It’s so funny, how heads don’t roll anymore…

From The Independent this morning:

Meanwhile, it was claimed yesterday that CCTV tapes depicting Mr de Menezes’ last moments were handed out to police but returned blank.

Tube Lines, the company which runs Stockwell station, said it had not been aware of any faults on its cameras on 22 July.

The Mail on Sunday quoted a senior transport union official as saying: ” After the incident, the police took the tapes away. When they brought them back three or four days later, they said, ‘These are no good to us. They’re blank.’”

This whole thing is a cluster-fuck of biblical proportions. Every day the official story changes. Something is seriously, seriously fucked up. The police destroying evidence? What do we call this, Stockwellgate? The “officers” (read “murderers”) are on holiday and won’t report to the IPCC for another week or two, if at all. The results of the enquiry won’t be revealed for another three years. In the meantime, nobody is asking the real questions from 7/7 and most of the country pretends that the minority who are asking, are conspiracy theorists, traitors or just lunatics.

I say the small minority are the ones who are the most British. I say we are more British than the Daily Telegraph. I say we are more British than Tony Blair. I say we are more British than Sir Ian Blair. We hold the values of truth, justice and liberty higher than any of these duplicitous, nefarious, treacherous cunts.

The Met chief, the Home Secretary and the Prime Minister must all tender their resignations immediately. They are destroying our country by appealing to the basest whims of the populace and taking advantage of the loyalty and devotion to the flag of the majority of the country, including the larger Muslim population.

In the old days, heads would roll for far less than this. Think about it:

1. The Prime Minister took us to war over a bunch of lies. Facing (or possible instigating) the biggest challenge to this country since World War 2, he decided against all advice against any public enquiry over the events of July 7th 2005. But he still has a job
2. The Home Secretary took a holiday during the biggest crisis this country has faced since World War 2, and let a knave and a liar like Sir Ian Blair run the show in his absence. But he still has a job
3. The Met Chief lied, lied and lied again about a cold-blooded, public state execution. There is ample evidence for a cover-up. But he still has a job

Where is our decency? Where is our integrity? Where is our sense of fair-play? These, and not the jingoistic and arbitrary set of values proposed by The Telegraph define us. It is frankly, racist of The Telegraph to call the Western world the “Anglosphere”. And the values of decency, integrity and fair-play extend further than to a nation that has no identity right now and is still struggling to define it, but they would be a good start. These are the values that my father taught me represented this country. Ones he was proud of and I was too. And now while many of my peers look at me and my kind with suspicion, I wonder if they notice that we hold these values nearer and dearer than they do. Blind loyalty to a leader and a system is ugly and stupid. Its values we should bind ourselves to, pledge allegiance to.

• If demanding decency, integrity and fair-play from my government makes me a traitor, then so be it.
• If asking for the truth instead of blithely ingesting shit on a daily basis from our jingoistic press makes me a conspiracy theorist, then so be it.
• If expecting transparency, accountability and fairness from our police makes me a terrorist, then so be it.

My Chief of Police lied, murdered and was stupid. One out of three means a sacking. By all accounts, he should be hung out to dry.

My Prime Minister lied, lied and lied. His unimpeachable falsehood and immutable hubris have cause the deaths of the finest soldiers in the world as well as my fellow Muslims. Not many people see the soldiers as the victims of an uneccesary war, perhaps more should. They are paid to die, sure, but they are not paid to die for the hubris of a self-serving, imbecilic, glory-seeking cunt who I’m sorry to say, has stained the image of the office occupied by true greats like Churchill and Thatcher who took their positions and the lives of their soldiers, very seriously indeed.

And my Home Secretary? Well, a man who takes a holiday at a time like this is not even worthy of contempt. He’s the motherfucker that needs to get stripped of citizenship and deported. To Antartctica. Naked.

If we can’t expect decency, integrity and fair-play from our leaders, then what kind of a nation have we allowed ourselves to become?