Is great news for Tory plumber; Spanker Aitken is comeback to advise us all on treatment of thieving lying criminal bastard what put own daughter in box to tell lies.
Most devout and reverend Aitken make fortune from pimping and suck Saudi cock down on Saville Row knees. Holier than fucking thou Tory procurer divorce wife -Jowell style- in order to stay in mansion when ordinary poor bankrupt bastard would lose everythinbg to fucking baillifs and cunting building society. Is HM Opposition of all the fucking criminal talents innit? Big fucking tent of pimps, gunrunners, liars, thieves, rentboys and perjurers; cunt who put his own teenage daughter in front of whole fucking world to tell lies should shut up and fuck off; horrible creepy phony fucking christian bastard.
Just as there was nobody in the country who could have been EuroCmmissioner except disgraced cocksucker Mandelstein, so, of all the people in the world who could advise on prison reform Cameron chooses this vain, smirking, worthless, fucking hypocrite Spanker Aitken.
Must be Bullingdon Club as well as distinguished old boy of Saudi Cocksuckers Association. These Flashman types, what are they like, eh ? Cunts.
Monday, November 12, 2007
stanislav said...Most devout and reverend Aitken make fortune from pimping and suck Saudi cock down on Saville Row knees.
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Aitken:
(From Iain Dale)
He's been asked to do it by the Centre for Social Justice, which is an independent think tank, chaired by Iain Duncan Smith. It has no formal links with the Tory Party whatsoever.
5:47 PM, November 11, 2007
Aye, right, as we say in Scotland, best part of England.
Is it a first in hair splitting you have, or a double first ?
Independent think tank, chaired by Ian and Duncan Smith. Talk fucking shit you fucking anonymous moron. As for you, Dennis, your fucking hump must be growing into your fucking brains. You don't imagine, do you, that Aitken knows anything about the real hardship faced by ordinary people who land on the Go To Jail square, who lose their homes and families, come out without a pot to piss in. This is just a way back into the coridors of power and greed and pimping. Do you really think that Aitken's self-publicity about writing letters for cons (none of them, you know, can write, or tie up their shoelaces without some fucking bent, corrupt-in-the-blood toff like Aitken extending the hand of phony christian charity, miserable fucking self aggrandising fucking Godless heathen fucking bastard pimping degenerate) qualifies him to pronounce on penal reform ? Some poor bastard who's had a lifetime of kickings from the screws, thrown out time after time with a hundred quid to build a new life and family and home, maybe he might have something useful to say. And helpful.
Upper class penal reformers like The Howard League and the unlamented home office sycophants at NACRO -that horrid little NACROID cunt Cavdino was slither out of the woodwork today - have succeed in keeping the nick much as it was in the days of the Vicorian penitentiary, only without the penitence. Another cunt like Aitken poncing a position and a wholly undeserved public voice on the backs of the poor, the lost and the mentally ill who constitute a large part of the jail population will help ensure things stay much as they are. The remedy to the prison crisis is straightforward enough for anyone with the political will. Legalise drugs and cut more than half of crime at a stroke. Even the cops say this is overdue. Employ graduates in the nick -as in the probation and social services - for those who must be incarcerated and whom we really don't want to re offend on release. Properly resource the probation service after a decade of it being fucked about by populist clowns like Himmler Straw, the mouthy gabshite Blunkett and that fucking horrible little Scotch cunt Reid, the visionary who, when defence secretary, said that not a shot would be fired at our boys in Afghanistan, revolting little fucking turd. Devise meaningful and productive community sentences for lesser offences and do some of this fucking "investment" that the mad cunt Brown blethers about in mental health services, stop using the nicks as cheap hospitals for disturbed people. There. Job done. Remedy from Polish plumber. Perhaps Mr nit-picking fucking Anonymous will forward it to Ian and Duncan's Independent Think Tank,in which it will, no doubt, promptly fucking drown.
Aitken has done his time and given his breach of trust and his cynical use of his own children, a custodial sentence was quite appropriate. He shouldn't be further punished but his crimes were so fucking obnoxious, so absolutely inexcusable by hardship or illness or need or disadvantage that he has no business pronouncing or "advising" on public policy.
The rehabilitation of offenders act is, as the great Polish playwright says, honoured more in the breach than the observance, exclusions abound and it is virtually meaningless; it is nigh on impossible for a former convict to ever have a normal life again and this may be, in the scheme of things, understandable and even proper. What is not understandable or proper, however, is Lord Jeffrey Arsehole and the arsonist Lord Mike Watson of Scotland retainingseats in the legislature, or the lying, pimping, child abusing whoremaster and cunt Aitken being involved, at any level in something as important as penal reform - and in whatever else he most assuredly hopes it will lead him to, vile bastard.
3:46 AM, November 12, 2007
Dear Mrs Charlotte Corday
Thanks very much for lonely hearts advice but not know Miss Moss. Is off Gardeners Question Time like Pippa Greenwood or Anne Swithinbank?. Maybe work with great Monty Don, make compost from ripped up fifty pound notes and employ regiment of hidden gardeners work night and day so Monty can come and simper in cardigan, like proper gardener, not tv cunt in make-up, rehearse everything fifty times and if flowers and vegetables shrivel up and die from all Monty's simpering at them producer fuck off down Garden Centre in Bentley and buy more with tv license money and shove in fucking ground (fertilised with fifty pound note compost and few kilos shredded truffles) and nobody sat at home with miserable three square metre plot of manky daffodils any the fucking wiser.
Is nice work and Miss Moss should persevere. Maybe get job from Carol Klein, coughing her fucking lungs up from a hundred Park Drive a day, do gardening with scrawny, bronchitic tits hanging out from pullover not improve chance of lung cancer survival, innit, wind up in Monty Don Number One compost heap with hand-shredded fifty pound notes ativated with a few crate of Bollinger. Maybe Miss moss get own show like Lord Titmarsh and bore arse from whole nation with in-fucking-terminable boyish quips and cheeky-fucking-chappy grins aimed at mad old ladies. Fucking horrible smirking little bastard. So pleased with himself, drink own piss.
Anyway, Stanislav wish Miss Moss all the best from Scotland. And if come down her way on plumbing job, look her up and maybe give one.
Love from Stanislav.
4:19 AM, November 12, 2007