These are the recent experiences of a dangerous thought-criminal, proudly guilty of offending under the egrigious Section 5
of the Public Order act.
I was awakened by the phone. A woman's voice said, "Please
answer your door. There is a police officer outside."
That turned out to be an understatement. There were innumerable officers,
some with automatic weapons pointed at my head. At one point there were five police cars and two ambulances parked outside my house. As an experienced shooter, I'm not intimidated by guns. What really cracked me up was that one cop was holding up a riot shield.
I'm so ill that I couldn't fight my way out of a paper bag. Having suppressed my laughter, I invited them all in for a cup of tea, hence the title of this piece.
What provoked this, you may ask?
Angered by the rise of Islamofascism and the supine acquiescence of our government, I had published my full postal address on Twitter, and urged the Jihadists to "come and get me". I said that I was a good shot and would take out several of the scum before
they got me.
I threatened no one but intruders. In a civilized country, one's right to kill intruders is unquestioned. Unfortunately
the UK is not a civilized country.
I must emphasise that the police couldn't have been nicer. They were concerned for my
welfare and kept going on about their "duty of care". That is, in itself, troubling. Who convinced the police that they are a branch of social services?
Needless to say, I disregarded police advice to delete my address from Twitter, and have since repeated it.
I briefly made the front pages of both local papers. The Croydon Advertiser featured a photo of a cop, in body armour, pointing his rifle at my house, while the Croydon Guardian sent a photographer.
He must have taken at least forty shots. The published one showed me posing with gun and laptop. Regrettably my pretty face was obscured "for my own protection". To think that I wore my best suit!
Ironically, the police statement to the media, in which they inexplicably minimised the lethality of my armoury, renders more likely
the very eventuality which they sought to prevent. They didn't spot the .50 calibre Browning machine gun under the bed or the Challenger II tank in the garage!
How much taxpayers' money was wasted by this farce? How many burglaries went un-investigated?
My dad fought the Nazis and I will not hide from their successors.
17/1/2015