I have just finished reading The Dark Box:A Secret History Of Confession by John Cornwell, an excellent writer with a long history of books regarding the Catholic Church, who is only just hanging on by a thread to his Catholicism, mainly because of massive encouragement from his wife.

The book is a marvellously researched history of the sacrament of confession and should be read by all lapsed Catholics to prove they were right, all practising Catholics to show how daft they are and all non-Catholics to let them know how lucky they were.

Traditionally confession was bequeathed on all young people on reaching puberty and it was Pope Pius X in the very early 20^th century ordained that it was necessary for children from the age of six or seven.  In this decision was planted the seeds of the calamity to hit the Church recently, that of clerical sexual abuse of children.  But the book is not just about that but about the battle between modernists and traditionalists throughout that century and beyond to make the sacrament fit for purpose.  Do you fit the people round the sacrament or do you fit the sacrament round the people.

It reached a high point for the modernists at Vatican 2 convened by Pope John XXIII in the early 1960s with the idea of communal reconciliation which became very popular and altered the thoughts of many lapsed Catholics who had ceased to practise their faith because of the discomfort of the one on one policy.  A discomfort rightly felt if the priest was in any way invasive with his words.  However the traditionalists have been fighting back and with Pope John Paul II and Benedict XVI at the helm they have won back most of the lost ground and thus the Church is losing numbers.

The most interesting part of this very interesting book is how Cornwell considers the Church lost millions of supporters by not backing down on contraception, making it a grave mortal sin to indulge in this practice whether it be for birth control or even for use as a prophylactic to stop the spread of any number of sexually transmitted diseases.  Although Pope Pius XII did allow coitus interruptus and the rhythm method, the traditionalist popes do not even consider those to be fair game.

So as is our practice, without thankfully television or newspapers, myself and Helen, after a sirloin steak and a glass of wine, sat down last night to talk.  We were typical Catholics brought up in the very era  that Cornwell was talking about and we started asking each other questions we had never asked each other in 41 years of marriage.

It soon became clear that neither of us had ever gone to confession during our married lives, although attending weekly mass, never in fact missing mass until November 2009 when the Murphy Report on clerical sex abuse was published here in Ireland and realising what a catastrophic cover up had been perpetrated by the Catholic Church, we never darkened the doorstep of a church since except in memory of departed friends.

I stopped going to confession when I was about 16 thinking what a foolish thing to do by confessing to a man who had probably done a lot worse than I.  My experiences at school must have had something to do with my arrival at this decision.  Certainly my religious education encouraged my scruples which forbade me at the same time not to receive communion as well because of not being in the necessary state of grace.  Helen, although a little older before deciding not to take part in the ritual, just felt it was an unnatural situation to be in as a woman talking to a man.  She put an embargo on the middle man when she was about 20 but that did not stop her from considering she was in a state of grace and therefore went to communion every week.  Scruples must never have been on the curriculum at St Joseph’s Convent.  

With regard to our marriage all I will say is that it had its ups and downs like all long marriages but never once until last night had we ever considered contraception.  As we talked we realised we had never ever discussed the matter.  Helen asked me why I had never once brought the subject up, and I thought and thought but could not come up with a solution.  Probably the impromptu way we went about these things made me never consider.  When I asked Helen, she said half jokingly, that she only let one thing invade her body and that was not going to be a creation of Big Pharma.  Again she felt it unnatural and that is probably the reason why we have six kids.  As the Bible says, you reap what you sew.

So after a couple of hours stimulating conversation we retired to bed realising we were not typical of Cornwell’s Catholics but in the end we all arrived at the same location, divorced from the Catholic Church, whilst the modernists, the traditionalists, the theologians and the clerical psychotherapists and psychologists tie themselves in knots playing hopscotch with the sacrament, while the Good God, if there is one, looks on and laughs.

Well hello good reader and I apologise, it is three weeks since my last confession, three weeks in which a lot has happened to me and during which time I have learnt a lot.  Three weeks ago I caught a plane to Manchester.  My main reason for going was to find out as much as I could about a recently settled court case that I wrote about some weeks ago.

It concerned a case of gross sexual abuse on two boys of the 1955 intake at St. Bede’s College in Manchester by the then Rector, Monsignor Thomas Duggan.  Unfortunately these men had agreed to a settlement pre-trial thus averting any media publicity which would have shown up the school and the Diocese of Salford in bad light.  I wanted to know why they had settled and for how much but after meeting with legal types I became no wiser and I still do not know why, only that I suspect they settled for little money knowing the calibre of their legal team.  Why they did not come to me in 2011 after the Bishop’s apology instead of going to the firm of callow practitioners they fetched up with is beyond my ken.

So having learnt nothing from my assays on the front of house legal boys I delved into my contacts in the Manchester courts service and again have learnt nothing as yet but I did stumble upon a case that will shortly be on your screens or in the headlines of your newspapers, a case I wrote about with little knowledge some time ago.  What the discovery of further evidence did, albeit anecdotal evidence at the moment, was to remind me, that the quality of justice in British courts and I suppose in courts throughout the world, is as good as the amount of money you pay for it.  The justice the two old Bedians got was not justice as you and I think, which is the truth prevailing over everything else to reach a right and just conclusion, but because these two lads did not have a pot to piss in, they got what their pockets allowed, Sweet FA.

The justice I stumbled on in my trek round legal Manchester was the justice allied to a big financial pocket.  The justice aligned to lots of money is not a revelation of the truth and nothing but the truth but is a cocktail of whatever lies and untruths your money can buy.  Because the evidence I tripped over is still only anecdotal but from an impeccable source and only awaiting confirmation, I cannot really explain the details but suffice it to say that like every man, justice has its price.  If your pocket is big enough you can buy all the justice you want.

All you have to do is to look at the politicians and the Royal family of Britain to see what you can buy.  Look at Ted Heath and Jimmy Savile and realise that justice is just a coat hung on a rack, if you can afford it you can get it, tailor made to your own warped and addled being.  The case I tripped over concerns rich men, the Catholic Church and abused children and hopefully sometime in the very near future I will be able to write freely of this typical, topical cocktail in more detail.

Well after a few days jousting with Mancunian lawisms, I visited a restaurant in North Manchester where I had the most amazing meal of my life.  I had the tasting menu of 12 courses which with amuse bouche and other little surprise delicacies was probably more like 15 courses, where the chef displays his finesse with a whole range of edible materials, slurped down with a glass of wine perfectly suited to each particular dish he puts before you.  The experience was incredible and well worth the massive amount of spondoolicks expended.  The restaurant is called Aumbry with chefs Mary-Ellen McTague and husband Lawrencer Tottingham, ex Sharrow Bay and Fat Duck sculpting food with surgical precision whilst on the night I was served by two of the most knowledgeable waiters I have had the pleasure of meeting.  Two young ladies who knew everything about the food and most impressively everything about the 13 wines that came with it.

This epic event was followed by two days of energetic and at some times frantic packing and waste disposal as my daughter, husband and five grandkids vacated Manchester for warmer climes but for three months are acclimatising by moving into our house in Roscommon while myself and my much put upon first wife are relegated to a tiny cottage upstream of our comfortable abode.

The move has obviously discommoded our very quiet and home-loving dog who at the age of 12 has gone on two recent walk-abouts, disappearing for a couple of days at a time.  On his first perambulation he was delivered back by the postman in true Wells Fargo tradition and on his second he was captured by some form of a do-gooder who almost held him at ransom until we produced a photo of said dog.

Eventually after over a week of toing and froing between houses by realising there was something in  house 1 that we needed in our house 2, we have eventually enough of implements now in house 2 that should ensure our survival whilst leaving a plethora for seven people in house 1 to exist.

 I awoke yesterday full of fear and trepidation.  I had an appointment with my diabetic consultant, the only medical practitioner that I have actually time for.  Fear and trepidation was foremost because in early October 2013 I had shaken myself down and decided to withdraw from my daily beanfeast of drugs that Big Pharma had pressured my various doctors into prescribing.  I was shovelling eight pills a day down my oesophagus and decided to forgo this diet and do without any medication to see what affect it would have on my system.  Now that was seven months ago and I had told none of my doctors, yesterday was my day of reckoning, I felt well enough but only the results of tests will prove how close to death I had become.

The system in the diabetic clinic is that you sit with the diabetic nurse in an examination room whilst she collates all the various test results and puts them on the computer screen, asks me a load of questions and has everything ready for the consultant as she flits between examination rooms.  The nurse after spending a few minutes tapping out the results turned to me and said “well Mr Malpas, you have probably the best control over your diabetic condition than any patient on our list, every test is perfect, you deserve first prize for being our best patient”.  I then dropped the bombshell, she looked at me in amazement, she was gobsmacked but attractively so.  She just looked at me and could not speak for nearly a minute, all her years of training crumbling before her.  I had to repeat the gospel three or four times before it sank in properly.  ‘Incredible’ was all she could say.  When on medication my situation was always stable, I was in control of my condition although I had been a Type 2 diabetic for 20 years but now my tests on blood sugars, liver and kidney function and cholesterol levels had all improved through lack of pharmaceutical aid.  After 30 minutes of baptism the reawakened nurse raced off to fetch Dr Lourens.

It was Dr Lourens who had planted the seed in my head about 18 months previously who said that because of the control of my diabetic condition, that if I lost weight I would probably discover I was not diabetic.  I was then and up to a year ago 120kgs in weight, I am now 105kgs, a loss of 15kgs or 2st 5lb in old money.  Whether it is the loss of weight or the lack of drugs, I feel a lot better than I was.

Dr Lourens entered the room, having been primed by the nurse, with an expectant look on her face but she had to ask the question as she studied the results.  “What medication are you still taking” she asked.  “I am taking nothing” I answered.  Her arms went up in delight, like a professional footballer who had just scored a goal, she was delighted.  The seed she had sown had grown and become a reality, I was no longer a diabetic.  But she was not going to let me go that quickly, she wanted more tests done that would indicate my freedom from toxicity was complete.  She thought I had been too brave by dispensing with everything but she was without doubt delighted.  She had turned water into wine.  We fixed a date for November this year so that these other tests could be carried out and I left the two lovely ladies after one hour and ten minutes.  I pitied the other patients waiting in the queue, most of whom did not look as lithe as I.

Well it certainly looks as though some of the i’s have been dotted and some of the t’s crossed at St Bede’s College in Manchester, where skullduggery has been the order of the day for the last five months at this once famous school.  Ever since the Independent Schools Inspectorate descended at the end of last year and stated that the governance of the school was a right load of crap.

In the aftermath of the report and during its post mortem, Danny Kearney, the supposed Headmaster, who was unable to adequately defend his directorship of the downward slide, threw his dummy out of the pram, picked up the ball and went home leaving poor old and well put upon but still stunningly beautiful Sandra Pike to hold the fort.

To remind yourselves of the seismic upheavals at the beginning of the year I suggest you read a series of blog postings I wrote in a three week period at the end of January and beginning of February and also the comments they attracted.  Not only are they singularly well written but they are precise and the forecasts have nearly all come true, pronouncing to the world what a bag of shite the school had become.

My first posting in this saga was on 17th January 2014 entitled Even More On St Bede’s College In Manchester which reminded the reader of the deadly hush that descended on the school at that time after the Inspectorate had visited the school before Christmas.  My remarks were well justified and described the scene well.  Having read it again this morning, I congratulated myself on a fine piece of writing, obviously helped in a large way by Danny Boy’s behaviour and the actions of Cretin Quinlan who had helped to hoist Danny’s petard.

My next posting regarding the school was five days later on 22nd January 2014 entitled St Bede’s Opened Up when in the last line I opined that “the debate (regarding the school) will continue over these next few days but please let us hear of some dismissals”.  And sure enough with Kearney still sulking, Pike did her best to explain away the ISI report which seriously questioned the School’s Safeguarding abilities, in a note to all parents published in my posting of 1st February 2014 entitled BBC On St Bede’s Last Night where I also reported the mawkish BBC entering the fray.

