We at Back and to the Left news aren't qualified to do a number of jobs. Brain surgeon, structural engineer, milkman or professional sportsmen are all occupations that are well beyond us. However it seems that being a member of the UK justice systems parole board might not be. With the early release of mass rapist John Worboys by a panel of three stooges it seems to us that the only thing you need to serve on the board is a brain tumour that has destroyed your moral compass.
Cunt (we won't refer to him as Mr as he gave the right up long ago Worboys of course raped/sexually assaulted over 100 women in the back of his black cab. He drugged them first of course because being the bastion of shite that he is he couldn't bear to see the look on his victims faces. He's spent nine years in jail and now because he's said sorry to a group of broken fuck buckets he's being allowed out.
Rape isn't something you can do by accident. It's not a mistake. It's not something that "just happens". It's a conscious decision made by a human being (who at that point loses their human card and becomes little more than a shit stained beast) to inflict severe trauma on another. For someone to commit 100 of the fucking things then surely you're looking at a beast that has a fucking problem. An addiction that can't be slaked no matter what he does he just kept doing it and doing it.
When a animal gets a taste for human flesh we get together, hunt it down and destroy it before it can do anymore harm. We don't put it in a cage for a couple of years before releasing it back into populated areas because we think it might not do it again. Which is what we've done with this beast who had proven that he doesn't believe in consent and couldn't give a flying fuck about the lives he's impacted on.
Even if he's sorry (and we couldn't give a flying fuck if he is or isn't it makes no difference to the women he hurt) he shouldn't be let out. We don't believe in the death penalty, murder by the state is the same as murder by anyone else, but we do believe in punishment fitting the crime.
A small room. Not enough space to lie down in. No windows. One bright light on 24hours a day. No entertainment. Just the sound of fires crackling to remind him where he's headed.