(An In)Spector Falls

Not a good look

Being a bona fide genius doesn’t preclude the possibility that you might also be a mad cunt.

In the case of Phil Spector it’s a certainty.

It’s a matter of public record that Spector was not only a brilliant and innovative record producer – I’m certainly a fan of his work – but a thoroughly unpleasant guy who was unhinged, to say the least.

Obsessed with guns, his own baldness and abusive towards women, it was almost inevitable that his life would eventually suffer some sort of trainwreck and whilst playing with a gun. whilst coming off, if not still on, prescription drugs in the presence of a woman whom he then shot it all went really badly wrong.

So, after playing the US legal system like one of his studio sessions he’s finally got his comeuppance – 15 years to life probably.

Sad but more than fair.

Drink and drugs

Madness.

It would mean most bottles of wine could not be sold for less than £4.50.

Now, I live right next to a churchyard that’s been the venue for teenage drinking sessions – thankfully, it no longer seems to be – and I’ve seen the empties left behind after a night’s piss up.

I counted the empty Stella cans once and, if my memory serves me correctly, the score was in the high teens – say 18.

I also counted the empty wine bottles and the score was precisely zero.

People tend to neck beer and it’s the drink of choice for most adolescents.

Not so in the case of wine.

So, I’m suggesting a higher tax on known types of drinks that are widely abused such as alcopops, cider and lager.

I don’t agree with the proposals, but let’s at least target them.

What’s suggested penalises the wrong people.

But – even better – let’s legalise ALL drugs.

That way we can tax them to pay for the policing of matters more worthy of police attention, improve their purity, eliminate the associated crime, put real money into rehab and education and stop this ridiculous war on drugs that’s never going to be won.

Just a theory…

…but could Jacqui Smith be on DRUGS?

Let’s hope it’s that harmful Ecstasy that she disapproves of so much.

Die, puppy, die…

I suspect, like many people reading this, that I’m still alive because perhaps on at least one occasion during my life I was saved by some sort of drug.

I think I may also be correct in thinking that the older you are, the more likely it is that that particular drug was tested on an animal.

Those scientists who performed those tests should be applauded and we should also thank the animals which died during the course of those experiments.

I’m also very grateful to the various animals that died so I can have a bloody good Christmas meal or two.

So, it was with some satisfaction that I read this.

The people working for HLS are not, I’m 100% positive, causing any more suffering to the animals they use in their testing than is absolutely necessary and where animals do not have to be used, I’m sure they’re not.

People like the SHAC and the ALF frighten me with their fanaticism and their ruthlessness.

Here’s a quote from one guy who worked for a company which transported animals for HLS:

“We received a lot of phone calls and letters [which] contained things like used condoms, used sanitary towels, razor blades and syringe needles claiming to be from people who are infected with AIDS.”

Managers were also accused of being paedophiles and letters sent to their neighbours stating that they took trips abroad in order to carry out paedophiliac activities.

And here’s a direct quote from a blog I discovered just a minute ago about a UK animal rights conference:

Part 1:- Looks at AR violence and includes recordings of Camille Hankins (Win Animal Rights – WAR) speaking in support of the grave robbings and arson attacks carried out by animal rights activists.

Such tactics are part of such people’s ‘armoury’ but weren’t used in this particular case.

Nice, huh?

Look, people are more important than animals in my world and if it’s a toss up between my life – or any other human being’s – or some animal’s then the cute little puppy gets it…

…every fucking time…