Do you know what a cell phone is? No. It’s not an American mobile phone.
It’s what the drug-dealing murdering scumbags in our jails use to run their operations while they’re locked up. And what they occasionally use to call in to radio phone-ins as happened yesterday when one particularly vicious retard phoned Liveline. He called to threaten another swaggering retard, who had also phoned Liveline, incredibly.
There’s mayhem over the whole incident. Our Minister for Justice is apoplectic with rage. He wants an inquiry to find out how the scumbag in jail got the phone. I have news for him. Somebody brought it in in pieces shoved up their arse, the same way all the heroin gets into our jails.
Instead of worrying about how the scumbag got his phone, why doesn’t the Minister jam all phone signals in our prisons, and make the question irrelevant? And while he’s at it, why doesn’t he start building a reliable, professional police force that can take on those scumbags who happen to be out of jail? By professional, I mean, of course, a police force that isn’t obsessed with building and renting houses, eating free doughnuts, harassing law-abiding citizens, raiding pubs for after-hours drinking, framing innocent suspects and hiding from confrontation with genuine criminals.