Rod Liddle says that something has gone wrong when 15 South Lanarkshire social workers are sacked over a dodgy Gary Glitter joke while none of their counterparts in Haringey has even been reprimanded over the ‘Baby P’ case
Like me, you may well have received a text message or a spammed email recently providing you with the full names of the adults held to be responsible in the appalling case of ‘Baby P’, the small child subjected to the most dreadful physical abuse resulting in his death. The details of these phone messages are usually accompanied by a demand for ‘justice’ for ‘Baby P’, by which is meant the deafs of the vile scum what killed im. It ain’t right that these murderers should ave privacy, it’s a bleedin liberty (literally). They should be anged and after being anged stamped in the face and then stabbed in the froat with a bradawl.
Even if, like me, you shrunk from the ghastly details of the ‘Baby P’ case, you must surely marvel at such self-righteousness and the unquenchable thirst for retribution. My little daughter, now three years old, objected strenuously recently when I turned off Dora the Explorer which she was watching on the Nickelodeon channel. I told her that Dora was probably a lesbian and certainly intent on teaching her to speak Spanish, two things which she needed to know nothing of for a considerable period of time, if ever at all. And then I turned it off and put the news on instead. ‘I’m going to get some scissors and cut off your nose so that you can’t smell anything and there’ll be blood all over your face,’ she screeched. This reflexive violence and loathing struck me as being borderline psychotic, but only on the same level as the telephone text message I had received the previous day about ‘Baby P’.
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