Quod erat demonstrandum…
Quod erat demonstrandum…
When Theresa stood on the steps of Downing Street and made her victory speech, she didn’t exactly quote Francis is Assisi.
However, she did say that things were going to change. Of course they have, but not quite the way she seemed to suggest.
She was going to champion the little (wo)man, the working classes who had been so badly done by the Eton/Oxford government that her predecessor had led. She was going to sort out ‘Burning Injustice’.
Well, she had a chance to demonstrate how she could do that. It can be summed up in one word. Orgreave.
At Orgreave, during the miners’ strike of the early 1980s, striking miners were beaten by the police and then falsely accused of rioting… crimes that carried serious sentences. And the police got away with it with government support.
Does that ring any bells?
Were there not football fans at Hillsborough who suffered death at the hands of an incompetent policeman out of his depth, incapable of making the correct decision…and were these fans not then blamed for the catastrophe which ensued, accused of urinating on and stealing from dead bodies to make the fans seem at fault? Were they not made to look like inhuman monsters? And was the government not complicit in that?
Yes, they were. And, which force was responsible for this?
The very same one. South Yorkshire Police.
So, given all these facts and the prime minister’s vow, and the fact that she had shown an inclination to have an inquiry into Orgreave when she, herself, was home secretary, it came to me as something of a surprise to find out that the new home secretary, one Amber Rudd, thinks that it’s unnecessary.
Nah, why bother? No one died, could sum up Rudd’s written response. Somehow now, unless people die, it seems that police can get away with anything.
If there had been an inquiry at the time, perhaps the South Yorkshire Police might have sharpened up its procedures a bit and maybe, just maybe, Hillsborough wouldn’t have happened five years later.
Ms Rudd is of the opinion that there was no miscarriage of justice. Let that be a warning to people in England. The police can beat you and accuse you of rioting, but that is NOT a miscarriage of justice.
And there was me thinking that an inquiry would have investigated whether indeed there was a miscarriage of justice, and if there was, named and shamed the people responsible for it.
So Mrs May has fallen at the first hurdle. She gives not a damn about these men, their families, or what they went through.
Seriously folks, could we really expect anything else from the Pound Shop Thatcher?
I refer, of course, to these usual suspects. The tip of the iceberg.
These headlines are the tip of the iceberg.
3. I’m Puan, the grumpy old Orang. You can read about me here.
10. Yep, it’s me again, being grumpy. I’m allowed at my age.
11. Doune Castle.
13. Would you look at that sky?
15. Scottish wildcat. There are so few of them left in the wilds.
17. Isn’t Scotland bonnie…if a tad grey?
Munguin is grateful to Mr Paton for sending us the pictures and the story about the elderly Orang, Puan.
The following list of MPs voted against a Labour motion calling for a ban on the selling or arms to the despotic and barbaric Kingdom of Saudi Arabia; a country where the king is a friend of the Windsors.
Apparently, the foreign secretary said that if the UK didn’t sell arms to them then someone else would, which, although it is undoubtedly true, just about sums up his attitude to morality.
How much better for these kids to be killed and maimed by Great British bombs than by some inferior foreign muck.
According to the Daily Mail, David Davis has been warned that every other EU government is spying on him in an attempt to discover his strategy for Brexit.
He has been told he should expect the 27 other EU countries to be trying to listen in on his private conversations and intercept his phone calls.
So, when we read this Munguin and I fell about laughing. That should be interesting, we thought. The Minister for exiting Europe, who has no actual strategy for exiting Europe.
I hope the other 27 countries have a shed load of time on their hands. Just imagine the boredom:
D Davis: Hello, Rt Hon David Davis here, Cabinet Secretary for Brexit.
Recipient: Yes, how can we help you?
DD: Can you send round a Sweet and Sour Chicken with Boiled Rice, and 5 Spring Rolls?
DD: Hello, Secretary of State here.
Private Secretary: Yes?
DD: I’m bored witless. Do you fancy popping round to the club for lunch?
DD: Can you come in for a moment, Private Secretary. I need your opinion on something important.
PS: Certainly Sir. With you directly. (followed by knock on door).
DD: Do you think the Rembrandt looks better on that wall or that wall?
DD: Hello Liam, David here. Are you busy?
L Fox: Yes.
DD: Doing what, for heaven’s sake? You can’t start with the trade deals till 2019.
LF: I know. It’s a blast, getting paid a Cabinet salary and having nothing much to do. At the moment I’m working on the decor for my stateroom on the royal yacht. This afternoon we’re having a Tiddlywinks competition in the Ministry of Silly Talks.
DD: Hello David Davis, how can I help you?
N Sturgeon: First Minister of Scotland here. I was wondering how the Brexit plans were coming along with regard to Scotland’s continued access to the market.
DD: *Pardon Madame: You have a mauvais number there. Nous sommes “Le Petit Renard Fou” French restaurant. Voulez-vous book une table?
*with appoliogies to Miles Kington!
Any other suggestions?