The 6th February 2014 brought on another posting entitled Danny Kearney’s Attempt To Right A Wrong which allowed Danny his last tilt at the windmill when in a very poor piece of writing in an article in the Tablet, he blames the world and not himself for Bede’s ills.  As I wrote that piece, news came through, devastating news as it happens of how Old Florid finally saw sense.  Monsignor Michael Quinlan resigned as chair of governors of the College. with effect from 3rd February 2014.  Now whether he jumped or was pushed does not really matter, I prefer to think he was pushed, but it removed one more hurdle in trying to right the school.  Quinlan’s reign was dire.

Old Flash Moynihan stuck his finger in the hole in the dyke but said his role would be shortlived classing himself as only a caretaker.  The first bit of truth out of the school in a long time.  I followed up this news with a posting on 7th February entitled Egos Obliterated At St Bede’s College In Manchester when I questioned the crisis management at Bede’s over the previous few years.  In a supposed academic environment calmness had gone out the window.  Bede’s in its stricken state had brought Byrne and Moynihan back to run the ship, the two men who had been witness to the Green era and other possible blemishes and had never held their hands up.  A bloody poor and ill considered show by the Bishop.

All this flapping about at Bede’s deserved a rapier-like thrust and I did this on 9th February 2014 with a piece entitled The Reality Of St Bede’s In The 1950s and 1960s.  It shocked some people with its candour, it was meant to.  Sexual abuse of children passes over a lot of people’s heads.  After reading this posting hopefully they understand it better.  In fact one dimwit, a school governor by the name of Helen West, was so infuriated with my real prose she threatened to have me closed down and was supposed to have instructed Greater Manchester Police and the Garda Siocana to have me arrested.  Can you all not see why the school is buggered with such a witless woman on the board of governors.

Well that is where I left the school to either right itself or rot in its own juices.  I had more important matters to think about.  Up north of England is a country called Scotland and it also has big problems with its governance.  It locks up the innocent and lets the guilty go free and because of that it has become totally corrupt with the likes of Alex Salmond desperately trying to protect his protector Elish Angiolini, the former Lord Advocate of Scotland who is up to her nostrils in the protection of paedophile rings in Bonnie Scotland.  Two of my mates Robert Green and Timothy Rustige have been locked up, Robert without even a trial since February 12th 2014.  Timothy with only a farce of a trial with the said Angiolini perjuring herself at will from the witness box.  Timothy has now been given a release date of 11th August.  Their crime if that is what it is in this warped state was to protect innocent children from kilted sexual abuse.

I returned to the Bedian fiasco yesterday having been given a nudge by a solicitor friend in New Zealand.  I now notice that Shiek Mansour’s stooge at Bede’s, Mr Des Coffey, has been made Vice-chair of Governors, the arab grip on the school is tightening and also that the Board have shed four governors since February.  What can be wrong with the atmosphere at Bede’s when for the last two years governors have been coming and going like customers at a brothel.

One thing the solicitor told me was that he was in conversation with a well respected ex-teacher at Bede’s who told him that Danny Boy had eventually thrown in the towel or at least been paid off with adequate monies instead of going to an Industrial Tribunal with a case of constructive dismissal.  I doubt if we will ever know, secrecy being the key to progress at Bede’s.  You parents however who pay these people’s wages should demand to know how he departed because certainly his slate has been well cleaned.  The monies paid to him came out of your pockets, you deserve better.  Kearney’s name no longer stands with the staff of the school, the brave and beautiful Sandra Pike rides tall as Acting Head, leaving her way clear for her escalation to Headmaster.  God help us all but at least she will be cheap.

My mate Timothy Rustige was just getting used to the privations of HMP Grampian having been sent there by the obnoxious behaviour of a Scottish legal scumbag called Elish Angiolini, who perjured herself rotten in the Aberdeen Sheriff’s Court in February this year and her evidence was the cause of the swooning Sheriff Pile giving Rusty a nine month sentence for what is still not clear.  As I said Rusty was just getting used to the crap food served in child-like portions, the total inefficiency of the management regime and the anger management problems of the inmates when it all kicked off.

On the evening of 13th May 41 residents of C Block said enough was enough, refused to go back into their cells and spent the next 12 hours pretending to be demolition contractors.  They wrecked their brand new accomodation but finally stopped their shenanikins when the riot squad arrived.  It was a typical unfriendly riot that really served no purpose except to tell the world that they were pissed off.  The 41 are being questioned by the police, no doubt sentences will be lengthened severely.  He did say that  his nettle tea bags had been confiscated but somehow or another this brand new prison was chock full of drugs and that is what probably caused the riot.

The upshot was that it was decided to evacuate the prison with Blocks A, B and D about 300 prisoners being sent to other prisons round Scotland.  Rusty was in a batch of 70 sent to the hell hole called Barlinnie in Glasgow on 14th May.  Here he is locked up with a hairy arsed Jock for 23 hours a day with more shite food pushed through a hole in the door of the cell and allowed to wash every two days.  The worst of it is that is early release paperwork for tagging and hopefully having him out of there in June has now been stopped while the authorities have post mortems on the riot.

As Rusty says to me in his letter received this morning, “Obviously no word here on if or when we will, if at all, be transferred back to HMP Grampian, which really is Five star compared to this Victorian/Dickensian anachronism, Barlinnie.  A good century passed its shelf life expiry date, with 23 hours a day cell lock-ins and meals eaten in cells.  No single cell luxury here, double bunks, cramped cells and a shower every second day.  Razors and a shave on request.  A restrictive and frugal regime isn’t in it.  So it looks like a long and hard haul from here until August 11th, my release date.  Another 85 days in Dante’s Purgatory.  Such is the cost of exorcising moral rectitude, virtue and social conscience, exposing the crimes of a vile paedophile ring and their elitist protectors.”

My new address is:

Timothy Rustige -Prisoner No 134031.

HMP Barlinnie

A Hall – 3/23

81 Lee Avenue

Glasgow

G23 2QX

Scotland

Rusty with all the time in the world has written a rap entitled “The Nonceland Rap” which he has asked me to publish which I do here:

Ya wanna go to Scotland, the raving nonce’s lair?

Kiddie porn and paedo rape is no big deal up there,

Protected by Speculative Society Masons, a culture of corruption

The ninth circle pederasts, and licensed underage seduction.

Little boys for sodomy and wee girls for three hole rape,

Convicted by their Sheriff pals, cop a probation dodge escape,

And them moralists that dare expose the magic circle’s crime

Get snatched by nonceland’s crooked plod squads every goddam time.

Aberdeen based satanist scum, none are very nice,

Sexual abuse of special needs kids and their bloody sacrifice.

This is their forte, the establishment’sBD/SM elite,

The Sheriffs, Police and Judges that dance to the heathen beat.

The Violate Club bum boys, the Ferryhill pederasts too,

 Despoil a child’s precious innocence, then prey on school kids new

For any age illegal, the youngest girls and boys,

Kidnapped, drugged, then abused as the new sex toys.

The necrophiliacs of Balmoral, within their ivory towers,

An untouchable Royal St. Clare cabal, wielding bent judicial powers,

The Buchanans, Dragons and Majors, all are vile pariahs,

Who rule by blackmail, bribery and violence, to sate bestial desires,

Their number might be legion, but all are named and known,

The nonces and protectors, omerta identities duly blown.

So where is the public outcry, for the next might be their child?

Snatched as blood tributes to Lucifer, once they’ve been defiled.

Alas our craven media and cowering stooge politicians,

Covering up venal crony sins in the grandest of traditions.

Our society is debauched, our once sceptred isle grown sick,

Ruled by a ring of paedo pervs who pull every legal trick

To avoid arrest and punishment, and life in a jail’s cell

May this inbred elitist scum yet feel the fires of hell!

So the boys got talent, but I always thought he had.  We will have to make it the anthem of our cause.  God bless Rusty, let his sufferings not be in vain and with that comes the news that the Crown Office have lost their appeal against Robert Green and as I write he is packing up in Perth for his long journey home.

News is coming out of Barlinnie that Timothy Rustige is suffering badly in the holocaustic atmosphere in Barlinnie Prison in Glasgow.  I have just had an e-mail from a friend of Rusty who tells me that he has run out of paper and cannot get anything but scraps off prison staff.  I append below the e-mail she sent me below.  All readers try to do something to alleviate Rusty’s difficulties.  He is not a criminal, he is a prisoner of conscience, a political prisoner and certainly not a man to be treated in this way. 

HERE IS THE EMAIL 

I expect you will both have heard from Rusty.  I am feeling really anxious about him, re blood pressure, possibility of a second stroke.  There is no excuse for the way he is being treated.  It would be wrong even if he had committed a crime.

I received four letters this morning, written between 23^rd and 26^th May, and, just in case you don’t know this already, he asks for the following information to be put on line on your websites:-

Firstly, many thanks to everyone who has been writing to him, the support is a real life-line (though a ‘grumpy prison officer’ has been complaining about the amount of mail he’s receiving!).

Next, he’s run out of A4 lined writing paper, and can only get piddling little pages at Barlinnie.  He says he’d really appreciate a refill pad from eg Pound-stretchers, also A4 envelopes.  All he has to do all day is write, so he needs plenty of both.  No need for biros or stamps, he can buy those.

He’s been asking ever since he arrived to get books from the prison library, with no result.  (Sheer wanton cruelty, I would call that.)

His blood pressure is now causing him a lot of worry, and medical attention is ‘a joke  -  these people aren’t interested in their prisoners’ medical problems  -  they see any complaints a some sort of potential dodge.  Thus my past stroke history, blood pressure being sky-high and my forearm melanoma problems (too many years working in the tropical sun) they have no interest in.  Serve them right if I keel over with a heart attack and die on them.  But considering the self-harm/violent attacks on other prisoners/suicide and murder record this place has, my death would simply be marked down as yet another ‘insignificant incident’. 

The levels of self-harm and suicide at Barlinnie are sky-high, he says, and would be worse if most of the prisoners weren’t drugged up to the eyeballs or rendered moronic by watching television.

Re television: he has been moved to a different cell, because his cell-mate is being punished with a week’s telly deprivation, but they are too kind-hearted to expect him to do without it (though not kind-hearted enough to allow him any books).  His address is now (best to write it out in full, though only the cell number has changed):

HMP Barlinnie,

Tim Rustige  -  134031,

‘A’ Hall  -  3/40,

81 Lee Avenue,

GLASGOW,  G33  2QX

He has had no visitors since being transferred to Barlinnie, as he himself has first to apply for each individual to be admitted and, as yet, does not know anyone to name as a prospective visitor.  Is there anyone in Glasgow who would get in touch with him, so that he can apply to the authorities for permission for them to visit ?

He is suffering from an ‘information vacuum’.

Some extracts from letters:

‘Yes, 23 hours, some days 24, locked in cell  -  just out to descend three floors of steps with a tray and bowl and get lunch and dinner, then back up  -  locked in cell and eat there, and wash bowl (soup/custard) in washbasin.  No sanitary/hygienic Fairy Liquid or sponge or scrubpad.  Just fingers and warm water, and dry on shower towel.  Dinner plates are issued with meals and collected straight after meals (plastic plates/plastic cutlery)  …

‘Yep  -  my early tag-release paperwork processing is now all on hold/suspended.  So all  have to focus on is my August 11th half sentence release date  -  which is a further source of depression on top of ‘shit’ conditions and food here.  Little wonder my old blood pressure complaint is playing up again  -  but qualified/trusted medical treatment here is a joke, so suffer in stoic silence.  Stubborn pensioner!  Such is life for cyber-harassment (alleged) criminals who are labelled by an IP address for paying the phone bill!?  -  and acting in the public interest.

‘One day here is a week’s equivalent to life in HMP Grampian.  Little wonder the violence/frustrations/self-harm/suicide rates are sky high  -  a fact you won’t find published in the public-interest media  …

‘The 23 (often 24) hours a day lock-ins, plus showers every other day, razors and scissors on request  …  same as phone calls  …  same as library (been here 13 days and requested library every day so far, without result) all has a less than positive effect on the body, soul and psyche.  Then throw in the cold to warm pigswill food factor, and depression is a constant to deal with.

‘As far as I am concerned, HMP Barlinnie administration are delinquent in their duty of care and violation of basic human rights.’

