Last updated at 8:53 PM on 8th January 2011 But it is nothing like as foolish as having a Prison With No Warders. Two staff were in charge of almost 500 convicted criminals, and not just ordinary criminals, but the sort of lawbreakers that even Kenneth Clarke and his liberal Injustice Ministry are willing to lock up. As we found when they set the place on fire rather than be breathalysed, these are not nice people. The local population were entirely exposed to what anyone in this anarchic encampment of criminals chose to do Do you really think Ford is the only British jail where illegal drink and drugs are regularly being consumed against all regulations? I wonder what the staffing levels were at all this country’s other prisons on New Year’s Eve. I wonder what they are tonight. It would be funny if it did not matter. But it does matter. And the truly shocking thing about the Ford events is that they have led to no national scandal. A prison has been set on fire (and we shall have to pay for the repairs). It has been revealed to be, to all intents and purposes, unstaffed. The local population were entirely exposed to what anyone in this anarchic encampment of criminals chose to do. Nobody has resigned. The story has faded from newspapers and broadcast bulletins. The ‘Opposition’ has not taken it up with any vigour. And yet we, the people, have been treated with complete sneering contempt. Our political elite do not believe in punishment or justice. Sniggering behind their hands, they put on a sort of cardboard street theatre to fool us: police who never patrol; courts that hardly ever send anyone to prison; sentences that are never served; prisons with no guards. You would have thought, when this was exposed in flames for the fraud it is, someone would have been embarrassed, and someone in mainstream politics would have been angry on behalf of the undefended population of these islands. How sad to see the pitiful figure of John Prescott reduced to advertising cheap car insurance. Does he really need the money? What for? I had thought more highly of him. Just before I heard this sordid news, I had listened to a 1959 recording of Labour’s titanic Nye Bevan, who in the Forties and Fifties must have been young John Prescott’s hero. A sad figure: John Prescott in the TV commercial Bevan was filled with prophetic scorn for the nasty new Britain he saw growing up under Harold Macmillan’s ‘never had it so good’ society. He spoke of the ‘delusion of television’, and the way in which debt was taking hold so that ‘the moneylender has been elevated to the highest position in the land’, warning of ‘a vulgar society of which no decent person could be proud’. Well isn’t Mr Prescott’s miserable commercial a sign of just such a society? The chocolate treats have stopped. There’s a snappish, exasperated tone in His Master’s Voice, and that new poodle puppy is getting all the attention. Could it be that, before all that long, there’ll be a melancholy trip to the vet from which there will be no return? Well, of course it could. Young Master Cameron is not a sentimental man, and he’s had all the use he ever hoped to get out of the Tory Party. One of his faults (in his own terms, not mine) is that he’s just not very good at hiding such feelings. And so it will go on until the day when the car turns into the vet’s gateway, and through their rheumy old eyes they will at last see and understand the fate that’s long been planned for them. It shows that boot-faced, state-sponsored campaigns for equality do not work, and that the lowest pay gap between men and women in the world is not in Scandinavia but Swaziland. This continued from 1956 (as a reward for the party’s support of the invasion of Hungary) until 1979 and at times was as much as £100,000 a year – more like a million in today’s money. Landrigan gruesomely murdered Chester Dyer while already on the run from a 40-year sentence for murdering his supposed best friend, Greg Brown. While in prison he had nearly murdered another inmate, stabbing him 14 times.So who's in charge tonight at the Prison With No Warders?
Pitiful Prescott, a picture of vulgarity
The tired Tories, like an old labrador on its last legs
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Sunday, 9 January 2011
No such luck. Meanwhile, the wicked will have observed and remembered. And they will feel still more free to do exactly what they want to do.
For a moment, the Parliamentary Tory Party has woken from its long, complacent doze. It is like an incontinent, smelly old labrador slumbering by the fireside, which has begun to notice that its owner isn’t quite as affectionate as he used to
be.
And so Mark Pritchard and the other Tory MPs have begun to mutter, loyally of course, about what looks startlingly like an unstated pact between the ex-Tory Party and the ex-Liberal Party. They have immediately been reassured. Oh no, nothing like that
is planned. The very idea. They can all go off back to sleep in front of the fire.
I’m sorry to say this, but they deserve it – as do all those who trade principle for office.
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Silence, or silly stuff about women wanting rich husbands, has greeted a devastating pamphlet from Dr Catherine Hakim, which tears to pieces the false propaganda of the ultra-feminists who want to force us all to be equal when we’re not all the same.
Feminist Myths And Magic Medicine can be read online.
The truth about the Left-wing paradise, Sweden, is so startling that it alone makes reading the booklet worthwhile. My favourite fact is that the pay gap for men and women was higher in ferociously feminist East Germany than in the West. Read it. Harriet Harman never will. Theresa May ought to.
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I am setting this down because I have never seen it in a British newspaper (maybe I was living abroad when it was published) and it is important. The Communist Party of Great Britain was directly subsidised by the Kremlin, whose diplomats secretly handed over large leather bags full of banknotes to a CPGB functionary.
What does Comrade Dr Baron John Reid, a party member during the years of subsidy, think about this? Or Comrade Peter Mandelson, a keen member of the Young Communist League in the early Seventies?
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I cannot for the life of me see why we should be worried that a British chemist has
sold the State of Arizona the chemicals it needed to execute a murderer, Jeffrey Landrigan.
What sort of person gets into a state of outrage over the lawful execution of such a man in a free country? Outside the BBC, most people think that Arizona has a more sensible justice system than we do.
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