David Davis and 42

So the Shadow Home Secretary resigns because he believes that our judiciary should not have the power to lock someone up for UP TO 42 days. He says it’s a matter of principal etc etc etc and that we should all notice and care about this.
Well I don’t care. Not even the tiniest bit.

The security services determine that someone MIGHT be a threat and they need time to establish that. Every step is still subject to judicial review so where is the problem? They are not saying it WILL be 42 days, just that it MIGHT.

The law and the judicial process determines that someone IS a proven threat to society because they have raped, they have killed, they have abused children but the will of the political parties is such that these people are allowed back out to do it again in too short a time. These are KNOWN threats and the best predictor of future behaviour is past behaviour. Does David Davis resign because he thinks the will of the people should be listened to? Hell no. Does he care what the people want? No. Is he interested in helping make his party one that looks at issues such as sentencing, prison and making society safer? No.
Well that’s what I care about.

All this guy wanted is his moment in the spotlight, nothing more.
Mr Davis, apart from the bleeding hearts in the “But you have to let him blow people up before you can think he is maybe guilty and even then you can’t discriminate because he feels excluded from our society” in Liberty and those eager to please their political bosses I seriously doubt many people give a damn.

Ask us if we want something useful – like the death penalty.

Flowers? I'll pass

A man accused of murdering BBC television presenter Jill Dando left flowers near the place where she was shot, the Old Bailey has heard.

The evidence came as …..BBC

Note to would-be killers – skip the pretty stuff, it’ll only get you into trouble.

Sean Hamerton – imbecile

A young girl is stalked, harassed and stabbed to death. In comments on that article:

Sean Hamerton - imbecile

So.. Mr Hamerton, when I turn up where you live and I trash your car, kill your kids, rape your wife, burn your house down and finish it all off by breaking your back you cannot blame me. You’ll need to find someone else. Maybe it’s the lack of public transport where I live? Maybe I didn’t have enough blankets when I was a baby? One thing is for sure though – by your own criteria I absolutely cannot be to blame.

Sean Hamerton you are an idiot, an imbecile and I really do wish you the worst of everything.

Austria cares about who?

Describing the “abominable events” as linked to one individual case, Austria’s Chancellor Alfred Gusenbauer said he planned to launch an image campaign to restore the country’s reputation abroad. BBC

So a guy does a terrible thing, there is a lot of news and they plan to spend a stack of cash to make us think Austria is wonderful place.

a government-appointed international commission of six historians investigating his wartime service said that it found no proof that Waldheim himself committed war crimes. But it also made clear that his record was far from unblemished. The panel declared that Waldheim was in “direct proximity to criminal actions”.
The report said that Waldheim knew about German army atrocities in the Balkans and never undertook any action to prevent or oppose them. Times.

So another guy does terrible things an order of magnitude greater than the one above. He actually runs Austria. Do they tell him to stand down? No. Do they force him out? No. Do they support him in getting the position on UN chief? Yes. Do they spend a single penny making us think Austria is a cuddly place? No.

So the lesson for Austrians who are keenly aware of global PR campaigns is this: kill thousands. Oh yes, and then get elected there. It works!

Reporting to the law

A week or so ago I rang the police to report a guy behaving oddly in our street. Walking down drives and looking in windows is odd and standing staring at me when he happens to notice me looking out from upstairs didn’t help his case. Nothing actually happened, but if you want to look in my front window, go back to the road, come back and examine the front door, then look around the side of the house then look at another door then I’m the one passing on your registration number. And description.

Just after that, I’m out waling the dog and P is with me. We see a powerful beam of light sweeping across a field. It’s a field next to one I walk the dog in so I know it’s layout and buildings in it. The two people there move around and across the field. As it happens where we exit to the road to return, they have walked themselves into a dead end bounded by hedges. I know they are there, the dog certainly does and they can probably see us but no noises pass between us. We pass a parked van on the lane. I tell P I think they were lamping and describe it. When we get back I make no mention and go back to work. P tells Jacq though and Jacq rings the RSPCA. The following night we do the same route. No lights in the field but as we walk back along the lane the same van pulls up, parks and two people get out – they are about 50 yds ahead. They cross the lane, climb over a fence and enter the same field. No dogs, but I see what looks like a shouldered shotgun. Brief mention was made when we got home.
Tonight I get a call from the Police about this. As it had gone to the RSPCA for a while the details were a little fuzzy so he wanted me to sharpen them up, which I did. I mentioned the gun first and yes, the licensed keeper of the van has a shotgun license. But he’s not apparently allowed to wander around fields with a bright lantern trying to blow rabbit’s heads off. Or kill foxes or kill anything in fact. So the Police are going to drop by and have a word because doing that will cause loss of that license.

I’m turning into quite the responsible middle-aged guy.
I’ll not dwell on the fact that if the first man is ever questioned about our street then he’ll guess it’s probably me. I’ll also not wonder about the second guy thinking about who reported him. After all, I can’t be the only person with a huge Great Dane that walks around there can I?