Thursday, May 17, 2012

When People Take The Piss

I don't suppose I mind so much, if those that are taking the piss can run rings round you intellectually. But what about those that aren't gifted in the grey-cell department, what happens when they start taking the piss?

I suppose there are those just bright enough to realise that taking the piss is not really their forte, best to keep it shut for fear of being exposed as a dull chisel in an otherwise box of sharp ones.

But what about that other breed, those so gor blimey fucking stupid that they haven't the brains to realise just what they sound like when they engage mouth in an attempt to convince you of their own position or argument, the Sarah Palins of this world?

But it is the recent introduction of another Palinesque figure, much nearer to home, that prompts me to say these few words. The fellow in question heads a team of three detective inspectors, five detective sergeants, nineteen detective constables and a handful of civilian helpers; he being of course, Detective Chief Inspector Andy Redwood, the Sarah Palin of Operation Grange.

Because it is only someone in the Sarah Palin mould that would have the effrontery to stand before us, particularly given all that has been revealed these five years past, and to tell us he, Detective Chief Inspector Andy Redwood and his team, are treating this review as a case of stranger abduction only. Quite staggering really, that any cop heading an enquiry, sorry review, should predetermine cause and effect in the case of a missing three year old.

And given how this 'review' came to pass, it becomes even more staggering, stunning in fact. At the behest of the last two people to see the girl alive, the two people, who to this day are the only persons of interest in her disappearance. At the behest of the Doctors McCann, via a newspaper group, whose list of crimes and misdemeanours are so great that they cannot even be listed here, but do include helping to derail a murder enquiry.

The CEO of that group, Rebecca Brooks, who herself has just been arrested for perverting the course of justice, blackmailed, there is no other word for it; blackmailed the Prime Minister of Great Britain into setting up this sham of a review.

Not only did La Brooks blackmail the PM into setting up this travesty, she dictated what the outcome must be. Because let's face it, this review could never be a bona fide review, the outcome could never be left to chance, could never be left to go where the evidence and indicators took it. Any cop worth his salt would have had a quick shuffty at the files and would have had the parents down the nick and charged even quicker. And not just the parents I add, but the whole sorry lying bunch, the Tapas 7 included.

But Andy Redwood doesn't do that, rather, he liaises with the parents. But exhibiting behaviour even more unacceptable than colluding with the parents, Redwood issues an age progression sketch of Madeleine McCann age nine! Age nine! I ask you.

Just whereabouts does that one fall in Redwood's remit? It's not up to Redwood to start issuing such obscenities, and that's exactly what it is, an obscenity, just the latest in a long line of obscenities. But the release of such a vile thing does serve a purpose, it tells us everything we need to know about this review, its purpose and its outcome, and not least it tells us just how Palinesque is Detective Chief Inspector Andy Redwood.

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Something previous, just in case you think I'm being unkind.


I'm not asking for an answer to the ''equation'' but rather to whom or to what body you might think this examination question might be asked.

'You find a purse in the street, it contains a £5 note, four 20p pieces and five two pence pieces, how much is in the purse?'

Third or fourth year junior school perhaps, or something akin?

Well I can tell you who it's not.

It's not Dubya.

And it Ain't Homer.

Nor is it two short planks.

And it's not even Sarah.

Clicky for answer.

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And what pray brought all this on? Something I didn't mention in the main body, something just too ridiculous for words, something that spawned three out of the four graphics below. Because whatever I have ended up writing, started out only as a vehicle to offer up these few graphics.

A couple from the archives, but somewhat apt dontcha think?


Anonymous said...

Hee hee! That's brilliant.

su said...

How many page views has this blog had? Why no comments? I just don't get it.

Anonymous said...

Excellent post, I have no comments to make. V

Himself said...

Thank you, you might find the post above equally as good, and I didn't even have to write a word.

Anonymous said...

If Andy Redwood achieved DCI it must prove he has "connections".

Thanks for the graphics - I love them!

Anonymous said...
9 years old, 0.9 meter

Himself said...

Bizarre. But I notice you chose the correct post for it.

Anonymous said...

dogcatdogcat wrote:

That both Mr. Halligen and the Salahi's are successful is because they are not that different from the people they are hoodwinking. In fact, let's suggest that they are just hoodwinking the hoodwinkers. The lobbyists, society "members" and public officials are taken in by the pretenders because they are about 1 degree apart from them.

I see a Broadway musical

Bobfbell wrote:

Does it strike anyone else that this story is a perfect metaphor for how DC works and how its inhabitants seem so willing and capable of notg only aiding and abetting in fraud but enablling it. This man was able to swindle millions because so many in the circles of power were part of the scheme; some more culpable but almost all doing their best to ignore the criminality and outright fraud being committed.

And, our politicians wonder why no one trusts them?

Anonymous said...