I’m thinking of making this my new official publicity photograph:
Any thoughts?
Independent: Man sacked for belief in psychics backed by judge (but, of course, he knew that would happen)
A police worker who was sacked because he believed psychics can help solve criminal investigations is to go to court today to defend his right to legal protection from religious discrimination…
In Mr Power’s case Judge Peter Russell, sitting at Manchester Employment Tribunal, said: “I am satisfied that the claimant’s beliefs that there is life after death and that the dead can be contacted through mediums are worthy of respect in a democratic society and have sufficient cogency, seriousness, cohesion and importance to fall into the category of a philosophical belief for the purpose of the 2003 [Employment Equality (Religion or Belief)] Regulations.”
Read the judge’s words carefully: “beliefs that there is life after death and that the dead can be contacted through mediums are worthy of respect in a democratic society”.
Bollocks.
While we should respect everyone’s right to hold whatever crackpot beliefs they might choose, to say that such beliefs are worthy of respect is utter nonsense. For example, the BNP’s Nick Griffin is fully entitled to believe whatever racist horse crap he likes—and I would defend his right to do so—but to say that his beliefs are worthy of respect is, as I said, bollocks.
I find it rather worrying that a judge—or, rather, the English legal system—apparently can’t see the difference.
Mr Power, your religious beliefs are nuttier than squirrel shit, but you are perfectly entitled to hold them.
Approaching the checkout at Tesco on Thursday, I couldn’t believe my luck when I spotted Laphroaig whisky on offer. I slipped a bottle into my trolley.
I couldn’t believe my luck even further when I found the checkout totally empty. I began transferring my shopping on to the conveyor belt, asking the girl on the till not to start loading my stuff into plastic bags, as I had my own reusable ones. It flustered her a bit. Then another girl came and set next to her and asked her if it was her first day—which it was.
To be honest, I felt a bit bad about getting the poor girl flustered on her first day. So, as I was collecting my receipt, I made a point of saying, “I think you’re doing absolutely brilliantly, considering it’s your first day”. The girl was absolutely delighted.
Then I walked through the security scanners, and all hell broke loose.
The stupid tart had forgotten to take the security tag off my bottle of Laphroaig.
…whose robot posted 670 identical spam comment on old Gruts posts over the last two days, it took me less than five minutes to delete them. These old posts will no longer accept hyperlinks in their comments.
Now why don’t you go and get yourself a girlfriend?
I’ve produced another of my hilarious Beagle Project promo videos. Careful you don’t split your sides: