Cameron has now taken up the spiffing idea of making it illegal to not report child abuse.
Isn’t it already? I am no lawyer but I was under the impression that if you knew about a serious crime and covered it up, you were an ‘accessory after the fact’ and could be charged as such.
In which case this is just another pointless addition to the thousands upon thousands of silly laws, most of which criminalise things that were already illegal anyway while the rest serve only to restrict freedoms.
Then there are the unintended consequences. All those who see something that they think might possibly be considered abuse – a parent saying ‘no’ to a child demanding sweets and the resultant tantrum, for example – are going to call the police. They have to. They might be arrested if they don’t.
What about all those currently reporting historic abuse? Why did they not report it at the time? Don’t they know that not reporting it is a serious offence? Off to the cells with them.
All this new law would achieve would be one hell of a mess. Just as all the other laws have done.
It would be more honest if those in charge stood up in Parliament and stated, clearly and succinctly, ‘We have no clue what we are doing’.
Trouble is, they think they do.
That is why we have ‘being fat should be treated like smoking’. I’m afraid this is a fat-free area, madam, you will have to be fat outside. There is a fat shelter out there but the law states it cannot be as wide as you.
Yet another ‘my life is perfect and yours must be controlled’ weirdo gets airtime. Once the smokers were publically villified and nobody brought up the matter of ‘hate law’ it was open season to air any pet hate as long as it ‘costs the NHS money’.
Of all the women pictured, only two are bordering on what I would call ‘obese’. The rest are just ‘cuddly’. No doubt they would look and feel better if they shed a few pounds but it’s their body and their choice. Personally I don’t like to see the entire ribcage showing and shoulder blades should not be visible without an X-ray. I prefer, as the old saying goes, ‘summat ta get a hold of’.
I do not want to see a catwalk model with no clothes on. I have seen anatomy books, there is no need for me to be able to see it in 3D. If a woman stands in front of a light and I can see her pulse and peristalsis, that is not a turn-on. I have no interest in any woman who weighs less than her photograph. Girls should have curves. They should not be made of sticks.
Well, not unless they are naturally made of sticks. Some girls are naturally thin – that’s okay, they do tend to have sufficient substance so they are not transparent. Naturally thin is never stick-thin. That’s anorexic and people die of that.
I mean it’s bad enough having spent a lifetime in the biological sciences without having to deal with it in my spare time too. Yes, I know what your internal organs look like but I have no wish to inspect them personally.
Okay, fat can go too far. Layers of leg are not attractive (not to me, but some people really like the bulges) but again it is up to the individual to do something about it if they want to. In that sense, and that sense only, it is like smoking. Some people like to be fat. Leave them alone.
The war on fat has led to children pressured to be rake-thin. Not by the NHS so much, it’s more insidious than that. The pressure now comes from their peers. And they cannot win. Schools and the NHS order children to force their parents to feed them healthy food but when they do…Gotcha. Either way, kids, you lose. Get fat and they set the dogs on you. Demand healthy food and you are on the road to anorexia. The Pharmers get you either way.
The Pharmers will sell you drugs if you do not conform to the British Standard Human and nobody does. It is not possible. So they will sell you (rather, they will fleece the NHS for) drugs nobody has ever needed before to fix problems that aren’t. All because we are governed by gullible idiots. There will be a truth serum somewhere behind this new ‘tell us about abuse whether you know of it or not’ law and it will not be a truth serum at all. It will be a drug to make you say what the Witchhunters want you to say. That it wasn’t an MP after all. It was a dead actor who sailed in a sieve and flew on a broom. From the churchy part of the BBC. Do they still have such a part? They used to.
And then there is the Champix for drinkers. Oh yes, it is, it works in exactly the same way and will have exactly the same effect. Shut down the so-called ‘reward’ part of the brain and you can take no pleasure in anything at all. There’s one for fat people too. Soon there will be one for sex ‘addicts’ and porn ‘addicts’ and shopping ‘addicts’… have to get a hard hat, it will soon be raining men (and women) from every tall building.
Well, I only have a little whisky tonight. The remains of a Lochlan. Fortunately it is supplemented with one of two Christmas wine bottles I had forgotten about. I started with twelve, can’t imagine what made me forget about the last two. Possibly the first ten. Anyway, it’s a good one.
Next week is going to be awful. The guy who does Local Gadget Shop is on holiday again. I wasn’t going to cover this time. Last time I was on 1pm-6pm at Local Shop so while covering 8-10 am was a chore, it wasn’t all that bad. Now I am on 3-9pm at Local Shop so it will be a right bastard. I wasn’t going to do it but the area manager says she will just have to cancel his holiday. He has flights booked for Monday. I bet his holiday cost a lot more than one week’s wages.
I will do it to save his holiday but this blackmail is the last straw. I will cease to be a Secret Ninja Cleaner before Christmas this year. If she so much as mentions cancelling my visit to Wales in August, she will have my notice that day. She has nothing to threaten me with. She has seen my CV. Does she really imagine I need a reference from a cleaning company?
She is trying to be manipulative. Amateur. I am tempted to bring down the entire company just for the hell of it, but probably won’t. This corner of it though, this area manager’s part, is going to see some tough times ahead.
The ‘proles are beneath us’ attitude filters down from the top. Each layer needs someone to look down on. Someone to boss around. Someone they believe to be less intelligent than they are.
Unfortunately, those at the top are idiots. The layers below them get progressively worse. Then you get to the proles at the bottom and they are much better people than the arses at the top.
It took a year and a half of living at the bottom of the pile to realise this, but there is much more common sense and hard work going on among the proles than at any level of authority.
Sure, some of them are not all that bright, but at least they are not malicious.