And again:

‘The way my blood pressure is playing up this past few days  -  stress, crap diet  -  then I’ll have a dizzy spell turn into another stroke and exit Barlinnie in a body-bag.  Which would doubtless suit our Scottish government and judiciary antagonists, as then at least one exposé campaigner would be the less to deal with and silence.’

WHAT  CAN  BE  DONE  TO  HELP  RUSTY ?

He’s made a few suggestions:-

‘How to move matters forward ?  I dunno.  Protest to Scottish prison service/HMP Barlinnie management and inquire on the details of my early-release paperwork processing  -  the ‘home detention curfew’ release, as it is known.  That paperwork was started at HMP Grampian on the 13^th May, just prior to the riot and transfer to here.

‘Play on the ’65-year-old pensioner’ and ‘political prisoner of conscience’ factors  -  locking investigative journalists and satirical bloggers in prison for exposing government corruption and covering up vile paedophile-ring crimes.

‘Maybe the Scottish Prison Service will get the message  -  as my release (tag/early) criterion lies with them and not the police or Crown Office.

‘The only factor that might delay/slow down the tag release paperwork processing is that as an ‘England’ resident the ‘community assessment’ side of the tag-release paperwork has to go to our local ‘Trafford’ (Greater Manchester) probation service, and they then contact Ren to verify I/we own our home and I am welcome to return there (how Kafkaesque).  Then, once they report back to the SPS here with a ‘positive’ response, the release paperwork moves into the final stages.

‘Further plans that might be tendered are:

1        to e-mail (or write) to the HMP Grampian management a request for information/news on when visits to ‘Ellon Block’ prisoners will be resumed.  Specifically, when will the prisoners of Ellon 2-A Hall who were not involved in the destructive riot, and whose hall and cells were undamaged be transferred back to HMP Grampian, to facilitate visits from Aberdeen and Peterhead friends and family.  That might generate some accurate information in response.

2        Saturate-bomb the entire prison system with questions and inquiries, focussing on the factor ‘he was not a common or garden criminal but a ‘political prisoner’ whose fate and well-being and early release are a public-interest issue of primary importance to supporters around the UK and globally.

‘So, anything goes, either individually or collectively.’

These are people besides the prison authorities that he suggests it may be worth contacting:

All MSPs at Holyrood and MPs at Westminster (see their respective government websites for addresses) especially: Hugh Henry MSP (Labour); Ken Mackintosh MSP (Labour); Mary Scanlon MSP (Conservative); Alison McInnes MSP (Lib Dem); Frank Roy MP (Labour); David Burrows MP (Conservative); Priti Patel (Conservative)

Roseanna Cunningham MSP (Minister for Community Safety and Legal Affairs)

John Carr, Children’s Charities Coalition on Internet Safety (contact e-mail on their website)

DI Neal Burton: contact via Scotland Yard/Met’s website address (he is the guy who collared Timothy Storey for online grooming, and is assigned to the kiddie porn squad)

Detective Superintendent Dave Gray is the head of operation Yew Tree and already on board.

I would certainly keep hammering away at Rusty’s own MP, Graham Brady, who needs to be swamped in letters, e-mails and phone calls.  I refuse to believe these MPs can do nothing to help their extraordinarly renditioned constituents.

Also, I’d suggest having a go at the new Chief Constable of Cheshire, Simon Byrne, due to take office some time in June, but at present at the Met.  He’s already been contacted re the Cheshire forces eagerness to hand Robert and Rusty over to Grampian Police/Police Scotland.

Must go  -  I want to write to Rusty before the post goes, and also ring the prison, as suggested.

All the best,

Gillian

So please everybody do your best and get Rusty out of that hell hole.  He is a 65 year old pensioner in a place not fit for pigs.

For all new readers Timothy Rustige is a prisoner of conscience banged up in the hell hole called Barlinnie for trying to tell the world that Cunt Angiolini, ex Lord Advocate of Scotland is what it says on the can.  Timothy is halfway through is actual incarceration and is bearing up magnificently

Well the campaign to get Rusty free from the wretched HMP Barlinnie seems to have had some affect on the powers that be.  Here are excerpts from recent letters from Rusty kindly passed on by our good friend Gillian.

The tone is positive and up-beat and I suggest Rusty is using all his powers to step back from the aura of bestiality that pervades Victorian Barlinnie.

Excerpts from Rusty’s latest:

31^st May                                                                        

Had a video link ‘visit’ (cyber-variety) from Scott yesterday afternoon relating the antics of Robert’s trial hearing at Aberdeen Sheriff Court.  He relates that Robert’s trial is now set for late June  (I’m sure I’ll be brought up-to-date with the full details in the coming week) and mentioned the sheriff cautioning the trio of broomstick merchants over harassing Robert outside the court.  (These are the women allegedly taking part in the abuse of Hollie Greig, who form the Hollie Hoax Group.  One of whom is supposed to be something to do with GCHQ in Cheltenham)

Okay, now for a bit of semi-good news.  Due to receipt of letters of complaint from supporters I was summoned to the Deputy Governor’s office yesterday and basically fobbed off with the fact that Barlinnie ‘is a prison’ and the food is okay.  (?  He eats it every day, and he looks like a Dickensian-Pickwickian Toby jug  -  paunchy  -  with the handle missing.)  Same with the 23-hour lock-in: “It is a prison”.  Maybe get moved to low-risk ‘D’ Hall, be given a job  -  etc, etc, et al.  Too many in here since Grampian transfers filled the place to bursting capacity  -  etc  -  and more excuses/no exceptions/all criminals.

However, he assured me I was now back on low-risk category status again and my stalled tag-release paperwork would be started …  from ‘day one’ (?) in the ‘near future’!  Que ?

Apparently he’s rattled by the stream of support mail I’m receiving.  He doesn’t like hi-viz public interest (public concern) prisoners queering up his little fiefdom with petitions/protests from outside in the ‘real world’.

So my stalled (13/5/14 early tag-release paperwork will not be re-started but simply started again from scratch  -  and can take up to six weeks to expedite: OR a couple of days, IF Barlinnie call up Ren to do the ‘community assessment’ and simply inquire if we have/own our own home/live there/she’s my wife, and if I’m welcome back there at that address.  Hmmmm  -  all so easy  …  and so hard.

Conversely, the prison officers on our H3 landing in A-Hall are quite aware of the Hollie Greig scandal and the fact I’m a political prisoner/freelance journalist, in here for exposing the links of ranking government and judiciary officials to the scandal of investigation-suppression and cover-up  -  and they too are gob-smacked at the stream of support mail I’m receiving (they have to open it).  They relate I’m a ‘hot potato’ for the Deputy Governor to juggle if he gets bombarded with protest mail from supporters, questioning why my tag-release paperwork processing was stalled when I had no involvement with the Grampian riot  -  and why it has to be re-started from day one when the processing was already two weeks in motion. 

Hence the gospel according to the prison officers themselves is to bombard the system (Scottish Prison Service) and specifically the Barlinnie Deputy Governor with polite inquiries and protests (e-mails and letters) concerning the status of my stalled early tag-release paperwork.

Please circulate this to all and sundry  -  especially David Icke and Chris Spivey websites and the UK Column.  I’ve already written to Belinda with theis latest information viz the meeting with the Deputy Governor  -  who didn’t seem too happy with having a published author/investigative journalist stuck in his bailiwick and likely to write all manner of less than complimentary articles about Barlinnie (or him!) in future days.

Hence any and all letters of inquiry and protest might just get my tag release moving ahead.  Let’s hope so.

Seriously, when I was face-to-face with the Deputy Governor I could instinctively tell he was unnerved and intimidated by all the letters of complaint and protest expressing concern viz my welfare.  If  enough supporters can be persuaded to carry on contacting the Scottish Prison Service/HMP Barlinnie with a deluge of e-mails and letters questioning my tag release, and why it was blocked/stalled rather than re-started from where it left off, then the campaign could pick up force at an exponential rate and galvanise the prison authorities into processing my tag-release paperwork sooner rather than later.

Many grateful thanks to everyone for their concern and continued petitioning/protest efforts on my behalf.  It warms my spirit and soul to know that I have supporters out there exposing and combating the injustices visited on Robert and myself and others over this venal scandal viz Hollie and the Aberdeen ‘untouchables’ paedo-abuse ring.

Let us not overlook the critical point factor in all petition/protest to HMP Barlinnie: that the imprisonment of journalists/writers/satirical bloggers bears the historical stigmata of a society/totalitarian regime with something to hide.

Well, all you guys outside can do is try  …

1^st June

My blood pressure is down and I feel a bit better in myself with now knowing what the score is with the paperwork, and the fact that my previous prisoner ‘low risk’ category (back to ‘high’ for us all due to transfer) was back to ‘low’ again.

Hard-core HMP Barlinnie is chocker-block full due to the HMP Grampian transfers.  All Ellon Block convicted prisoners plus all remand and ‘protection’ block prisoners from Ellon Level 3  -  in fact the Deputy governor related that only the ‘lifers’ were left there, and the women prisoners in Banff Block.  The Young Offenders were cleared out too  -  even though in Cruden Block.  Must have had their own riot, maybe ?

So let’s hope Barlinnie’s ‘no rooms at the inn’/full house factor works in my favour when the letters of complaint/protest start to arrive on the Governor’s desk questioning my stalled early-release paperwork, and they decide to free up some cell space and expedite my tag release.

First of June today  -  the 3^rd on Tuesday  -  my earliest (quarter sentence) tag-release date.  Hence I could -  if HMP Barlinnie’s hierarchy got their proverbial fingers out, be legally released on a home-detention curfew (HDC) licence and tagged from Tuesday onwards  -  up to August 11^th, when I’m a free man anyway.

The melanoma on my forearm isn’t malignant (yet ?!) but a damned nuisance if I don’t have access to decent skin moisturisers  -  which I’ve no chance of here.  But that’s the least of cumulative health problems on this malnutrition diet regime.  I told the Deputy Governor (he eats prison slop every day) I live off raw foods/veg-salads-fruit and home-made juices diet when at home and ‘never’ touch processed or junk foods in any shape or form -  especially the ‘chew and spew’ variety served in Scottish prisons.

But since meeting the Deputy Governor on Friday and knowing that supporters will push/petition for my tag release, then I’m more positive in my outlook that something can be salvaged from this ‘SNAFU’ of a riot and transfer incident.

In the ‘real world’ and our unbridled freedom of movement we seem to overlook the bounty of life (sunshine and fresh air) and in here the most insignificant things take on a profound significance.  A hairbrush, skin lotion, a razor, a shave, a shower when you want (and need) one  -  ironing clothes, a handkerchief  -  all denied.  Nail files, emery boards  -  snagged nails are a constant annoyance.  Then we have diet.  Say no more on that controversial subject matter!

I so miss my early-morning jogging  -  one-and-a-half hours, rain or shine.  That ritual inspires a heightened state of awareness, due to the respiration/cardio-vascular exertion, and promotes such crystal clarity of thought and mind, and creative thinking  -  and that I miss almost as much as my beloved Ren and family and grandchildren.  I’ve forever been the outdoors child  -  and especially so in the wilds  -  the more rugged the better, if I’m on my own.

Ha  -  small wonder that so many of the HMP Barlinnie inmates are on ‘meds’/ ‘happy pills’ to ease their angst and suffering.  But not me  -  no thanks.

More news and better news from Rusty

2 June, 2014

Well, the intrepid efforts of my stalwart supporters are having a definite  -  hopefully positive  -  effect with HMP Barlinnie management.

This morning I had the actual A-Hall Governor come to my cell purposely viz the same concerns  -  basically the same ground was covered.  Thus I was able to express concerns on diet (I’ve been on a raw food diet since suffering a stroke in 2012) and told him the accumulative negative effects of this poor diet were going to play havoc with my health down the road.

As to my stalled Home Detention Curfew (HDC) early-release paperwork processing, he advised me he was going over to the HDC Office after leaving me to ascertain the status of my tag-release processing   -  with me advising that my earliest tag-release date is actually tomorrow  -  the 3^rd June.

