SOME BRIEF REPORTAGE FROM THE FRONT-LINE.
Readying The Speech;
Preparing for the Raid;
Laughing at the Jersey Media.
Before I get going – I should inform loyal readers that the States assembly finishes tomorrow (Tuesday) for the Christmas break – and we all know what that means – don’t we!
Yes – it’s infamous speech time again.
Another occasion upon which I will incur the wrath of my “esteemed” colleagues, cause the Bailiff to halt proceedings and cut my microphone, reduce the assembly to a boiling tumult of bellowing fury and chaos, have other members come up to my desk and scream abuse in my face until I’m on the cusp of actually punching them, cause democracy to break-down, threaten the very foundations of civil-society, engender mayhem and bloodshed – by –
Oh, you know – giving a reflective Christmas speech which expresses empathy and recognition to child abuse survivors.
I know – it’s an atrocity upon the face of democracy – a treasonous act – for which the death-sentence should be re-introduced – but I just can’t help myself.
Actually – I don’t have a clue right now what I’m going to attempt to say.
But don’t worry – I’ll think of something!
I’m sorry I can’t give you precise times, as the Christmas speeches are delivered at the end of proceedings – all I can do is speculate that it will be at some point before lunch-time – so listen in, or better still, come down to the public gallery. And don’t worry if I’m prevented from giving the speech, I’ll just come and do it outside in the Square.
So – let’s round-up a few more tragi-comic facets of the ever-continuing farce of the Jersey polity – as it struggles under the novel burden of reality – much as an ant might, beneath a steam-roller.
Firstly, let’s take a look at my very good friends – the “new management” of the States of Jersey Police Force.
As you may recollect – imagining that policing is as unaccountable as it was in London in the 1960s – Warcup & Gradwell have – following instruction from that other very good friend of mine, Bill Bailhache – got some of their UK-based mates to harass and intimidate me.
Yep – they really are that stupid.
If you’ve read an earlier posting, you will recollect my formal e-mailed response to the UK police, which was – “you’ll never take me alive, copper!”
Apparently – and please bear with me as I know this stretches the bounds of credibility – I merit legal threat, intimidation by the authorities, having my home raided, my files seized, this blog shut down – and being arrested and prosecuted – all because I – allegedly – have been in receipt of leaked information.
All this whilst the perpetrators of a huge number of child abuse atrocities – and the concealment of abuse – remain happily ensconced in highly-paid jobs – in which, in some cases, they’re receiving £200,000 of tax-payers’ money – per annum.
Funny old world, innit?
So, in all seriousness, I’m actually expecting police raids and arrest any day now. Hell – it could even happen now – as I sit typing these words.
I know it’s coming – because the establishment politicians know all about the impending raid – and have been rushing around excitedly blathering about it in anticipation – rather like the mother of a bride, just before her wedding.
One can’t help but observe – it seems somewhat ironic that these politicians can be in receipt of this unlawfully leaked knowledge concerning an imminent operational policing activity – and that’s just fine.
But if I’m in possession of allegedly leaked public interest disclosure information – I have to get dragged away like an east-end gangster in an episode of The Sweeney.
Strange days; I hope some social psychologists read this blog – as the parallel universe Groupthink displayed by the Jersey authorities would, I’m sure, make a fascinating case-study.
As I said – a polity engaged in a futile struggle against reality.
Rumour has it the raid has been held over until the States assembly has finished for the year – at least.
Or that policing and legal actions against me are being held in abeyance until the UK parliament has finished for Christmas, so the MPs I’m in touch with won’t be able to make a fuss about it for a month or so.
We shall see.
In the mean time, someone ought to explain to the plod that so telegraphed have these putative actions been that – guess what?
All of my records – a most fascinating collection accumulated stray examples of the truth – are all safely stashed in a very – very – safe place. Essentially – nowhere in Jersey.
Oh well – maybe they’ll just be content with sending around an armed response team – so they can shoot me through the head. That seems to be a preferred modus operandi of the Met – who have been roped in by Warcup & Gradwell in an effort to stitch-up Lenny Harper & Graham Power.
I can see it now:
“I had to ventilate the bastard sarge, he was goin’ for his piece.”
Incidentally, although space does not allow me to elaborate at present, I can inform you that Warcup & Gradwell have got themselves into a really rather foolish hole.
