I've had little time for ranting recently but, this news article about that bastion of northern standards, Barnsley, has made me reach for the old keyboard. Whom should this story be all about? Why, none other than that bunch of black clad, shaven headed, thugs that we now have to recognise as ' The Police Service'.
I do realise that news reports, especially those of Cyclops Brown's running dogs, the BBC, rarely give the whole truth of any matter. However, let us assume that this particular story from the old Beeb is accurate.
It appears that parents in Barnsley have been criticized for drinking alcohol when dropping off and collecting their children from the Doncaster Road primary school. Now if, and I think that even in Barnsley it is a big if, people are swigging cans of treble strength lager whilst awaiting the release of their little b'stards from school then, unless they are commiting an offence, it's absolutely cock all to do with anybody, including Mervynn Hughes's valient bunch of heroes. It might be stupid, it might even be morally wrong, but, as far as I know, it isn't against the law.
Nevertheless along comes a senior plod by the name of Detective Inspector Mark Spooner to give all grown up people a piece of his, undoubtedly, limited mind.
' In my view that's clearly unacceptable. It's not acceptable in a modern society and we will put a stop to it'.
Well Mark old son, if you can read, here is my view. It is not your job to decree what is or is not acceptable in a modern or any other society, that is the job of an elected parliament, which is the ONLY power in the land allowed to make or revoke laws. If they get it wrong then the electorate can boot them out after a maximum of five years; ah, if only we could do the same to you.
So, Mark, take your, reported, merry band of Chekists, Community Support Officers, Impact Wardens, and Neighbourhood Wardens off to your next pagan festival and let the citizens of Barnsley make their own decisions about what is or is not acceptable. Furthermore, whilst you and your bunch of rabid followers are dancing naked around the stone altar, ask yourself what a Detective Inspector, is doing in charge of a Safer Neighbourhood Team.It is surely a job more fitted for a newly promoted uniformed flatfoot or, more appropriately, a semi- intelligent baboon from the nearest zoo.
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