So everyone’s efforts are already serving to galvanise the management into addressing prisoner-orientated concerns  -  and perhaps, regarding this morning’s visit from the Governor, some positive action in initiating my early tag release.  Big thank you to you all!  I shall keep you scrupulously posted on news and developments as they evolve.  Hopefully further letters of compliant and petition for my early tag release will galvanise the hierarchy into definite and prompt action to get rid of this ‘hot potato’ (me) and, too, free up some cell (dungeon) space.

(Later)

Second round of thanks to Belinda and everyone.  I’m  -  as of this morning  -  inundated with 3 deliveries (parcels) of writing pads and envelopes  -  enough to keep me going for months (hopefully won’t need for that long).  So please ask Belinda to post on blog a big thank you to all supporters for this (am writing to them anyway) effort and display of kindness, and let them know I’m now alright for stationeries.  What a superb and passionate display of support  -  bravo, and so grateful to all concerned. 

Viz BBC Alba (Scotland) TV today  -  the BBC (nationwide?) are to (finally) air a programme exposing the crimes and misdemeanours of Sir Jimmy Savile  -  originally blocked by BEEB hierarchy a few years back just in case it started jogging victims’ memories and rattling skeletons in cupboards.  The BBC disgust me.  As I write I have here before me a letter from BBC Alba to Anne Greig apologising (dated 10/6/2009) for spiking, at the last minute, the well-researched programme ‘Hollie’s Story’  -  claiming they would be unable to defend any resulting libel actions that the airing sparked.  Hand of one Levy & McCrae scumbag evident here.  Eminence Gris, Rasputin of the Glens  -  one Peter Watson, maybe ?

Thus we speculate: if the Savile scandal has prompted the BEEB to finally air an updated version of their earlier spiked story, when might they be prompted to likewise aire Anne and Hollie’s story ?  Hopefully the Justice for Hollie campaign reaches a critical mass state and erupts in a chain reaction of biblical proportions.

I really do hope that my next news is of a favourable report regarding my tag release being approved and processed, and I’m out of here before the summer of 2014 goes the way of the dodo.  Oh well, worst case scenario is August 11^th and tomorrow is the 69-day halfway point of sentence served (suffered?)

So keep up the good works, all of the scores of you out there who write to me.  Your latest efforts on my behalf, petitioning HMP Barlinnie management, and the result it elicited today is a great morale booster.  Let’s have fingers crossed that the Governor is as good as his word and he kick-starts the stalled tag processing  -  and that their HDC Department don’t come up with some pathetic excuse that I don’t qualify for an early tag release.  We shall see!

So there we have it a perfect picture of a man who can see the pot of gold at the bottom of the rainbow.  Keep your chin up old chap and you will soon be in Ren’s arms once more and bugger Angiolini, McCaskill, Salmond and others their day is yet to come.

For a long time now I have known what causes the imbalance of mind amongst clergy and mainly Catholic clergy at that, when they abuse young children, in the main young boys.  My old friend, Tom Doyle, the Dominican priest who has been fighting clerical sexual abuse of children in America for the past 30 years and is renowned in the legal world as being the foremost expert on this subject all over the Christian realm, explained it to me some years ago.

When you take an 11 year old boy and lock him up in a junior seminary like St Bede’s in Manchester was in my time and give him little access to his family and the outside world and being surrounded by other boys of like persuasion and priests who more often than not were abused as children and learnt their grooming skills as boys themselves and at 18 send him to senior seminary with even less access to humanity and make him a priest at 24, that man is still emotionally an 11year old boy.  He has not matured emotionally having had no proper contact with the outside world.  Therefore as a mature man of 24 he considers himself on a par with 11 year old boys.  It is therefore easy for him to consider abusing young boys who come into contact with him.  His emotional development, that most of us take for granted, having gone through the long hard grind of puberty and youthfulness, does not take place.  Most abusing priests do not think they do any harm, most of them in fact do not think they have committed a crime, they cannot comprehend the almost god-like idea a priest has in the minds of children until confronted in therapy.

Tom arrived at this idea after studying thousands of cases in America since the early 1980s, he even explained it to the Catholic Bishop’s Conference of America in the late 1980s but unfortunately he was preaching to the emotionally immature.  Even now the conniving Archbishop Carlson of St Louis has stated recently in a clerical abuse case that when he was a young priest in the 1980s he was not sure that adults having sex with chilren was a crime.  This was from an intelligent, well educated, man of God.  He was not even sure when he was an Auxilliary Bishop of St Paul in Minneapolis in the late 1980s whether it was a crime for a priest to have sex with children.  So even has you climb the ladder of success in the Church, this emotional immaturity does not improve.  It is well worth watching the various film clips between Carlson and the advocate , Jeff Anderson, on Bishop Accountability website and those on Anderson Advocates website to show the absolute paucity of emotional maturity in these men.

So having understood the main and real causes that sets a man of God on the road to perfidiousness, I turned my attention to another branch of society who are up to their eyebrows in paedophilia.  These men get sent to boarding schools at 11 years of age and then at 18 join strictly male dominated societies at good universities and on graduation do not always become employed in the outside world before entering the world of politics and then onto male dominated cabinet positions.  Yes senior politicians of all parties are more often than not found at some stage to have dipped more than their feet into the murky depths of paedophilia and yes as well their emotional development has not matured.  They will easily patronise women, easily tell lies to anybody who will listen, easily consider theirselves untouchable.

Yes, the politician and the clergyman are of one and the same ilk.

News in this morning From Timothy Rustige, the 65 year old Altrincham man incarcerated in a Scottish Victorian cess-pit called HMP Barlinnie for nothing more than letting people know that the former and disgraced Lord Advocate of Scotland, Elish Angiolini, was nothing other than a depraved cunt.  While Timothy’s early release date was the 3rd June 2014, the riot at HMP Grampian, which he had no hand in, caused about 100 prisoners to be transferred to Barlinnie and his early release process stopped.

However  over the last week prisoners who had been at Grampian with him and in fact been guilty of criminal activity have had their early release papers sanctioned even though they had been imprisoned after Timothy.  Whereas this process is in the remit of the Scottish Prison Service, it seems there is a dark vindictive hand moving the pieces in this crazy game of chess.  We can only think that Alex Salmond is this dark vindictive hand because his paranoia is overcoming his political judgement in the run up to the vote in September that decides whether he goes or stays.

So while Timothy, who has bugger all else to do in his enforced 23 hour per day lock in, decided to pen this little ditty to spell out what Salmond and his cronies in the SNP are about.  Mr Prisoner of Conscience Timothy Rustige, if you can hear me, stand up and take a bow, you are the Poet Laureate of Barlinnie. 

ALEX  SALMOND  AND HIS  SNP:  ALPHABETICALLY  DEFINED

 A is for Alex  -  the Porky Pie’s handle,

L stands for Liar  -  viz the Hollie Greig scandal,

E for Evasion of FOI Commission demands,

X for Xenophobia of Sassenach exposé bands.

S is for Secrets and Speculative Society,

A for Aberdeen  -  a den of paedophile disquiety,

L for Legality  -  a marketable proposition,

M for Masonic  -  corrupt crony sedition,

O for Obese  -  Salmond’s gluttonous condition,

N stands for Nonces  -  immune from prosecution,

D for Damnation  -  the fate of criminal institutions.

S precedes the Scandal that Alex tries to hide,

N is for Neglect  -  injustice’s eager bride,

P for Police  -  an insult to Scotland’s pride.

With the news of the latest horrific scandal to hit the Catholic Church in Ireland that of the thousands of deaths of young children in mother and baby homes around the country, the Catholic Church will surely have to think of throwing in the towel.  The Church had such a grip on the minds and hearts of people in the last two thirds of the 20th century and aided by nodding and consenting politicians, they could literally do what they liked to women and children.

The news of this debacle eventually came out from Catherine Corless, a local historian in the Tuam area of Galway.  She had discovered after years of intricate research that circa 800 babies had died at the Bon Secours Home in Tuam and had not been officially registered, this information allied to the discovery of a concrete tank full of skeletal remains of children in the grounds of the former home, led people to think that all was not well with the management of the Home.  Catherine had been trying for years to alert the Church to the problem but they insisted on keeping it quiet.  A similar cover-up to all the rest of the cover-ups made fashionable by the modern day Catholic Church.

News quickly followed of other mother and baby homes round the country and of missing children and unmarked graveyards, similar to the thousands of cillins scattered around the country.  Cillins were unconcecrated graveyards used for hundreds of years by the people of this country because the Church would not allow parents to bury still-born or unbaptised children in consecrated land.  The fathers of these poor children would go at the dead of night to these known places, dig a shallow grave and place their dead baby into the excavated ground and mark the spot with a rough stone.

This demeaning practice allowed by the intransigent Church was bad enough but there was something about these modern deaths that was a whole lot more sinister.  Old nuns and pharmaceutical companies started coming forward explaining the chemical trials on vaccination that were allowed by Church and State that took place in the 1940s and 50s, injecting chemical cocktails into children to see what effect they would have.  These vaccinations were meant for cattle, obviously children were more dispensable than cattle, they were being treated like rats in a laboratory.

Running alongside all of this new and cascading information were the trials being conducted in Brussels at the International Common Law Court of Justice, where the satanic practices of christian religions were being examined.  Last year the Queen of England and Pope Benedict XVI were found guilty of satanic rites and murder of innocents, and this year it is the turn of the new Pope, Borgoglio, Pope Francis, Justin Welby, the Archbishop of Canterbury and Adolphus Pachon, the head of the Jesuits to be examined on similar charges.  Witnesses are coming forward testifying that they have seen these men invoved in the ritual murder of children at various sites round the world, where young children are sacrificed on an altar, their bodies dismembered and their blood drank.

Pachon immediately tendered his resignation and the latest news emanating from the Vatican is that the new Pope Francis is in bad health and might have to step down.  We might yet get a time harking back to the 15th Century when we had three popes treading the boards.

Back to Ireland where the Garda Siocana, alerted at last to the discovery of all these skeletal remains, had started their investigations even though these remains were first known about in 1975 after a group of young boys discovered this tank whilst playing.  The politicians sensing another political Armageddon and the newspapers, abiding by their political masters warnings, all kept quiet but eventually the trickle from the hole in the information dyke became a thundering torrent as information came pouring out.  The politicians still trying to back away from the public inquiry that was demanded saying they could do nothing whilst a Garda investigation was taking place.  The truth of the matter is that everybody was shitting themselves, everybody knew but nobody was saying, hearing or seeing.  The three wise monkeys were back in town.

Early news coming out of the Garda investigation is that the skeletal remains are of dismembered bodies.  The unconcerned are probably saying that the nuns cut up these young bodies so that they could be packed tighter into the confined space.  Sardines in a can you could say.

However the dutiful and I count myself as one of these suggests that these dismembered skeletons are the result of this satanic sacrifice that the Church is wholly and totally involved in.  It is a religion within a religion, a wheel within a wheel.  I think it is time you people, who still give their minds and money to the goodness of the Church, step back for a moment and examine yourselves and beliefs and get out of there as quick as you possibly can.  You are sitting on a timebomb, the clock is ticking and I hope you realise that to continue to connect to this blasted Church you will have the blood of thousands of children on your hands.

The old Victorian health spa of Barlinnie, just a stone’s throw north of the Clyde and on the edge of the Seven Lochs Wetland Park is slowly disappearing up its own rectum after its much heralded rebirth under its present governor, Derek McGill.  After over £250 was spent in a two day overhaul of its over a 100 year old management practices, it has been realised that the sun don’t shine where the sun don’t shine.  The Scottish Prison Service has been proven to be of the same ilk as its politicians, legal types, civil servants and social workers.  They are all lying, conniving, deceitful, robbing bastards, who are up to their eyebrows in illegality and worse.

After promising that things had changed in this old holiday resort and welcoming into its unescapable arms all the old toe-rags from north of the border plus one or two international tourists who got caught up in the spiders web of Caledonian capers that calls itself law in this kilted wonderland in which Barlinnie proudly stands at its helm, we find that all is not necessarily so.  Not everything that is written on the can is what you actually get.

