Cometh the hour, cometh the woman…

Well, we gotta work with what we have.

Earlier I was imagining the scene in the Home Office C-Suite. I know of Priti Patel, through people I know who have worked with her. She’s fucking hardcore.

Sometime around now, there’s a conference call going on where she is asking our nation’s Chief Constables, “Are you TRYING to get us all fucking lynched?”

On her screen will be 40 windows of men and women (no trannies that I know of) with their epaulettes, looking abashed and concerned. Sadly, they only look that way because they haven’t got a fucking clue what she’s talking about.

What Priti Patel now needs to promise is that any copper that appears in the papers being a fascist will be subject to a televised show-trial at the end of all this, with public voting, and their Chief Constable will be standing besides them in the dock with their pension in their hand.

In spite of conniptions of civil servants, this is what needs to be done, and if any HomeSec we’ve had since Michael Howard was capable of it, it’s her.

Deus Vult.


UPDATE: And as if by magic:


Screen Shot 2020-03-30 at 21.40.16

Anyone who has been an observer of PC Basu’s work will know that he’s only issued such advice with a baton rammed all the way up his butthole.


5 thoughts on “Cometh the hour, cometh the woman…

  1. I have such high hopes/fantasies of Priti the Barbarian that disappointment is inevitable. Now, if she appears in the Commons clad in a blood-splattered loincloth triumphantly holding the head of Cressida Dick* I might cheer up a bit.

    * insert any one of about a million names here.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.