free World, palsied finger on the button of global nuclear Armageddon, spiffed up all nice. (hat tip to editor mr verge).
Americans, what do you expect? As for the private wedding ceremony between the aristocrat formerly known as Prince Harry and his honey, in their back yard (which is American for a sumptuous green sward complete with flowers and stuff, and not a stretch of tarmac with dustbins and stray cats), by the Archbishop of Canterbury, no less - turns out it was the rehearsal. Woof woof.
No, not that one
Yes, that one.
mr ishmael's essay today was:
More Thin Blue Line of Heroes drafted 2/10/2010
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It's a bit sad, isn't it, that Biden clip? If politicians were real human beings, you'd feel sorry for the bastard and angry at those who are using him up so. I think it is also safe to say that our Yankee friends just broke something they didn't know they had. They are now on a path to something really horrible.
A picture is better than a thousand words and that one of the red-headed young woman having her arms pinned behind her back by two robocop bruisers will do for Cressida Dick, and not before time.
And, lo, the lady has a name, Patsy Stephenson, and she is all of 5'2". So it definitely needed two of them to cuff her and chuck in the back of their stasi-van.
"Dame Cressida Rose Dick" is an anagram of "Miss dreads cock, dearie". No word of a lie, guv.
That's an even more disturbing photo, mr mongoose, that you linked to. I hope that you are right and that Dick's retirement is brought forward. Doubtless the next one will be cracked out of the same mould, though - you know, meet the new boss, same as...
Jonathon Sumption, however, has expressed the opinion that the fault lies in the legislation, not in the particularly brutal policing that the Met is renowned for. I'll grant him that the legislation was passed on the hop without proper scrutiny, and gave massive, unprecedented powers to the lawnforcement bodies - as I used to bang on about last summer; that the police are expected to disperse, turn back, arrest or impose ridiculously large fines on anyone leaving their homes not for an essential purpose - yet the Weegie police felt able to set aside that duty in order to deal with the drunken, celebratory football crowds in a non-inflammatory manner. Whereas the Met got stuck in to a crowd comprising women. It must be because they like it.
mr verge, that is one of your more brilliant anagrams. Doubtless Dick's partner, Helen, will attest to the truth magic hidden in the name.
Dick has all the right Establishment credentials for the top cop job: her Wiki page tells us that she is the child of Marcus William Dick (1920–1971), Senior Tutor at Balliol College, Oxford,and Professor of Philosophy at the University of East Anglia, and Cecilia Rachel (1927–1995), a University of Oxford historian, daughter of Wing Commander Denis Alfred Jex Buxton, granddaughter of the banker and politician Alfred Fowell Buxton, and great-granddaughter of Thomas Jex-Blake, headmaster of Rugby School. She didn't go to the local Comprehensive, but attended Dragon School and Oxford High School, prior to going up to Balliol College, Oxford.
But really, Marcus and Cecilia, what were you thinking of? Rose? Were you hoping that she would grow into her pretty, feminine name and that it would create the right counter-balance to the aggressive masculinity of her surname? Well, that didn't work.
That's a cracker, mr v. You're on top form these days. Well done, Sir.
All coppers are bastards, eh, mrs i? I don't believe that they are all as thick as though. WTF are they up to? Even the stupidest of the stupid must have twigged that a bunch of hi-vis wearing coppers manhandling a bunch of wee women at a vigil for another such recently murdered - it is alleged - by one of their own is not a good look. Therefore they were content for this happen in pursuit of some greater or wider objective. A simple cock-up is not an answer good enough.
Cast your minds back to the murder of Mr Tomlinson. It was clear to me then from some of those kettling pictures and videos that some of those Met coppers were in fact soldiers. They were wearing military combat boots and had no police numbers on their uniforms. Wouldn't surprise me if this was not the norm now in the Met.
Thanks. Another good one emerged in the editing of Vent Stack (final proof now ordered) in which stanislav rails against the misuse by S&M enthusiasts of perfectly good carpentry equipment. Honest, not invent; Operation Spanner scrabbles out to "earnest porno pain."
Do you suppose, mr verge, that the officers in charge of naming police initiatives dubbed it Operation Spanner precisely because it encapsulated earnest into pain? We know how the Met enjoys its word play - song titles given in evidence, FFS.
Some of you may recall the law-defining judgement that stated that, no matter how consensual, certain acts of sexual fulfilment are illegal. Doesn't matter how much you want to have your penis nailed to a work bench whilst your sexual partners get at it with a Black and Decker, you may say yes, but the law says no.
Correction: ernest porno pain, not into.
Damn predictive text.
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