JUSTIN DUNN’S ROOM 101 WHAT’S ANNOYING HIM THIS WEEK? Win or lose, the lawyers get paid
WHAT does a “public inquiry” actually do?
Mistakes, it seems, can’t just happen and be rectified anymore.
Nor will apologies be offered – and if they were, they would not be accepted.
Because somewhere on the sidelines of anything anywhere will be someone with a law degree, greasy hair, a low-grade BMW, a crap suit, and a chip on his shoulder.
And he’ll be happy to charge you £300-an-hour for the benefit of knowing everything you knew already, because along with his degree he’s got rampant short man syndrome and awful coffee breath.
“Discovering” stuff we already know via the miracle of the “public inquiry” is manna from heaven for lawyers.
As with everything they do, it’s always the same – win or lose, the lawyer gets paid.
Take the army of legals who are now gathering after the publication of the Cass review into NHS – “envy of the (third) world!” – treatment of children claiming to be trans.
The extensive 400-page report followed a four-year, taxpayer-funded investigation.
And what did it tell us?
Revelation
Steady yourselves, now, because this is a massive revelation…
They concluded that little boys will never be little girls.
Of course they can wear dresses. Put makeup on. Have their bits chopped off. Squeal.
It’s like acting, with all the luvvie supporters, but none of their money.
And good luck to them – it can’t be easy.
But like it or not, as the Cass review says quite clearly, they’ll still always be male, because that’s down to this awkward little thing called “nature”.
Like the overwhelmingly vast, screaming, maddened most of us already knew. And that’s the point. Is this finally the first sign of the worm turning?
Has Britain – leading the world as ever – been the first to prise open the shuttered window of “progressive” ideology?
Because we should strike while the iron’s hot, don’t you think?
As the chicks with dicks brigade skulk back into obscurity, what about the eco-loons who have mistakenly been led to believe that they rule the roost lately?
Apart from headlines and television coverage – exactly what they want – whatever happens to them?
A fine here or there. A suspended prison sentence that never seems to matter when they reappear in court on another, similar charge.
And then they’re back out doing it all again, much to the yelping joy of their friends in Cambridge who enjoy a pint of coconut milk with their main course of blistering piousness and a side order of woke.
We’re all fed up of this shit now, aren’t we?
They’re like yapping dogs, or other people’s kids.
Slap
Rather than putting them out in the garden, or giving them a gentle slap, we indulged them instead.
Then, because we gave an inch, they took a mile.
And right behind them was an army of human rights lawyers who don’t believe a word of any of that rubbish but know there’s an easy buck to be made from it.
There should, by rights, be a public inquiry into public inquiries.
But they are all run by lawyers who aren’t going to deliberately shoot themselves in the foot.
Instead, then, expect the tiresome “lessons have been learned” shite.
Never mind the mutilated children, the broken families, the phenomenon of the disturbing number of teens wanting their bits removed. None of that matters. As long as the lawyers get paid.