Social Services. Yet again a child is hideously abused, then murdered by its parents, while Social Services stand idly by; and, surprise, surprise, they trot out their usual response: "Lessons must be learned." How many times do we hear his? What lesson are they to learn? ‘Don't allow people to torture and murder their children’, perhaps. Why didn't they learn this the last time it happened? How many times does it have to happen before they will learn?

Perhaps the problem is that the people who work in Social Services have the same IQ as a puppy; you need to show it the same action 300 times before it eventually learns. So, no doubt we can look forward to another 299 child deaths before these intellectual pygmies do learn.
Of course, the intelligent solution would be to only employ middle aged women who have had at least two children of their own; women with common sense. But no, we employ university graduates, little more than children themselves, armed only with their Sociology degrees.
So who will be found to be responsible for this appaling failure? No one, that's who.

I know, let's blame under funding - page one of the spineless bureaucrat's ‘book of excuses’. No matter how much money a government department swallows up, it's never enough.

No one will be at fault. None of these useless, ineffective, waste-of-space, waste-of-money, cretinous morons will have the decency to admit to their shortcomings and failures.

What a bunch of spineless, worthless idiots.
And do we hound them out of their jobs? No.

The Metropolitan police murder an innocent Brazilian in a London tube station, then attempt to cover their ineptitude up with a thin veneer of bullshit. Ah, bullshit; the police commissioner's best friend.
An innocent man has died. Is anyone responsible? Of course not.
And does the Daily Mail hound anyone out of their job? No.

Jonathan Ross and Russell Brand's recent radio show seems to have raised your average Daily Mail reader's blood pressure. But then, what doesn't? Yes, their telephone calls were, probably, with 20/20 hindsight, ill-advised; but were they malicious? No.

To discover, via a radio broadcast, that Russell Brand may have shafted your granddaughter may be cause for embarrassment. But not, I suspect, as embarrassing as the fact that your granddaughter performs as a member of a group with the delightful name of The Satanic Sluts and has sold her story to The Sun in an effort to preserve her privacy. Now that’s what I call a hypocrite.

"Oh, but I'm a license payer. I'm offended that my license fee is spent in this way," I hear you wail.

Well, I'm a license payer too, and I'm offended that my license fee is wasted on tripe like Celebrity Come Dancing, Holby City, Songs of Praise, cooking programmes, antiques found in the attic and put up for sale under the hammer, makeover gardening shows, Bill Oddie's spring, summer autumn and winter watch. Good grief, these programmes should come with a government sanity warning, yet I simply exercise my right to switch off without contacting the Daily Mail to bleat about being a license payer.
If you don't like Jonathan Ross, do what I do every time I hear the first three notes of Whitney Houston wailing ‘I Will Always Love You’ and switch off.

Maybe the BBC should play it safe and have all their programmes presented by Alan Titchmarsh?

We privately revel in the ‘kiss and tell’ stories of The Sun, whilst publicly tutting. What hypocrites we are. We accept the lies, deception and corruption of politicians and people in public life, we accept the murder of an innocent man, while the guilty walk free and keep their jobs, and we allow another child to be murdered by its parents.

Yet, we hound people out of their jobs for being somewhat risque; thank God we’ve got our priorities right.

Merry Christmas and a Preposterous New Year.