Was suicide right end for MP Carl’s ‘crimes’? Perhaps his accusers will stand up and say
IT’S always sad when someone wrongly decides that the unknowable endlessness of death is bound to be better than living another moment. And ends it all.
But I was especially saddened this week by the apparent suicide of Labour MP Carl Sargeant, below.
It’s possible, of course, that he really was guilty and decided he couldn’t live with the shame. But it’s also possible he was completely innocent.
You may argue that if he was, he’d be able to clear his name in time, but hang on a minute . . .
In the wake of the Jimmy Savile saga, it seemed like every single television presenter and radio DJ from the 1970s was being carted off in the back of a police van every single day.
And now, can you remember which ones were released without charge? Nope, me neither.
Which means that even the innocent are now forced to live like hermits, only daring to venture out at night, and only then in a hat and dark glasses.
Well I’m afraid that’s what’s going to happen with the current crop of sex allegations.
And we have women coming forward to say that a man at work had asked them out for dinner.
Many of the men in these cases are being named. And shamed. They’re having to face their children over the breakfast table. Children who will be taunted at school.
And why? Because their dad was once lewd in a bar, or asked someone out for dinner, or tried to look up a girl’s skirt, which no one has ever done, ever.
It may well be that this was the extent of Carl Sargeant’s “crimes”. Or it may be that he was the victim of political rivals who leaped happily on the “me too” bandwagon.
And can you imagine that? Being labelled and then sacked for being Harvey Weinstein when you know you’ve done nothing wrong?
It would be easy to see why Carl couldn’t bear the thought of living in a world where his wife, his children and everyone else thought that he had. The truth is, suicide is NEVER the answer.
Whatever. I hope that those who made the allegations against him are now brave enough to come from behind their cloak of anonymity and tell us whether they think that his death is a fitting punishment whatever it was they say he’s done.
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•SO far, we have heard from many girls who managed to escape from Harvey W*nkstain’s hotel bedroom.
But has anyone considered the possibility that this terrible man wakes up one day and decides to list all those who lay there while he got on with it?
•A CAMBRIDGE professor of something called Physical Sciences (going to the gym) has told his students they need to spend less time drinking and more time doing work.
Good luck with that one mate.
Strong feeling of doom
STRONG and stable. That’s what Theresa May endlessly promised she’d be in the run-up to the last General Election.
“How are you today Mrs May?” “Strong and stable.” “And how was your stool this morning?” “Strong and stable.”
She was strong and stable. Her marriage was strong and stable. Her shoes were strong and stable and, most of all, her party was strong and stable.
Well, now it’s turned out that “weak and disorganised” would have been a better description.
And as a result, many are saying she should resign. That’s a fair point. But who exactly from the shower in her Cabinet would you choose as a replacement?
THE London bureau chief of the New York Times newspaper has left Britain in a huff, saying the country is pretty much dead. Right, I see, and you’re American – which is, er, what exactly?
WHEN I was at journalism college, I remember one exercise when we were told that a train carrying nuclear waste had crashed in a residential area just outside Sheffield.
Then we were told that there was only time to get the story in the “late news” section of the paper. Which meant we had to tell it in no more than seven words.
It was a bit tricky but good fun. And that’s why I’ve always liked Twitter. Because no matter how much you had to say, you only had 140 characters.
Well now they’re going to be able to write whole essays on how they’d like to stab Theresa May and how Donald Trump makes loves to dogs and why everyone should have a bicycle.
Killer's age is no defence
Actually, I’m not sure why exactly.
One thing’s for sure though, had he been a 20-year-old footballer in a Porsche, we can be absolutely certain that right now, he’d be in a cell learning how not to drop the soap while showering.
NO FIX FOR DIESELGATE
IT emerged this week that a third of all the Volkswagens, Audis, Seats and Skodas which fell foul of the dieselgate saga have not yet been fixed.
That’s 400,000 cars.
I’m not surprised, because if you do take your car to the dealership to be “mended”, it will emerge from the encounter slower and worse.
Ship hip hooray for Italy
AM aware, of course, that many thousands of people enjoy going on cruise ships so they can sleep with the crew and buy horrible trinkets from the ports they visit.
However, there are many billions who think these end-on floating skyscrapers are about as nasty as anything yet created by man. Including nerve gas and atomic weapons.
The worst thing is how they completely ruin the view for anyone on land.
You sit there, looking out to sea, then round the corner comes HMS Chlamydia to spoil everything.
They’re even allowed to sail right through the middle of Venice, which I’ve always thought is idiotic.
And now it seems the Italian authorities have agreed because, at long last, they’re going to be banned.
GOVERNMENT officials, with the backing of Sir Branson, are looking at installing a network of underground, low-pressure tubes in which magnetic trains will travel round Britain at up to 700mph.
However, while the idea is already being tested in America, experts say that in Britain in could be “20 years” before it’s up and running.
Twenty years? Who are they kidding? It took five to put some speed cameras on the M3 and two to build a roundabout in Oxford.
And HS2? That hasn’t even started yet.
