So someone’s been telling porkies.
Was it Wirral Council or was it the Financial Times?
Well, the Financial Times has absolutely no incentive to lie to me and nothing to gain or lose. Whereas abusive Wirral Council has lots to lose. After all, NONE of the local papers ran with this story. No, they adopted radio silence, and it was left to the Financial Times to break the bad news.
Why would that be?
Because the Wirral Globe and the Liverpool Echo are now paid up bedmates of Wirral Council, rammed up their backsides, along with a number of other Merseyside councils who are all bent over, vaseline bottle in hand, trousers down, clutching their ankles and “awaiting input”.
Rather than serve the public with objective journalism, they’ve opted to self-censor, to not report embarrassing or scandalous news, and to go for an easy life. They’ve allowed themselves to become captured by Field, Foulkes (the dead hand on the tiller), Davies, Davies, Jones, Mooney, McLaughlin, et al.
Consequently it’s the public who lose out because we’re now getting lied to via a rabid propaganda conduit that is either forced through our letter boxes or stacked up in our newsagents. And some of us are still stupid enough to fork out good money in exchange for the shite.
Anyway, I placed this FOI request on 3rd February this year:
Wirral came back with a load of warmed over bollocks, masquerading as a ‘response’.
I naturally lodged an internal review request, as you do, and they came back with some more half-baked bilge.
To summarise, although I’d asked for lots of details about costly Chinese expeditions made by an unknown number of highly-paid senior officers who jetted off to China, starting as far back as 2008, they came back with what amounted to shit.
As for the request for this press release, within which a council admission had been made that the game was up and China had pulled out, it looks like they chose to lie, rather than tell the truth and be embarrassed or risk identifying who’d made the pathetic admission.
But this is the traditional, defensive, cowardly, paranoid mindset of this toxic creature. Put your hand out in a friendly gesture, requesting co-operation and it shits in your palm.
When cornered, the beast circles, snarling, resentful and ready to take the fingers off anyone fool enough to approach it.
Anyway, to hell with it. I sent the following email today and hope the beast takes time to read it carefully, then looks up, takes a long look in the mirror, ponders its miserable countenance, asks itself, “What the fuck have I done with my life? How did it all end up like this?” And then dwells for a while on its own obstructive, dishonest, pisspoor, bullying behaviour.
But I seriously doubt that this mendacious throwback is capable of any constructive introspection. It’s simply too far gone now, and way too diseased and pock-marked with syphilis running sores to function normally or to muster more than a snarling denial, never mind respond with good will to its paymaster.
So here’s the email… we’ll hopefully be back soon with a response from the lying beast.