I will just include here what the Scottish Prison Service says in its blurb and then include an excerpt from a letter from Rusty sent to via my friend Gillian.  Make up your own minds then whether its Rusty or the SPS who are speaking the truth.  My money is on Rusty.

The SPS blurb

Our purpose is to maintain secure custody and good order, whilst caring for its prisoners with humanity and delivering opportunities which give the best chance to reduce re-offending.

Our vision is aimed at concentrating on five key themes:-

a.) Leadership in correctional service.  We aim to ensure that the prisoners we deal with are less likely to re-offend.

b.) A prison estate that is fit for purpose.  That the prison estate is fit for the 21st century – where the living conditions for prisoners and working conditions for staff will serve our goal of correctional excellence.

c.) The highest standards of service.  We aim for consistently high standards, not the cheap and cheerful.  We are committed to quality in everything we do.  We will look everywhere for best practice.

d.) Respect for our staff.  We need to ensure that our work is valued by society.

e.) Value for money for the taxpayer.  We have to make effective use of our resources and we must reduce our costs.  The w2hole purpose opf the move towards a focussed correctional agenda is to show the work we do can and does make a difference to the behaviour of those who have passed through our care. 

 From Rusty, 12 June, 2014  

 Support mail continues to arrive, albeit at a diminished rate, but is a morale-booster regardless of volume, with letters informing me that supporters are writing/have written to HMP BarlinnieGovernor protesting my stalled (blocked?) tag release when other Grampian transfer prisoners are having such processed and going home.  But as I’ve mentioned previously, this environment is dominated by an information vacuum  -  doubtless by design  -  and with the vindictive ‘payback’ manner my case has been dealt with (same as Robert’s) since my original March 2014 arrest to February 2014 trial, sentencing and imprisonment, I would not be at all surprised if my ‘prisoner sheet’ has a black mark on it to keep me incarcerated until August 11^th  -  and then, on that fateful Monday morning, arrange for a ‘gate arrest’ by Aberdeen police on some other trumped up/concocted charge, to drag me before another bent sheriff and have me remanded  -  as was Robert  -  to keep me out of circulation and gagged over my knowledge (encyclopaedic) of this corrupt crony cultures litany of crimes and cover-ups.

 So, please write and enlighten me on the progress of the online petition and how many signatures it is gathering.  What will be done with it actually?  Will it be copied to the SNP hierarchy or Barlinnie Governor?  Alas, the ‘information vacuum’ strikes again and I’m down to guessology on everything.  A most frustrating and annoying circumstance for an investigative journalist who thrives on information and research work.

 Oh, self-harm central Barlinnie has had another cell-mate murder in E Block, and a couple of nights ago another suicide in B Block.  Obviously someone not too impressed with the Barlinnie customer service.  Int incidents that are likely to make the front pages of the politically-correct/censured media, eh what?

 Non-smokers are a rarity here  -  only a couple of non-smoking cells.  My ‘co-pilot’ (don’t laugh  -  that’s the official SPS terminology) cell-mate has been released this morning (24 months served  -  drugs/robbery) so I’m now on my own  -  probably only for a few hours until the courts’ end-of-day business  -  then I’ll have another co-pilot.  But nice to get the cell sorted out to my military-organisation standard  -  and quiet, too: telly off, at last.

 Last co-pilot was heroin addict/on meds daily  -  methadone  -  and a compulsive/obsessive paranoid psychotic  -  basically a control freak  -  which didn’t work with me.  He was only 45  -  same age as my eldest son.  What a human mess  -  no chance of rehabilitation/reform  -  mind set on getting boozed and some illegal ‘high’.

 So  -  viz non-smoking  -  there might be a chance I’ll be on my own for a single night at least, and not have to stuff my ears with damp bog roll to cut out the 24/7 noise that reverberates around this voluminous acoustic echo chamber.  Cell-door kicking/banging/screaming/shouting  -  you name it  -  run out of adjectives and verbs.

 Just hope that Belinda’s blog and the protest campaign letter-writing to HMP Barlinnie Governor and the online petition all go viral and attract a storm of vehement and repeated complaints to the hierarchy here to prompt my tag release  -  fingers crossed.  At least I have enough writing pads to keep me going until August 11^th.   I’ll continue to scribble, and turn the pages of Pickwick’s journal. 

 Oh, I put my name down for a haircut and library on the ‘please sir’ list each morning this week  -  so far, to little avail.  Nothing new there!  Cell-mate waited 3 weeks for a haircut.  Waistline continues to reduce and firm up due to the ‘zero anything’ calorie diet.  Ha!  No fears with high cholesterol and blocked arteries on this swill that the Deputy Governor reckons he eats with relish!  Hmmm  -  home comforts, zilch.  Quality of life on a scale of 1 to 10 (with 1 being low)  = minus 3!  In fact, life in Barlinnie adds up to a big zero in all aspects of a tourist guide assessment  -  perfectly instanced by today’s lunch: 2 rounds of bread  -  egg/mayo sandwiches  -  with ‘salad’, which consisted of 5 thin slices of cucumber  -  no lettuce or tomato.  Obviously the Deputy Governor must have raised an eyebrow at his polystyrene plate with this ‘Oliver Twist’ ‘some more?’ manifestation (I don’t think).

 Well, here in my preferred isolation (for now) I’ll cherish its transient value  -  or hopefully be left in non-smoking solitude for a while  -  or released on a tag licence.

So having read Rusty’s letter the only one of the five visions I can see them living up to is e.) about cost cutting.  The lunch must have cost about five pence but I have to laugh about the word “care”.

Well Rusty has about eight weeks to go and I am sure he will survive this inhumane treatment but if you have a god send him a prayer and let us hope by some fluke he might hear you and give Rusty some comfort.

Our beautiful, friendly and much deluded Pope Francis also known as Jorge Borgoglio, has decided in his wisdom to call a Synod of Bishops to review the Catholic Church’s teaching on family life in October this year.  You would think what a wholesome and good thing to do until you start lifting the stones that are  scattered around in this area.  The Pope wants 150 good men and true to guide him through the modern conundrum that is family life today.

But our beautiful, friendly and not so daft former President of Ireland, Mary McAleese, who only lives across the lake from us when she is not so busy studying Canon Law at the Pontifical Gregorian University in Rome, thinks differently.  She used a prestigious occasion at University College in Dublin, where she received the university’s highest honour, the Ulysses medal to comment on the Pope’s synod.

She described the Pope as “completely bonkers”.  She said there was “just something profoundly wrong and skewed about asking 150 male celibates” to review the Catholic Church’s teaching on family life.  She said the Pope had raised expectations of change but the odds of this happening were very poor.

The Pope has said while he wanted a new role for women in the Church, discussion of women priests was off the table, while other senior roles in the Vatican continue to be filled by men in a manner that lacked transparency.  She said “you don’t need a new theology for women, you just need to end the old boys club”.

In advance of the Synod the Vatican has circulated a working questionnaire seeking feed back on pastoral issues of marriage and family.  This questionnaire was written by a panel of Jesuits, what better men to pontificate on these matters.

Mrs McAleese wrote back immediately on receipt of this paper and said “I’ve got a much simpler questionnaire and its only got one question and here it is.  How many of the men who will gather top advise you as pope on the family have ever changed a baby’s nappy.  I regard this as a very, very serious question”.

34 years ago John Paul II in the first synod of his papacy issued a similar instrumentum laboris , a paper for discussion and most of the problems are still alive today.  So Catholic women do not hold your breath.

In a way Mary McAleese is right in calling the Pope to the plate, a Pope who says everything and probably does nothing but I wonder whether she has missed his point.  I know and hopefully Francis knows that these 150 men who form the synod probably know more about changing nappies than Mary does.  These men in their 50s,60s and 70s in the pursuit of their ministries would not have just had one wife but a series of wives.  They will have spread their seed to produce numerous children.  No doubt each one of them in the course of their priestly duties may have had up to ten children, because for them family planning and the use of contraceptives would also have not been on the table or even in his wallet.  No, I firmly believe Francis was right in picking these 150 celibate in name but not in nature men.  They are probably the most house trained men in the world.

Of course do not just take my word for it.  Click here. Richard Sipe is a former Benedictine monk who spent years counselling errant priests and is considered by most to be a world expert on the celibacy of priests.

On Thursday last, 19th June 2014, St Bede’s College in Manchester unofficially announced the appointment of their new head teacher, Mr Richard Robson who is the Deputy Head of St Joseph’s College in Reading.  Mr Robson was appointed to that post in 2011 after a teaching job in Basingstoke.  I understand is subject is drama and that he had trained at the Old Vic amongst other places.

St Joseph’s College in Reading has a similar profile as St Bede’s but is a much smaller independent school with only 256 pupils in the age group 11 – 18, roughly 66% girls and 33% boys  It has the same supposedly Catholic ethos has Bede’s, how that attracts would be parents I do not know because as we know Tony Blair is a Catholic and so was Tommy Duggan and it says the present head is a practising Christian whatever that means.  Let us just say that Joseph’s ethos is probably a little less severe than Bede’s.  About 33% of its pupils are Catholics but there were never many left footers down south any way.  They brazenly boast that their alumni include Miss Marion Faithfull and Miss Alma Cogan.  Two very pretty women but hardly anything to boast about.

St Joseph’s was a girls convent school until 2010 when it became co-educational so in the last four years it has gone through a series of great changes.  All its management team have been appointed in the last three years and although in that time its results in public examination declined it seems last year there was a slight improvement.  Let us hope they might have turned the corner.

Their latest ISI report says that the pupils are above average intelligence and the quality of teaching is described as good with no safeguarding issues.  It seems a nice run of the mill school with nice staff and nice pupils all being very nice to each other but Reading has always been noted for its niceness.

So everything looks good for Mr Richard Robson, who from the sound of his name must have had historic root in the North East of England where the ractising Catholics are known to be rugged and fair but take no prisoners.  I wish him well because by gad he will need all the luck that can be doled out.  I really do hope he is going into this job with his eyes well and truly open and I do hope the staff rally round him but I have fears about present senior management.  They bring an awful amount to the table that should not be there and hopefully this problem will be looked at first.

Mr Robson’s talents it seems stems from the stage and this grounding should have given him overflowing confidence which hopefully he can cascade down to his staff who have been woefully treated these last few years.  I really do hope that he is the man for the job and I really do hope he succeeds.  But what a job he has and it would be lovely to see whether his wise words will achieve anything with regard to chopping the dead wood at governor level but with Brain in charge it’s doubtful.

So I am upbeat and positive and long may it be that way after the debacle that has been Bede’s for the last few years.  However there are questions still to be asked but I doubt whether they will ever be answered.  How is it that such a senior position was able to be filled so quickly?  All done and dusted in a matter of weeks.  Surely this process must take longer just on a matter of notice alone, heads cannot be picked off a tree like apples, due process would normally mean a year between advertising and choosing and certainly this legerdemain by Bede’s as come as a shock to St Joseph’s who at this moment are only looking to fill the post of a Mathematics teacher.

Unless of course that it was known that kenless Kearney was a goner in January and that the scrawny arm of the Salford Diocese had started reaching out and fumbling with peoples lives six months ago when questions were asked and a few markers were called in because this how Bishops do business in the clerical world, furtively moving people around.  With one eye on the criticism that was levied after Kearney’s putsch in 2011 where no due process took place, it must have been decided that something reasonable had to be seen to have happened and therefore this sham of advertising, interviewing and selection was put out.  I wonder who applied?  Was there many candidates?  We shall never know but surely the parents are owed something.

So with that dirty cloud hanging over the appointment I would just like to welcome Mr Robson into the real world of Manchester and Salford education, a million miles away from the niceness of Reading.  This arena is where you sink or learn to swim very quickly, it might have been an idea for somebody to ride shotgun for him to watch his rear for sidewinders and backstabbers, they abound in leafy Whalley Range.

Let him think big, let him tread the boards like all the good actors knowing all the time that nothing is real, nothing is at all like what it says on the can. He has my  utmost support.  My artillery is trained on the governors of St Bede’s of which there is nearly as many as pupils at St Joseph’s College in Reading.

