Lord Edward Somerset

So I ask you, dear readers. A spectacularly vindictive wife most likely exaggerated the violence, a violence fueled by heroin and alcohol, and a showoff of a judge threw the book at someone who is as big a threat to society as I am to a transsexual hooker. It was more of an act of vengeance and trial by the press than what some fools still refer to as the fairness of a British court of law. Eddie was given consecutive rather than concurrently run sentences for the four times he hit his wife. Answering truthfully without a lawyer present was not taken into account, nor was his otherwise nonviolent character. Eddie needs a medical facility, not jail, and if something terrible happens to him in the violent place he’s in, the buffoon Mark Horton, busy waging class warfare, will be responsible. Being born to privilege is no excuse, but neither is it a sin, as the buffoon hinted.

Love, as we all know, can be the sweetest rose, but as someone wise said, with the sharpest of thorns. As Theodore Dalrymple wrote, “Comfort and a respectable career path are tame and boring, at least for those who seek excitement and strong sensation.” Eddie Somerset searched for excitement and adrenaline boosts in drugs and booze. He is to be pitied and helped, not sent to prison. The buffoon judge made it sound like a Turkish decision, where the judiciary functions as a revenge mechanism. Here we are, threatened by Muslim extremists in our midst, with the EU dictating who can be deported or not, and Mark Horton throws the book at someone who obviously is no threat to anyone but himself and who regrets what he did to the extent that he volunteered the info to the fuzz. Time for a superior judge to step in; otherwise we might as well go and live in Turkey, where the climate is better.