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Says it all?

They say that the devil makes work for idle hands, and in the horrible case of Mick Philpott, its true. Philpott, his wife and a friend are due for sentencing this morning over a fire that killed 6 of his children. All because he didn't want to give up the £1000 in benefits they gave him. No more a father, than a terrible 'spermbot' made flesh.
Very few photographs say SCUM louder than that of this vile man. Bullied his mother. Attempted murder of an ex girlfriend. Scrounger supreme. Some would say (look at the Daily Mail up there) a living illustration of 'benefits Britain'. And when you see what this family received in state handouts, its hard to argue against it; £60,000 a year, 2 50" Plasma televisions, caravan, anything they asked for it would seem. Reports of his sordid lifestyle will certainly harden public attitude to welfare reform.
Choose any national newspaper today and you can read all about Philpott's antics but im appalled at some attempting to paint wife, Mairead, as a victim. A victim? Really? Sorry but I don't see it myself, all I see is another contemptible person, all too eager to partake in 'dogging' escapades (sex with strangers.) An utterly abhorrent and shabby couple. Hard to believe human beings can sink so low.
So what to do with them? Well I heard a lawyer earlier on the radio say that he cannot see a sentence of less than life in prison for all three of these cretins. Lets hope so! I sincerely hope that when the jail door closes, the next time it opens for them is feet first.

The Despicable SaVile

Fixer of fiends

Look at his face up there, mocking us from beyond the grave with those long bird-like features and hollow eyes like two black onyx of vileness. (Or in other pictures his eyes a hellish glow, brought to life by red tinted glasses.) SaVile the Despicable, the Despicable SaVile. Now that the truth is seeping out from the sewer of entertainment, this creep has been exposed for the foul specimen he really was. A modern day bogeyman who belongs in a pit of evil where unimaginable beasts roam, leaving their souls at the door.
Police are currently investigating 300 offenses against children by this ManVulture and I wouldnt be suprised if there were many many more. (There are investigations being made over others too but this post is only about the Despicable SaVile.) To me, with his white straight edged hair, he looked like a nasty wraith with dead skin, a sinister creature to be avoided at all costs. Although a more accurate comparison would be to Baba Yaga the cruel hag of Slavic folklore who kidnaps and eats children, and has a hut that stands on chicken legs. Both were loners (their disgusting habits forced solitude) whose carcass bodies were topped with white straw hair and of course both preyed on innocent children. But while the Despicable SaVile owned no shack built on chicken legs (however much his ghoulish appearance indicated he could have), he did have a lonely cottage stuck in the wilds of Scotland which would have made the perfect lair for this heartless predator. Baba Yaga loved to feast on young, pearly flesh and the Despicable SaVile hinted he would have liked to as well, just take a peek at the photo below and the quote on his tee shirt. A quote by the ogre himself. Yes my dear readers, these two hellions were two rotten peas in a pod.
He may be one year dead now but I get the feeling the monster is with us still and not just grinning eerily from pages of tabloid newspapers either. A thing so foul is hard to die and should you find yourself walking alone at night through dark skeletal woods or on thick, foggy hills have a care! The Despicable SaVile might be close with dread fingers and cigar stained fangs ready to pounce and take you as another victim. The chains of death will struggle to contain a thing so evil, a thing so SaVile. The wicked Gein of our time, a terrible Krueger-like celebrity, clad in tacky gold, disguising his perverted lusts by offering a hand to charities.