Yesterday after welcoming the new head of St Bede’s and offering him my best wishes in a posting entitled Salve Richard Robson, a prospective parent wrote a comment asking why I am so vindictive about the school when he on inspection found it so warm and wonderful.  He asked me for my thoughts and so I sat down early this morning to answer and my thoughts turned into so many words I decided to make another posting on the subject.  And to get one thing clear before we start I have no “beef” with the school, I wish it well, my “beef” is with the management and governance of the school.  It is this lack of good management and governance that the ISI report picked up on in its report early this year and unfortunately this problem has been apparent for some time and has created untold damage to its history, tradition and ongoing performance. 

So Alun, for it was Alun who asked me about my “beef” yesterday, I think I should set out my history with the school.  I attended Bede’s from September 1957 until July 1963 at which time, disheartened and dejected by my experiences but never abused sexually, Monsignor Duggan asked me to leave, my one and only interview with the man.  I did not appeal, I was happy to leave.  I had started in the top ten of the class in Upper thirds and slowly but surely worked my way down to the bottom three or four.  I was in the Classics stream and achieved six O level passes out of seven subjects, the maximum taken in Classics.  It can be said that except for games I did not enjoy my time there.

However when it came to educate my children I firmly believed the school had changed, a new head with good staff and they had just started to go co-educational and better still it was just round the corner from where we lived.  Four of my children went there and a fifth would have except we moved to Ireland and he received his secondary education in that country.

Three girls and one boy attended, the three girls did well eventually moving on to Jesus College, Oxford, Goldsmiths College in London and University College in Dublin.  The boy did not settle, although intelligent, the school was not for him and after moving on to Xaverian 6th form, he went to Liverpool University.  They attended Bede’s between 1986 and 2006, when it would be fair to say that the College was at the height of its powers, led by a head who kept a tight grip on most things.

Everything so far reasonably good but in November 2009 the Murphy Report was published in Ireland dealing with the clerical abuse of children in the Archdiocese of Dublin and the subsequent cover up of this abuse by the Church Authorities.  This was my Damascene moment, I was appalled by this cover up and started to realise how corrupt the Church really was.  I ceased to call myself a Catholic after being a reasonably good one, I had always followed the teachings and practices of the Church all my life.

At this same cathartic moment but not because of, I decided to start a blog, writing about everything and anything, whatever took my fancy when I awoke each morning, really to improve my writing skills and I enjoyed the practice.  One day in February 2010 I started to write on a Bedian theme.  I wrote of my experiences at the school and one day I wrote about a friend of mine, Michael, who had been sent up to Monsignor Duggan and from being a very bright boy he started to immediately go down hill until eventually he was thrown out of the school at the end of the Easter term in 1963.  Ten years later on a visit to Manchester he told me of his abuse at the hands of Duggan, he would have been 13 or 14 years old.  I was staggered and from that day in 1973 until 2010 I naively thought he was the only boy to have suffered.  He never had a job and eventually died in a crack den in Gorton in his early fifties.

So you can imagine my surprise when I started receiving e-mails from all over the world from former pupils at Bede’s telling of their experiences and the abuse they suffered from Duggan and others.  this outpouring of grief made me weep at times because of the wasted lives of the individuals concerned.  Tales from Australia, New Zealand, China, The Ukraine, Switzerland, France, Spain, Holland, England, Ireland, America and Canada.  It was as though they were all trying to get as far away from Bede’s as they could, running from the awful experiences they had suffered.  Stupidly I approached the Safeguarding Commission of the Salford Diocese.  My experiences with these people are well chronicled, all they want to do is keep a lid on any abuse but it ended up with the half-hearted apology from the bishop in March 2011 and will conclude with a case to be brought before the High Court in London in probably late 2015.

My experiences in dealing with the Salford Diocese during these last four years have proven to me how deceitful, conniving, divisive and non-tranparent the Church is on this and other issues.  They are a most un-christian organisation.

So up to this time my grievance was with the Diocese,  I had no interest with the school but I had been made aware of further publicised abuse at the school caused by the activities of William Green.  By 2012 I was in regular contact with about 70 or 80 former pupils who were telling me of abuse that had taken place at the school from 1950 into the turn of the century, 50 odd years of mainly abusing priests.  The court case next year concerns the abuse by Duggan and others in the period 1950 – 1966, the Green case covered the period from the late 1970s until the early 1990s.  Through correspondence I have learnt of other instances outside of these periods with other members of staff.

One day about three years ago I was talking to Sarah McDonald, the well known documentary maker who has specialised in this subject of child abuse.  She told me from her experiences  in institutions that once it becomes active in a location, it is almost impossible to eradicate it and certainly Bede’s have never confronted this problem, preferring to ignore its dangers and this philosophy showed itself clearly to the inspectors on their ISI visit to Bede’s late last year.  Whatever meaning and thought you put into words historic abuse is unfortunately now in all cases.  It will not go away until confronted and dealt with properly.  Bede’s have never done this.

In June 2011 I was handed a note, for that is all it was, from Monsignor Michael Quinlan, then Chair of Governors, to all parents informing them that the present head Michael Barber had left the school and a new head had been appointed, Daniel Kearney.  Getting rid of one head and appointing another in a matter of hours struck me as a very odd way of doing business and I started taking an interest in proceedings at the school.  People started writing to me about incidents that had happened in College, the turnover of staff, the lack of morale amongst the staff and the dissatisfaction of parents under this new regime.  I could see there was something seriously wrong, so I started taking a real interest.

All I can say is that in six years Bede’s has now had four heads and one acting head and more changes in the Board of Governors than you would consider reasonable.  I fear there is a cancer within the management and governance of the school which will take some considerable effort to remove, if it is at all possible and I have given Richard Robson, the new head, my best wishes and hope that he can retrieve the situation.  He will need all the help he can get.

My intention is not to sway you one way or the other regarding your child’s education, there are clearly some decent teachers still at the school but over the next 18 months the outside pressures about to be brought on the place in terms of historical clerical abuse will be devastating for all concerned.  Behind this facade of “a genuinely warm atmosphere, with every person to a man, woman, boy and girl being friendly, respectful and welcoming” there is a lot of dirt under the carpet.  After all Bede’s is a business and the brave and welcoming face will always be put forward.

Academically the school has dropped in six or seven years from one of the high achievers in the North West to no better than a decent comprehensive school.  It is only a shadow of what it was when my children were there and the verbal abuse I have had from present pupils suggests it aint going to improve in the short term.

The suggestion by Jimmy J in a comment on yesterday’s posting that the school “has had its fair share of difficulties” recently is possibly a massive understatement.  So Alun those are my thoughts and I wish you well with yours.  As far as I can see you will have a lot easier ride elsewhere.

With all the comings and goings at St Bede’s College in Manchester lately poor Mrs Sandra Pike dopes not know where she is or what she is.  In one part of the St Bede’s website she seems not to have relinquished her tight grip on the school because on the staff roll she still clings to the title of Acting Head but in another part she has tactfully handed back her powers and classes herself as senior deputy head(in small case).  But no matter her title, let us hope she is looking forward to meeting her new boss whether he starts in September or January and let us hope she steers the ship over the next while, with all the assurance she has shown in recent months.  She’s my gal is Sandra.

Talking of the website I noticed a remarkable bit of news.  It seems the governors, the recently formed new group consisting of some old faces and some relatively new including my good chum Helen West, who from her recent history, must have appeared a dead cert for the job by whoever picks these people, have regained their confidence.  They have put a notice up in the News section of the website.  It says “the Governors of the School would like to invite parents (Prep and College) to an informal update meeting on Wednesday 2nd July at 6.00pm.  A hugh amount of progress has been made during this academic year and the governors would like to recap on our many successes and set the score for a strong and successful future for St Bede’s.”

Well I would never have thought they would have had the gall to be that confident, most of them have just stepped into the job, so talking about “progress” and “successes” is a little premature even for such an august body of broken down priests and celebrity professionals.

Can I just run through the academic year quickly and pick out the highlights.

September 2013 back to school, not many governors in sight most having resigned some months previously.  Poor external examination results that put the school on a par with the decent comprehensive schools in the area.

December 2013 school in disarray with the Independent Schools Inspectorate crawling all over the place and asking questions that no decent body of gentlemen and gentlewomen should ask of a good Catholic School.  These bounders found everything to be fair dinkum except for the management and governance of the school and the fact that the safeguarding methods employed by this same management and governance was pathetically poor.

January 2014 at the post mortem on said ISI report the headmaster, Daniel Kearney, of the same good Catholic School threw his dummy out of the pram, went home and started sulking, leaving the school in disarray for the second month in a row.  Mrs Sandra Pike is asked to steady ship, she agrees and tries to steer into calmer waters.  A steady calming hand in a crisis is Sandra.

February 2014 Monsignor Quinlan realising the School was in disarray decided to quit, offering every excuse there was but the right one, thus leaving the school in disarray for the third month on the trot.  One of the old gang Flash Moynihan put uncertainly into place saying I am only doing this for a week or two, thus pulling the month of March into disarray as well.  New chair of Governors put in place, another flaming cleric. When will Bede’s be rid of this accursed clericalism.

March, April and May 2014 urgent discussions taking place at Board level while Kearney still sulking at home and considering his position.  The Football League Managers Association consulted and it was agreed that Danny Boy would leave his present position as long as he was paid 75% of his remaining contract.  The Bishop who was well hipped after drawing in monies from various secret funds, some of it said to be tax sensitive, happily paid Danny off and gave a few extra bob as luck money.  He put the rest into another secret fund to pay off the oncoming horde in the clerical abuse cases  about to burst.

June 2014 The way is now clear for a little bit of routine Catholic legerdemain how to turn a years due process into twenty odd days of undercover trickiness.  The calling in of a few markers and hey presto, one spanking new head.  Certainly the Salford Diocese know how to turn the wheel when they want speedy progress.  An actor struts proudly onto the stage ready to say his lines.  He can do no worse than the last man so lets give him a chance.

July 2014 Not yet here but doubts about Richard Robson’s availibility, possibly not around until January.  Good old Sandra is being searched for, can  she play the holding role once more.  Sandra is a good old sport, I’m sure she will.

Well if all that is “progress” and a compilation of “successes” I would not like to see failure.  So I would ask all parents who read this blog to tell other parents who aren’t as able and for you all to get down to this “informal update meeting” a week tomorrow and do not listen to any old blarney from this apprentice bunch of governors.  Ask the hard questions, do not be sullied by their PR blather.  Why was the post mortem on the report so badly handled?  Did Kearney and Quinlan jump or were they pushed?  Do we need so many clerics on the Board when the School got rid of most teaching clerics 30 years ago?  Has there been any improvement in Safeguarding since January?  How on earth did they uncover a suitable headmaster in just over three weeks when the process normally takes a year?  Are there still some massive methodology problems at the School?  Why has there been so many changes of governors over the last few years?  Please, oh please do not listen to any old bull.

And one final request; please let me know how it all panned out,  I will be in Manchester at the time but security will be that strict I might not even get onto Alexandra Road.

Well it came to pass that the brand spanking new board of governors of St Bede’s College in Manchester enthused by their obvious massive success stories itemised in my last blog had their update meeting with all parents of both Prep and Senior school at the College last evening, the 2nd July 2014.

It was a well managed affair with hardly any news of it on the website, it would take an intrepid website warrior to find any detail of the show but that is probably how they wanted it.  The fewer parents the better to update, less chance in a small group of rebellion.  While we are on the subject of the website I think a little subterfuge has been used.  Plastered all over Bede’s site is markers pointing to the ISI Report.  When you click on one of these the 2007 ISI report flashes up, all hale and hearty, with Byrne on the bridge, ably assisted by Hales in the Prep but as we know a lot of water has flowed by in seven years, then there was 1152 pupils, now only 772 with 215 of these in the prep.  Try as I could I was not able to find the damning and most recent ISI report of late 2013 where amongst other things the enthusiastic and self-called successful governing body were slammed for their lack of good governance.

Some might think that this recent report cover-up was a little piece of legerdemain on the part of the powers that be at Bede’s but I prefer to think it was my clumsiness in matters computorial that was not able to detect said recent report.