Trying to do me for disclosing information in the public interest – whilst themselves rampantly leaking classified police data to national journalists, and, moreover, doing so in a way calculatedly designed to mislead.
Don’t ever think these issues are going away, guys. Like I said in an e-mail to you – you are both in a situation in which you are completely out of your depth.
Speaking of which – let us spare a few reflections upon the striding titans of Jersey’s Fourth Estate.
For the very first time – at least as far as I can remember – Rankine Television did an investigative piece of reportage!
Channel Television, the local collection of social-climbing air-head TV hacks – who are controlled and operated by Glenn Rankine and his wife. This delightful couple being very close friends of Big Frank & Phil Ozouf and the rest of the gang. Indeed – Glenn – half-brain – Rankine is Ozouf’s and MacLean’s spin-doctor.
Yes – for the first time ever – they got heavy – and exposed Nelliegate!
Never mind corruption! Child abuse! Graft! Lies! Cronyism and decadence!
Rankine Television goes right to the heart of the real issues!
Jersey’s youngest States member, Jeremy Macon – taking advice from his mother!
As revealed in a leaked e-mail!
Quick – hold the front page! – Err – well, whatever you call it in TV news.
The words pathetic and contemptible barely do justice to this collection of utter clowns.
Look – Jeremy at least has an excuse – he has just got elected – at the tender age of 21.
Jimmy Perchard – by way of contrast – must be knocking on the door of his bus pass around now. And he takes his mother’s advice on all kinds of issues.
She even came to look upon him, in a proprietorial manner, from the public gallery as he made his pitch for the Health Ministry the other day.
I trust CTV will now be door-stepping him – and trying to sell the syndicated rights to the story. I’m sure the New York Times will want to run it.
And what of The Rag?
It trundles along – rolling inevitably to the cliff-edge of its demise.
They were clearly stung somewhat at our exposing of their habit of publishing fake, manufactured letters. Having temporarily given up on the outrightly fictitious – they’re reduced to printing the equally customary tranche of spin-doctored letters – to which real people have been persuaded to add their names.
And amongst this North-Korean plethora of brain-washing tripe – some real examples of utter cretinism creep in.
Take, for example, a recent letter from one Terry Gallichan, of St. Mary.
A truly bizarre and incoherent rant concerning the Christmas speech. He states – with apparent approval – that “tradition is more representative than democracy”.
Would that be traditions like tribal warfare? Infanticide, perhaps, as “traditionally” practised by some chthonic peoples? Lynching, maybe? A strong “tradition” in certain southern States of the USA. Perhaps he means the “tradition” of unquestioning deference to one’s feudal lords and masters?
I guess we’ll never know. Let’s face it – a man who writes such a cracker-barrel letter to The Rag – and is forgetful enough to neglect mentioning the fact that he is a Freemason – and the husband of Deputy Juliette Gallichan – just can’t be expected to grasp such notions as coherence.
And what of our old friend Anna Plunkett-Cole?
Those with a longer memory will recollect that Ms. Plunkett-Cole – around this time last year – wrote a truly moronic screed in her Saturday column – which ranted on about just how frightfully, frightfully dreadful I was – for committing the heinous offence of attempting to express some empathy for abuse survivors in my Christmas speech; an article in which she devoted an entire – whole – 13 words of reference to the victims of abuse.
I was reminded of those 13 little words – grudgingly shoehorned into her vacuous ramblings – when reading her column last Saturday.
Think of all the terrible things going on in the world? Hell – think of all the terrible things which have gone on in Jersey? Contemplate the vast array of serious challenges this community faces in an utterly changed world.
What, do we imagine, Ms. Plunkett-Cole devoted the majority of her privileged little stage to?
War and Wars’ alarums? Impending economic bankruptcy? President elect Obama’s avowed aim to shut down tax-havens?
Nope. Apparently – the fact that I was rude to a political colleague in an e-mail supplants all such piffling crisies.
Poor Anna never was terribly bright. Oh, and by the way, Anna – do please tell you friend Whaleman to stop stalking my partner.
It’s becoming extremely tiresome.
So – there you go – a few brief reflections from the front line. Basically – it’s business as usual.
And the struggles of decent people against the stagnant and putrid midden of power in Jersey continue.
I hope I can think of something suitable for the speech tomorrow – I simply wouldn’t wish to let my colleagues down. Especially after all this anticipation.
I’ll write again soon – provided I’m not in the nick by then.