Fear the creature

Yes let us never forget that charity was badly hurt and decieved by this skinny shard of darkness. A true scholar of the devil, able to hoodwink unsuspecting good causes (including hospitals and childrens homes) in order to gain access to the most vulnerable in society. Hideous bastard, may he now rest in agony under the rocky wing of hell. No sympathy should ever meet his fallen soul, and as his tombstone lies in broken pieces in a forgotten landfill so should our memories of him.
Indeed it is cast iron certainty that the memory of the Despicable SaVile is in ruins (understatement of the year) and he will and should be remembered only with revulsion and hate.
Rightly so. The man was an abomination and however much good he may have done for charities up and down the country can never excuse him of his sick crimes. Why should it? The feeding of a hungry kitten with my left hand will not undo the pain I inflict by strangling another cat with my right. There exists no savings bank to collect good deeds in order to be able to 'spend' them on doing bad.
The Despicable Savile was a ghoul and it is obvious now that any good he did was not done out of the goodness of his soul but rather driven by an insatiable need to do bad. This is what the unspeakable do.
There are other even more disturbing tales attached to this man but because they wander into the realms of necrophilia and this is a family blog (as newspapers are fond of saying) we will not be mentioning those. Suffice to say they only seal SaVile's reputation as a perfect monster, the stuff of nightmare.
So there you have it. The 1970/80s: a golden age of television, a time incidentally I grew up with, now forever tarnished with stories of perverted deeds by the rotten Despicable SaVile.


Legacy of hate

Legacy of Hate

Evil unmasked

Suspected of being a serial paedophile over many decades. Police investigate over 60 alleged incidents. Abusing young hospital patients. His headstone removed, smashed up and tossed into a rubbish skip. And today we learn that the Royal Marines have erased all traces him from their commando base. It seems a cast iron certainty that the memory of The Despicable Savile is tarnished forever (understatement of the year) and will be one remembered only with revulsion and hate.
And rightly so. The man was an abomination and however much good he may have done for charities up and down the country can never excuse him of his sick crimes. Why should it? The feeding of a hungry kitten with my left hand will not undo the pain I inflict by strangling another cat with my right. There exists no savings bank to collect good deeds in order to be able to 'spend' them on doing bad.
The Despicable Savile was an evil man and it is obvious now that any good he did was not done out of the goodness of his soul but rather driven by an insatiable need to do bad. I am not generally fond of labelling human beings as 'monsters' but the Despicable Savile's behaviour was terribly depraved and therefore monstrous. Quite astounding how he was able to get away with it for so long. Six decades? Its looking very likely. (I won't go into those who were duped by him or maybe even covered for him, i'll leave that for the tabloids.)
If you want an example as to just how far the Despicable Savile has plummeted from Saint to Sinner in my eyes (to be honest he was never much of a saint, more oddball) then do a quick Google of the name of the man I know associate him with: Gilles de Rais. Of course the Despicable Savile did not murder hundreds of children like De Rais was accused of doing but he sure as hell was the killer of a lot of innocence and trust. As the disturbing stories mounted against this beastly individual (fuelled further by accusations of an even darker nature) I immediately found myself thinking of Gilles de Rais. They even have the same sinister straight edged hairstyles.
History does not condemn a man for hairstyles thankfully but it does condemn actions and the Despicable Savile's were of the lowest, vilest order and long may the erasing of his memory continue.

The end complete

Andy 'Creepy' Pandy

In the photo above is Andy Pandy and Looby Loo who together with Teddy starred in a childrens television programme in Britain from 1950 to 1970. And I absolutely loved it! (I was born in 1971 but the show was repeated often due to its popularity.) My mother was fond of telling everyone how I would go into a wild tantrum when it was time for Andy to say goodbye and return to his hamper for the day. (The three dolls lived in a picnic basket). And she used to say that she wished video recorders had been invented in the 1970's so that the programmes could be taped to avoid my stroppy behaviour.
However looking at that photo now as I approach the grand old age of 40, im fairly shocked at how sinister Andy Pandy is looking up there. Had he been rummaging around the old Hammer House of Horror prop cabinet? His eyes are black and soulless like those of Halloween's Michael Myers or a Great White shark, that suicidal smile. And the less said about Looby Loo the better. If Insanity was a doll it would look like Loo.
They both look as if they are hiding knives, ready to kill you once the lights go out. It might not have been a tantrum I was having as a child afterall, I was more likely attempting to flee from the room before Andy could get me!

Check out the theme (itself pretty chilling):