Anyway to get back to the update meeting to show the parents all the successes by the Board in the last year.  My roving reporter was there and in fact acted as car park attendant in the playground.  He counted about 70 cars in attendence mostly single driver occupancy, deduct say 10 cars for the Governors and we had about 60 cars or about 70 parents turning up. As I said before there are approximately 770 pupils at the school and taking into account one parent families and brothers and sisters, because many a Catholic boy and girl has only one parent in this day and age, and there are bound to be a few sibling combos, you would expect about 1200 parents to be available for this very important meeting especially with the old head gone and a play actor about to take his place. But for only about just over 5% of eligibles to be present smacks of something or other.

We know the timing was wrong, 6.00pm being rather early for anybody who works, but they turn up in scores for parent/teacher nights.  No, I think the fault lies not with the successful and enthusiastic Board of Governors but with the lightheaded parents.  They are all punch drunk with all the hits they have received in the last three years from the same successful governors or they are totally apathetic to the antics of governance.  They have paid their money and they have taken their chance, if it ain’t worked out, just too bad, but at least it got the kids out of their hair for a quarter of the year while they relaxed drank wine and earned a few sponduliks.

I wonder what the update on the Board’s successes were I would love somebody to tell me and perhaps they will in the fulness of time.  No new head has been officially announced but we all know the situation there.  You cannot pluck a person out of thin air in the space of a few weeks without a little bit of jiggery pokery and that is why that situation is a little tenuous.  It might have been announced but surely that is not a success but on second thoughts probably persuading somebody to accept the poisoned chalice that is St Bede’s is a success.  There has been no others.

We await with patience for the news to break.

Well things have been happening so quickly these past few days it is hard to keep up with the progress, the news, the appointments, the disappointments.  One following the other in quick succession as sure as  day followed night.

But first the good news “Rusty” aka Timothy Rustige, my old mate from Altrincham, was released from Barlinnie Prison in Glasgow last Friday, after serving just over three months of a nine month sentence unjustly imposed by a Scottish judge for telling the world that Elish Angiolini was nothing but a cunt. Elish Angiolini, a one time Lord Advocate of Scotland but now languishing in academia, a protective cover awarded to her by the establishment for evil deeds well done.  The Governor of Barlinnie, Mr Derek McGill, having been subjected to a tsunami of mail from beligerent campaigners, threw his dummy out of his pram and told the Scottish Prison Service “its either him or me, Barlinnie is not big enough for the two of us”

“Him” of course was Rusty and he was expressed through the release system quicker than you could eat a Barlinnie dinner and out he came on Friday morning, like a new born chick, ready once more to put the world and its darkest corners to rights, albeit 7kgs lighter than when he acquainted himself with the grimness of Scottish prisons on March 27th this year.

All this happened as the population of the United Kingdom was gearing itself for action after several more drips from the tap of child sexual abuse.  It appears that a few files regarding this historic child abuse had gone missing, not one file  but as the Home Office civil servants owned up to, 114 had been vanished and lurking at the back of it all is the dark Lithuanian Jewish shadow of Leon Brittan, who has been blamed for raping a student in the 1960s, helping lose the Dicken’s dossier of child abuse by high rankers in the 1980s and is a cousin of another Tory bigwig, Malcolm Rifkind, who is in some way linked to the abuse of children at a school in Dunblane in Scotland where a chap called Hamilton, a noted child sexual abuser, went on a supposed rampage at an infant school in the said town some years ago and killed a dozen or so kids and a teacher and where in the thick of it, the same Elish Angiolini, her barber and their children live, she up to the rims of her spectacles in more darkness.

Hovering over all of this is a now retired customs officer who, twenty years ago, stopped a suspicious looking gent driving off a car ferry in Dover.  He searched the vehicle and found evidence of child pornography and abuse, especially a “snuff” movie featuring the driver and showing the systematic murder of an eight year old boy, who through the course of the movie had his nipples sliced off, his genitalia chopped off and his body slashed with knives and finally he was decapitated and his head thrown into a bucket.  Experts at the time considered the young lad had suffered about eight hours of this torture before dying.  The customs officer had reported this man to his superiors who soon realised that the arrested man was a Member of Parliament.  They released him but reported the matter to Scotland Yard.

As I say this was 20 years ago and the customs officer has been struggling all this time to have his story told and now he is retired he is determined it will not be covered up.  Oh by the way, the MP who was arrested was none other than Leon Brittan.  The Metropolitan Police identified this boy, have a copy of this film and know about this MP and have known for 20 years and have chosen to do nothing.  This is not conjecture this is all true and is in the public domain.  It is not hearsay or gossip it is TRUE.

In the background and definitely deserving attention is the labour peer, Greville Janner who was once again interviewed recently by the police into the sexual abuse of young boys.  He has been interviewed many times but nothing is ever done.  We have known about this chap, a leading world wide Jewish and holocaust supporter since 1976, when Janner already a QC and MP was reported to us by my wife’s cousin who worked at a child care hostel in Leicester.  She actually mentioned Frank Beck, who was Chief of Childrens Services at Leicester council and Janner being hand in hand in the sexual abuse of children.  Beck was convicted later but Janner with his connections escaped but allegations are still arising about this man

Our super hero, Cameron, on hearing this outpouring of public disquiet and realising his sphincter was twitching like hell ordered Terry May, his transvestite Home Secretary, to stand up and do something, say something, to stop the noose tightening round all their necks.  Terry came up with the answer straight away.  She jumped to her feet in Westminster and announced a series of cover ups, sorry inquiries.  The first a review of how poorly the public structures dealt with the problem of child abuse.  The police, the local authorities etc will aqll be brought to task and this Inquiry will be led by the chair of the NSPCC, one Peter Legless.  The NSPCC has become a much discredited organisation over the years and Legless helped the much discredited Tory minister, Michael Portillo, through many years of discredited ministerial office, as his senior civil servant.  Not a good man to put in charge of anything to do with child sexual abuse.  However Mark Sidwell, the Permanent Secretary at the Home Office stood up in front of the Home Affairs Select Committee led by Keith Vaz, an equally discredited politician and told the world that the inquiry was to be led by Richard Whittam QC and the inquiry was to be called the Legless-Whittam Review.  Whittam himself is an equally discredited barrister having led the prosecution against the two men for the supposed false flag murder of Drummer Lee Rigby.  ChrisSpivey.org will fill you in on those details and he will agree that Mr Whittam is a shade too dodgy to be heading this type of inquiry.  He is First Senior Treasury Counsel at the Central Criminal Court whose area of expertise is serious crime, fraud and terrorism.  I would suggest he knows as much about child sexual abuse as the Man in the Moon.

Then yesterday Terry May said a further Inquiry into sexual practices of MPs and Establishment figures in relation to many young boys and a few young girls would be headed by Madame Butler Slosh, a 81 year old retired judge who if cut in half would have the word establishment running through her like a stick of Blackpool rock.  Her father was a discredited High Court judge and her brother, Robert Michael Oldfield Havers QC, an MI6 plant was Attorney General 1979-1987 and was responsible with others of burying the Dickens dossier.  He was a bitter opponent of Geoffrey Dickens and was responsible for not prosecuting Sir Peter Hayman of MI6 fame and paedophile traitor Geoffrey Prime of Elm Guest House notoriety.  He was also responsible for two of the most notable miscarriages of justice in British judicial history by representing the Crown and witholding evidence from the defence teams of the Guilford Four and the Maguire Seven, all of whom were wrongfully convicted.

Madame Baroness Butler Slosh’s husband is a known paedophile, His Honour Joseph Butler Slosh uses under age prostitutes in Kenya and England.  At least Dame Butler Slosh has experience of child abuse but at 81 is probably too old to feed herself and ridiculously too old to chair this kind of Inquiry, which will be a complicated multi-faceted upheaval of the great and the good.  Let us wait until we see her team before we criticise her too much however I am not holding out for any groundbreaking evidence that this is nothing but an establishment cover up.

I was uplifted last week with the news that was coming out but I can now sense the process has gone into reverse.  I fear a cover up of a cover up and as I write John Mann MP has told television reporters this morning that there are multiple copies of the Dickens dossier knocking about but they are all covered by a gagging order.  At the end of the day there will be such a mountain of conflicting evidence the truth will be overcome.  All we can do is keep showing the truth to as many people as can think and understand.  Which ain’t a lot.

Well the shit is definitely hitting the fan and the fallout from it all will be massive and dangerous as the ordinary people fired by the alternative media are about to take on the government and their tools, the police, the armed forces and the gooks in the security services.  Heads will roll on both sides both physically and metaphorically.

The trigger of course was the article in last Sunday’s Mirror newspaper.  The mainstream media have recently been tickling at the edges of this paedophile problem in high places but the Sunday Mirror, on the urging of a one time Conservative party activist whistle-blower, named names, dates and locations of paedophile activity at Conservative party gatherings round the country where young boys were procured, fed alcohol and shagged by the so called guardians of this country.

Watching the events unroll over these last few days it is obvious that the tide has definitely turned.  The Sunday Mirror named not only historic grandees like Sir Keith Joseph who died 20 years ago but living , breathing and actually in office types like William Hague and Kenneth Clarke as being participants at these parties and lo and behold 24 hours later they both resigned.  Hague in the Foreign Office said he wanted to retire to his home at the disgustingly young age of 53 to play the piano and write a book and Clarke has decided to go gardening.  Both fielding interviews from the main stream media better than the finest actors of the London stage.  Straight faces and little jokes abounding.  Both men have been under suspicion for sometime in the alternative media along of course with other Tory Grandees. Clarke for rattling young chaps bollocks and Hague for his strange choices of bedfellows and living in a certain block of flats where young boys were sent to tickle fancies of the great and good.  But now both men have now been wiped off the face of the earth both being told to fall on their penises after whistle-blower Gilberthorpe decided to come clean.

With Butler Slosh resigning yesterday in the face of overwhelming criticism and the fact that the government and the fact that the government had no Plan B only cover up of this paedophile atrocity, a group of people met in London last night and discussed the problem for hours.  The upshot was that this group of decent folk, a mix gathered from the legal, political and business spheres, some trustworthy senior policemen and a sprinkling of main stream media types and propped up by all the biggest names in the alternative media decided to hold their own Inquiry, which is what all concerned want.

There is going to be no delay in this alternative Inquiry and all the people on it will be free from any establishment ties.  Bill Maloney of Pie and Mash Films came on the radio this morning and invited onto the panel, Robert Green, the folk hero of child abuse after his martyrdom by the Scottish legal system, having been imprisoned once on trumped up charges and a second time with no charges.  There will be no cover ups with these guys and girls and their findings will be out before even Butler Slosh’s descendents sit down for their first meeting.

This is all very serious stuff and the men and women forming this Inquiry will be in a very dangerous place.  A barrister rang Bill Maloney this morning and told him that a contact had informed him that they were both on a hit list and told Bill to watch out for himself.  The security force gooks have no concern for life and anybody who gets in their way is usually suicided.  Bill has pleaded for victims of institutional sexual abuse to come forward.  Everybody can sense the beginning of the end for these people who have tainted British life for the last 50 years and more.  So I advise the gooks to back off, they are only on wages and gooks sit both sides of the fence.

Let us wait and see what pillars of establishment fall.  What a good time it is to be alive.

