The Angry Exile: Legal raid.

The Hangman

Into our town the Hangman came,
Smelling of gold and blood and flame.
And he paced our bricks with a diffident air,
And built his frame in the courthouse square.
The scaffold stood by the courthouse side,
Only as wide as the door was wide;
A frame as tall, or little more,
Than the capping sill of the courthouse door.
And we wondered, whenever we had the time,
Who the criminal, what the crime
That the Hangman judged with the yellow twist
of knotted hemp in his busy fist.
And innocent though we were, with dread,
We passed those eyes of buckshot lead --
Till one cried: "Hangman, who is he
For whom you raised the gallows-tree?"
Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye,
And he gave us a riddle instead of reply:
"He who serves me best," said he,
"Shall earn the rope of the gallows-tree."
And he stepped down, and laid his hand
On a man who came from another land.
And we breathed again, for another's grief
At the Hangman's hand was our relief
And the gallows-frame on the courthouse lawn
By tomorrow's sun would be struck and gone.
So we gave him way, and no one spoke,
Out of respect for his Hangman's cloak.
The next day's sun looked mildly down
On roof and street in our quiet town,
And stark and black in the morning air
Was the gallows-tree in the courthouse square.
And the Hangman stood at his usual stand
With the yellow hemp in his busy hand;
With his buckshot eye and his jaw like a pike
And his air so knowing and business-like.
And we cried, "Hangman, have you not done
Yesterday, with the foreign one?"
Then we fell silent, and stood amazed,
"Oh, not for him was the gallows raised."
He laughed a laugh as he looked at us:
"Did you think I'd gone to all this fuss
To hang one man? That's a thing I do
To stretch a rope when the rope is new."
Then one cried "Murder!" and one cried "Shame!"
And into our midst the Hangman came
To that man's place. "Do you hold," said he,
"with him that was meant for the gallows-tree?"
And he laid his hand on that one's arm.
And we shrank back in quick alarm!
And we gave him way, and no one spoke
Out of fear of his Hangman's cloak.
That night we saw with dread surprise
The Hangman's scaffold had grown in size.
Fed by the blood beneath the chute,
The gallows-tree had taken root;
Now as wide, or a little more,
Than the steps that led to the courthouse door,
As tall as the writing, or nearly as tall,
Halfway up on the courthouse wall.
The third he took -- we had all heard tell --
Was a usurer, and an infidel.
"What," said the Hangman "have you to do
With the gallows-bound, and he a Jew?"
And we cried out, "Is this one he
Who has served you well and faithfully?"
The Hangman smiled: "It's a clever scheme
to try the strength of the gallows-beam."
The fourth man's dark, accusing song
Had scratched our comfort hard and long;
"And what concern," he gave us back.
"Have you for the doomed -- the doomed and Black?"
The fifth. The sixth. And we cried again,
"Hangman, Hangman, is this the man?"
"It's a trick," he said. "that we hangmen know
For easing the trap when the trap springs slow."
And so we ceased, and asked no more,
As the Hangman tallied his bloody score.
And sun by sun, and night by night,
The gallows grew to monstrous height.
The wings of the scaffold opened wide
Till they covered the square from side to side;
And the monster cross-beam, looking down,
Cast its shadow across the town.
Then through the town the Hangman came,
Through the empty streets, and called my name --
And I looked at the gallows soaring tall,
And thought, "There is no one left at all
For hanging, and so he calls to me
To help pull down the gallows-tree."
So I went out with right good hope
To the Hangman's tree and the Hangman's rope.
He smiled at me as I came down
To the courthouse square through the silent town.
And supple and stretched in his busy hand
Was the yellow twist of the hempen strand.
And he whistled his tune as he tried the trap,
And it sprang down with a ready snap --
And then with a smile of awful command
He laid his hand upon my hand.
"You tricked me. Hangman!," I shouted then,
"That your scaffold was built for other men...
And I no henchman of yours," I cried,
"You lied to me, Hangman. Foully lied!"
Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye,
"Lied to you? Tricked you?" he said. "Not I.
For I answered straight and I told you true --
The scaffold was raised for none but you.
For who has served me more faithfully
Then you with your coward's hope?" said he,
"And where are the others who might have stood
Side by your side in the common good?"
"Dead," I whispered. And amiably
"Murdered," the Hangman corrected me:
"First the foreigner, then the Jew...
I did no more than you let me do."
Beneath the beam that blocked the sky
None had stood so alone as I.
The Hangman noosed me, and no voice there
Cried "Stop!" for me in the empty square.

Maurice Ogden

Wednesday 14 April 2010

Legal raid.

Fuck knows how three of the most egregious troughing cunts qualify for legal aid to defend themselves against the charges of being thieving bastards, but you know what? I'm not that surprised. This is a country that is almost criminally profligate with money taken at gunpoint from taxpayers. You can get 'free' money from the state having hijacked an airliner to get to the land of milk, honey and asylum so how much of a shock is it that three elected mongs who are charged with abusing their positions or privilege to enrich themselves by ways that are not just unseemly but actually crooked can have the poor bastard taxpayer ripped off yet again to pay for their defence? Not fucking much. It's the fucking mentality of it that gets me. Like children with chocolate all over their faces and mouth almost too full to speak they denied any wrongdoing (to say nothing of the shameful whoring of the Bill of Rights to try to get out of it) and having been caught they then head straight back to the taxpayer funded sweetie jars, pausing only to say 'What, me? I'm not doing anything wrong.' when their asked to kindly stop fucking helping themselves to money they don't fucking need or deserve. Incidentally, it's worth noting that it's just the Labour troughing bastards who went after legal aid and Lord Hanningfield, the Tory facing charges, did not. Still a bastard, but perhaps one with a slightly better grasp of what people are likely to think of him if he asked for legal aid than Morley, Chaytor and Devine.

A better grasp than Colostomy Brown as well, who began by saying nothing until DING said the Tories would put a stop to this sort of thing so pleeeeeeease vote for him. Finally, having been put on the spot during a radio show phone in, the Cyclopean prick said they'd have to repay the legal aid money.

"I think this money will have to be paid back by these politicians.
"I think the evidence is that people in their position will have to pay back the money - or most of the money - they get in legal aid.
"We have actually abolished this free legal aid from the end of June, so it has to be means-tested from the end of June and they wouldn't have got it in these circumstances.
"The law has changed, so I think the money will have to be paid back."

First off, it's not yet the end of June so this is Gordon wanting retrospective application of laws again. Remember that if the cunt wins on May 6th - what is legal for you to do now may not have been in the future* if he gets his way. Secondly, it's more likely that this is just empty noise and that he knows he can do precisely square root of fuck all about it. NuLab have had thirteen years to prevent legal aid abuse and didn't think it was as important as covering the country in cameras while persecuting any citizen wanting to use their own, destroying the pub trade via the smoking ban, putting everyone possible on some form of database, giving the police carte blanche to go DNA harvesting, and creating a few thousand new laws that no-one can possibly be expected to remember but that can get you fitted with a Peckham Rolex for selling a fucking goldfish. But since legal aid abuse will ~~have the cracks papered over~~ be fixed in a couple of months we're supposed to be deliriously happy and re-elect the cunts?

Well, we'd certainly have to be delirious.

1 comment:

JuliaM said...: "Secondly, it's more likely that this is just empty noise and that he knows he can do precisely square root of fuck all about it. "

Correct. A few lawyers looked up from their claret and roast beef long enough to point out to the monocular cretin that it's the judge who decides that.; 14 April 2010 at 21:05