April's Law ......

  I posted the following, elsewhere, earlier last week. At that point, this cunt was still only being questioned, and giving the Police the run around.

 Incredibly, to my mind, the response was largely negative! How Dare I suggest the cunt should be given anything more than his regulation tea and biscuits?! He has Human Rights!


 It's since been taken down.

 So, sort of like 'for posterity' really. I thought I'd just bung it up here, look. Because it sets out my personal opinion, which I stand by. 

 Also, being a direct copy and paste of my original post, it'll give some people a chance to check what I Actually said. They might want to compare that to what some lying cunt's publicly saying I said.

 Here's my original post. Not a single word removed or added:



I've just stumbled upon the story ~ so far ~ last night. FFS. Beautiful little kiddie. Five years fucking old, for chrissake. And, straight away, the Police know exactly who they're f**king looking for!!!

This brought the Roy Whiting case flooding back. He took that little blonde girl, in Sussex. White van man.

Life long mate of mine lives around there. He was out one day, mooching about by the river. Ran into a copper and got chatting. Copper told him they were searching for 'evidence' for the kiddies case. Her raped and murdered little body had been found. Now they just needed the shit to pin it on Whiting.

'Ye mean ye Know who did it?' Asked Kev'. Stunned. 'Oh yeah!', said the copper. 'We know this bastard well enough. Fukking sure it's him! We just have to find the evidence to ensure a conviction.'

And now, as I type, they have This bastard. They're Asking him what he's done with her. Bringing him his regulation tea and biscuits. Some c**t of a lawyer's doubtless sat beside him. Intoning; " My client has no comment. "

And that kiddies parents are in absolute f**king hell. As the search teams comb 'His' favoured spots ~ for the inevitable. FFS!
 
When will a government get the balls to enact " Aprils Law " ?

The Police Know the fucker. (God knows how. But, in todays world of no privacy for the working man, there it is) So, they Know him. Now they've got him. And it's tea and biscuits and No f**king Comment?!

Why The F**k can't they go to a High Court Judge. Disclose what they know. How they know it. Prove this is 99.9% 'probably' the c**t they want. Then pluck a dozen people and have the judge put the case before them. How long of a day can that take?

If that Jury find the guy a bang to rights Whiting job? Gloves off! Cattle prods to the balls. Sodium Pentothal. Water Boarding. What ever.

Of course, none of it's likely to save a little girls life. But, it'd save her family days of extra suffering.

The bastard!