The Oxford English Dictionary describes the word synchronicity as the simultaneous occurrence of events which appear significantly related but have no discernable causal connection.
Well I think a whole load of synchronicity has entered the life of the Connaught Rangers Association with the centenary year of the start of the mass destruction of humanity that people called the Great War and which was downgraded to World War 1 when it was realised mankind has the ability to create Great Wars on a whim and chose to have another 20 years after the First but this time including the civilian population of the world and the way it is looking the politicians seem to be sparring for a third. These clever men never could learn a lesson.
Our story starts in the early years of the last century when two Athlone men enlisted in the Connaught Rangers and another man from Liverpool strutted the London stage. They might not have known each other but they certainly would in the years to come.
Michael Curley enlisted in 1901 at Ballinasloe aged 16, 7261 Connaught Rangers and served a relatively easy seven years in the colours rising to the rank of sergeant, serving in England, Malta, and Ireland and went into the Reserve for five years in 1909 to fulfil the terms of his engagement. He found employment in Athlone at a textile mill and was married in 1907 and had a daughter and helped found the Midlands Volunteer Force in late 1913 which became the forerunner of the Irish Volunteers which was founded a year later in response to Carson’s loyalist activities in Ulster. He had re-enlisted with the Army Reserve in 1913.
John Doyle, although born in Athlone was living in Tullamore, King’s County, now Offaly and in 1908 enlisted in 4th Battalion Connaught Rangers Special Reserve No 2864, more as a hobby and two weeks camp every year and the few shillings a week it gave him on top of his wages than as a serious thought of being a soldier. He never left Ireland in this period and was content with life in Tullamore where he married and had two children.
The third man in this trinity was Frank Harrison Saker, born in 1880, the son of a Liverpool comedian, Edward Sloman Saker and an actress from the Dublin stage, Emily Mary Kate O’Beirne. The father with entrepreneurial spirit managed the Alexandria Theatre in Liverpool at some stage but died reasonably young in 1883. The mother moved down to London bringing her son, Frank and his two brothers and sister with her and in the 1890s became a successful actress on Drury Lane. When young Frank grew to maturity he followed his mother into the thespian profession and proved equally successful and in 1904 he was commissioned into the Special Reserve of Officers and attached to 4th Battalion Connaught Rangers aged 23. In 1906 he was promoted Lieutenant and in 1908 married Ethel Frances Wright in Newcastle.
On mobilisation on 5th August 1914 these three men were called up. Michael Curley went to Aldershot and was incorporated into 2nd Battalion and the two Special Reservists Doyle and Saker went to Boyle in Roscommon and then down to Fort Camden in Crosshaven, Cork on 8th August where Saker was promoted to Captain on 9th September 1914 and left Cork for France on 24th September.
Michael Curley was in the thick of it from the start having landed in France at Boulogne on August 13th with the 2nd Battalion, in reserve at the Battle of Mons and part of the rearguard during the retreat from Mons and there on that grave day on August 26th at Le Grand Fayt where the 2nd Battalion lost 300 men, mainly as prisoners of war and at Soupir on the Aisne where they lost another 250 men when the Germans in great strength took on the remnants of the 2nd Battalion in early September and learnt to their cost that when an Irishman is on his knees, he is even stronger than when stood up. They lost a further 80 men at Vermeuil on 19th and then were pulled out of the fighting having lost over 66% of their strength and were posted up to Poperinghe for rest and recuperation and to take on drafts that were being sent from the 3rd and 4th Battalions in Cork. Frank Saker arrived early October and was put in charge of C Company and John Doyle arrived on 19th October in a draft of 191 men.
As you can imagine C Company of about 200 men were mainly inexperienced lads from Ireland stiffened with a few experienced men like Curly and led by a Captain who had never been in action. Two days later on 21st October they were thrown into the battle known as 1st Ypres at St Julien, a village a few miles north east of Ypres near Langemark and over the next three days lost a further 71 men. They were recalled to Ypres on 24th October and sent out along the Menin Road, south west of Ypres, near to Polygon Wood at a place called Molensaarelshoek and over the next week lost another 135 men in one of the most intense set pieces of 1st Ypres with the German artillery proving their superiority. It was here on 30th October things become a little blurred with a flurry of uncorroborated witness evidence but over the years a clearer story has emerged.
Frank Saker’s inexperience had already come to the fore and that with a not very agreeable personality gave the men in his company no confidence, it appears that he was very much disliked, especially by his NCOs whom every good officer depends on. It seems that Saker disobeyed his orders and whether it was inexperience or gung ho/madcap heroics is hard to work out but he led his company through the German lines against the advice of his NCOs and found himself in an untenable position, virtually surrounded by the enemy. Sgt Curley was pleading with him to withdraw whilst they still had a chance but Saker refused. It is now alleged that Curley sorted things out the best he could under the circumstances and shot and killed Saker and led the men back to where they should have been. C Company lost 10 men in this action but over 100 men were saved by Curley’s presence of mind. However this deed troubled him throughout his war, slightly unhinging his thoughts. He was eventually killed at 3rd Ypres or the Battle of Paschendaele in September 1917 when attached to the 6th Battalion.
Fast forward the story now to 2011 and from here the synchronicities start to pile up. Four of us from the Association went to see a play written by an Athlone man, Neil Richardson, entitled From The Shannon To The Somme in which Neil marvellously wrote of the deeds of Michael Curley, set to the background of a rapidly changing Ireland during the war years. A fantastic production in the Little Theatre in Athlone, the acting and direction were superb and the story so emotional and so well written. I wrote a short critique on it in our 2012 New Ranger Magazine.
In early 2013 Roscommon County Council asked us to produce something for the 2013 Irish government tourist initiative “The Gathering”. Bravely we offered to do a reprise of the play. The writer and director fully enthused and with a new cast from the Dublin stage, we produced the play over two nights in May 2013. It went down very well and on our forthcoming trip to Ypres in 2014 we vowed to visit Michael Curley’s grave at Brandhoek Cemetery near Poperinghe and pay our repects.
By now we the Trip Committee were working hard, organising this trip, a party of 50 people takes some organising, when in mid July with just three weeks to go before our departure, I received a call from King House that a man wanted to see me and see if we can trace his great grandfather. Nothing unusual in that, we help 10 or 20 people a week in this exercise and we are glad to help. This man, Marc Dellanzo, had been searching for years in tracing the whereabouts of his relative and in a last ditch effort had brought his family, I think there was eight of them, over from Scone in Perthshire in Scotland to visit King House, the home of the Connaught Rangers Association, not even knowing that this was the jumping off point for his ancestor when the war started.
I immediately found his man and told him the basics of the 2nd battalion’s activities in the first few months of the war and told him that on consulting our archivist, Oliver Fallon, I would be able to tell him more. I liked this man’s intensity and his willingness to go this extra mile and his obvious joy in ending his search and contacted Oliver later that day. He did not have much but what he had opened up the last of our synchronicities. Corporal John Doyle 2864 Connaught Rangers who we had last heard of in a draft coming over from Crosshaven in Cork to join the 2nd Battalion in time for 1st Ypres was Marc’s great grandfather and he was one of the men killed in that ill fated advance by Saker on 30th October 1914 and furthermore in that same group of casualties was another John Doyle 4736 of 2nd Battalion Connaught Rangers from 25 Clarence Place, Great Brunswick Street in Dublin. The bodies of the two Doyles and Saker were never recovered and they are commemorated on the Menin Gate, where we will be leading the Last Post ceremony on August 8th this year. To look at the great stone walls of the Menin Gate, at the inscribed names of the 197 Connaught Rangers who died defending the town of Ypres and whose bodies were never found, the drama, idiocy and killing of 30th October 1914 would never be known without the inquisitiveness of a man from Scone.
As a footnote to this story I will just repeat the line Marc Dellanzo put into our comments book at King House, “Finally found out about my great grandfather RIP 30.10.14” almost 100 years later.
Let us also remember those 10 men who died needlessly that day:-
Pte B Coyle 4101 2nd Battalion Connaught Rangers from Manor Hamilton, Leitrim
Corp John Doyle 2864 2nd Battalion Connaught Rangers from Athlone/Tullamore
Pte J Doyle 4736 2nd Battalion Connaught Rangers from Dublin
L/Sgt Michael Keane 7261 2nd Battalion from Boyle, Co Roscommon
Pte J McDermott 4366 2nd Battalion Connaught Rangers
Pte T Mills 4392 2nd Battalion Connaught Rangers
Corp P Murray 8408 2nd Battalion Connaught Rangers from Clara in Kings County/Offaly
Pte M Owens 3028 2nd Battalion Connaught Rangers
Pte C C Purcell 10560 2nd Battalion Connaught Rangers from Kildare
Captain Frank Harrison Saker 2nd Battalion Connaught Rangers from Liverpool/London
Requiescat in Pace

Well what a quandary we are all in with a plane supposedly falling out of the sky having been hit by a sophisticated missile system fired by a punch drunk, vodka infused Ukrainian Russian and the plane dropping bodies all over the agricultural landscape of Eastern Ukraine. These bodies, so the locals tell us, had been dead for some days and in an advanced state of putrefaction, which seems odd when in fact they were supposed to be part of living and breathing humanity only hours before in the confines of Schipol Airport in Amsterdam after flight MH 17 took off with 298 people on board. Some bright spark suggests that these bodies are the recently thawed out deep frozen passengers from Malayan Airlines flight MH 370 with 239 people on board that mysteriously disappeared somewhere between the North and South Poles on 8th March this year. There has been some jiggery pokery going on with bodies on the ground suggesting there are a few Burke and Hares still knocking about, stealing bodies from the scene of the crash just so that the discrepancy in numbers of 59 souls between the two flights cannot be properly tallied.
This asks the question, that if the dropped bodies are these 239 from MH 370, where are the 298 who were supposed to be on MH 17? Obviously this asks another question which is when will the next plane crash be in order to lose this fresh 298? There is obviously an agenda here which is making people too scared to travel. Keep everybody penned-in in their own domesticity, stop that they can be better controlled. I myself have an interest here as both myself and my family are taking on quite a few plane journeys in the next few months and I would like to know whereabouts I am going to meet my Reaper.
It is only right that the governments of the world are up in arms demanding to know who was the culprit who pulled the trigger, who was the bastard who deep fried these thawed cadavers and why was the plane flying over a war zone when every other airline was on a detour round Eastern Ukraine, and was the supposed missile that did the damage meant for one of the two Ukrainian jets that had been accompanying the MH 17 flight, and was it hit by a missile at all, or was it made to crash land by remote control in a disputed area where evidence would be difficult to piece together. The scenario certainly asks more questions than there were passengers on the plane,
Well it looks as though the western finger is pointing at Putin and they are lining up, these Yankee, British, Frogs, and puffing out their chests and telling Putin that he had better come clean or else he is for it in the next gamme of marbles these politicos play. Meanwhile the French have delivered two warships to Russia this week to bolster Ivan’s armament capability. Two warships that France had contracted to build for its hateful enemy. A little like the two battleships that Britain built for Turkey in 1914. Churchill claimed them for the Royal Navy although the Turks had paid for them, the Germans in compensation gave the Turks two of theirs from their burgeoning fleet and Turkey joined war on the side of the Kaiser. If Churchill had been half as clever as some of the history books tell us, the hundreds of thousands of Allied and Turkish deaths at Gallipoli. Mesopotamia and Palestine in the First World War could have been avoided.
And with the sky raining bodies, what a good day to hide some really bad news, which makes one think that somewhere in this mass of dirty tricks, the Mossad has it long scrawny arm in it up to its oxter. Israel have decided to eliminate Gaza, this stone in the shoe of Zionist thinking. Whilst bodies drop from the sky in the Ukraine, Israel drops rockets on Gaza’s overcrowded streets. You do not have to be accurate in this tightly packed Palestinian enclave. Wherever you throw a bomb there you will hit somebody. As easy as throwing a grenade into a tightly packed fish tank. When the aerial bombardment stopped the Israelis, like good minded citizens sent in their waste disposal teams armed with tanks and bulldozers, to clean up the blood, move the hardcore off the streets and shoot anybody who blinks an eye. And none of this mayhem is being reported, recorded or being checked by our supposed good governance.
No other country in the world could get away with this massacre of innocents. The powers that deal in this type of global policing would normally be on to this national bullying immediately and their caper stopped but unfortunately the powers are busy having a game of tag with their mates over in the Ukraine, and anyway it is the Mossad and their Zionist leaders that control global everything including global policing. So while the kids are playing in the next street the grown-ups can get rid of a few hundred neighbours from hell in Gaza.
So what is it with all these people who rule our lives when they give us overkill on disinformation, what is their purpose. Well it can only be to control us, to scare us. To make the good guys look bad and vice versa. They know the majority of people are daft as bats and will believe in anything they are told. They know we few who question situations are small in number and a lid can be put on our activity. We really are powerless until the majority awake from their slumber. All we can do is empower our individuality and make it as difficult as possible for them to control us and please while your reading this feel for the poor Palestinians, an endangered species.