Tough on Crime (iv)

More lunacy (of the target driven policing sort) here. Police officers do what they are told and rightly so, it is after all what we pay them to do, but someone, somewhere made a wholly frivolous complaint and someone of some authority decided that it merited action. No offence was committed, no laws broken, nor any harm done but a police officer was presumably ordered to visit a mother who appears to take her responsibilities seriously and to lecture her on what some overpaid and obviously underworked clown considers the 'error' of her ways.

This sort of nonsense infects the culture of our institutions at all levels and it will take determined action to remove those responsible and eradicate it.

Tough on Crime (iii)

As a boy Gruff was taught, for a while, by an obnoxious old man who had taught the father of a school chum before the war. This man was still a spiteful old bully (fond of bringing the sharp edge of a wooden ruler down on one's knuckles, often for no real reason) but in more authoritarian times had been famous for thrashing every boy every morning as a warning of what they would receive should they dare to break any of his numerous petty rules. Such a sentiment can be the only explanation for this barely credible story of a non smoker who has been fined for throwing a cigarette from the window of his car, in which no one, not even his wife, is allowed to smoke.

Once upon a time, of course, we could safely assume that a simple mistake had been made and the matter would soon be satisfactorily resolved by whomever was in charge of the official concerned but the comments of 'a council spokesman' perhaps suggest otherwise:

A council spokesman said ... "The senior enforcement officer is very clear that an offence was committed, but the details of the circumstances that she witnessed are very different to what has been reported, so there is obviously further investigative work to be undertaken."

'Different to (sic)'? How different? Regardless, council tax payers in Leeds may wish to ask their council how much the investigation of this abominable crime is going to cost them.

I can almost hear that obnoxious old man unctuously intoning, with a malign smile on his face, 'you may not have done anything wrong but let that be a warning to you'.

A Shambolic Farce.

The ridiculous farce surrounding the slaughter of an infected bull in South Wales demonstrates that irrationality and intransigence are as much characteristic of 'enlightened' beings of a higher caste as they are of the 'ignorant'. Read this and laugh, and note, yet again, that those who vigorously assert the right to respect for their own values, morality and opinions (recte superstitions) see nothing at all incongruous in showing complete disregard and profound disrespect for the values, morality, opinions and, more importantly, the health and safety of others. Respect for the 'sanctity' of Shambo's life might be commendable were it not for the threat Shambo's continued existence poses to so many others.

Religious zealotry is just another form of bigotry, and is no more respectable than any other.

TWAT

Truth in our septic and decomposing isle long ago surpassed fiction in its strangeness and few can be surprised by the official insanity that is daily exposed in the media. Something Fishy has posted this link to yet another barely credible but sadly no longer surprising 'policing in Braun's multicultural Br*tain' report. Paradoxically, while the police are given ever greater powers to annoy the average law abiding citizen, ostensibly in the fight against foreign terrorists, they apparently have no power to prevent those same foreign terrorists from working as police officers.

Thirty years ago such stories were the the ramblings of lunatics, the nightmares of blimps and the stock in trade of nightclub comedians. Now, like The Archers, they are just tales of everyday folk.

Got Any Change, Mate?

This morning the postman, who, in his short sleeved shirt, rumpled shorts and sandals, can only be identified as a postman because his 'uniform' is in two shades of blue that no one would willingly wear, with red trim, and he carries a red and fluorescent yellow sack on his shoulder that still (though only just?) has 'Royal Mail' printed on it, left two items., one of which was a leaflet advertising the introduction of a five pound coin.

Gruff has always thought of post gold standard coins as representing 'small denominations' of cash and it is a sign of just how little money is worth in Braun's New Britain that the penny, once the standard coin in England, is now of no use other than as change for £4.99. The Monster Raving Loony Party once proposed the introduction of a 99p coin and the idea has considerable merit; the introduction of £4, £9 and £19.99 coins would at least save banks the expense of handling so much useless metal and beggars the irritation of pretending gratitude for button sized pieces of scrap.

Welcome to Slough

Nanny Gruff used often to opine that 'the road to hell is paved with good intentions', and an 'open door' immigration policy in a country rotten with the culturally destructive doctrine of multiculturalism (which has allowed the development of situations like this, reported at Migration Watch UK) suggests that she was correct.

The idea that foreigners should enjoy the same rights as citizens, in any country, is merely one of a number of whacky ideas currently paving the road to hell for the people of England but until our welfare and rights laws are redefined to recognise the distinction between universal human rights and citizens' rights the madness will continue.