Requiem for daydreams
Becoming something of a habit here, to describe British police as cretinous fucktards whose pursuit of political correctness is producing an earnest fascism that threatens dreamers and misfits just as much as genuine terrorists or killers.
Aided and abetted – or perhaps incited is more accurate – by an equally dullwitted and politically warped CPS, and underpinned by a decade’s deluded legislation, we now suffer the most appalling miscarriages of justice on a daily basis. Some nut arrested for pissing on a railway platform turns out to have a tennis ball filled with paraffin – well hell, he’s a terrorist isn’t he? Successful terrorists often get ratarsed and urinate in public, while abusing railway porters. It’s part of their training. Life sentence for him. I mean, the guy modifed an air freshener to rattle against a neighbour’s wall every 60 seconds – he’s obviously part of the axis of evil. And for the past couple of weeks we’ve suffered a trial – an actual trial ffs – of two boys accused of Innapropriate Daydreams, compounded by the serious offence of Phoning while Drunk.
Who didn’t entertain the odd dream of slaughtering everyone in their school? Hell, I did. A fair few of them at least. Who hasn’t got legless and told a girl you wanted to impress that the world would one day fear your name? I *still* do that… But only in the Britain of 2009 does this constitute a crime. Only here and now would you be remanded in jail for six months for a piss-weak case like that. Accused of conspiracy to murder, for writing teenage angst poetry and possessing the Anarchists’ Cookbook!
Two ordinary teenagers, neither of whom had ever been in trouble with the law, neither of whom had any weapons or any obvious path to get any, neither of whom had ever shown any violent tendancies – and the CPS thought these were the kind of people to bang up, and put on trial at a cost of half a million quid.
Meanwhile the streets are full of scrotes committing crime all day every day, violent abusive whacked-out thugs who stroll the highways unhindered by any likelihood of spending time inside. it seems that actually committing crimes is far less of a concern to the police than fantasising about committing crimes, than dreaming of exacting some kind of mythic justice. Nope, thuggery, vandalism, theft, assault – these are trivial issues to be tackled with a caution, if that. Keeping a diary though, having bad thoughts… well, watch out!
Guess what Manchester Police, Manchester CPS? I’m thinking of stringing the lot of you up. And… yes… in the daydream, I’m quite enjoying it. Am I nicked?
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