"MrsCgate....................."

You will probably remember this article by the BBC: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/education/8599616.stm

Not the best item of news for Ed (Firkin) Balls, (TWAT) Ofsted or (get me out of here) Haringey Council – good news however for Shoesmith in her battle against the apparent stitch up between her Court Respondents.

Now add this little revelation into the equation, in another BBC report: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/london/8616529.stm

The Care Quality Commission (http://www.cqc.org.uk/) containing remnants of the former CSCI, considered the findings of an experts report irrelevant in terms of findings it found in failures over the death of baby Peter and as such never published in full the clear evidence that health professionals failed very significantly, and to be balanced, failed its own professionals too (e.g. in lack of resources, limited or no training and allowing an inexperienced paediatrician to practice beyond her known competence).

Cover up, stitch up and let us shit on these individuals from a great height comes into Wilt’s mind, lending credibility to the notion of a new concept called “Shoegate” – as in “Watergate.”

It just goes to show, as Michael Portillo frequently (http://www.michaelportillo.co.uk/) observes, these quango inspectorates are all out to protect one interest only – their own.

Is one getting value for money from these twats, you know CQC, Ofsted, GSCC (et al) and, for example, the HMpci – no I never heard of them either but you can find them here: http://www.hmcpsi.gov.uk/? I think the simple answer is no, they are not value for money, any more than they claim to be independent of Ministers and Government.

Now Balls is an exception (a bully boy and of demonic possession i.e. God Gordon the Cyclops) but even he cannot be responsible for actions of the CQC. That comes down to another pathetic Minister, The Right Hon TWAT Andy Burnham (http://www.dh.gov.uk/en/Aboutus/MinistersandDepartmentLeaders/Ministers/Ministersbiography/DH_100325).

Politicians, when convenient, say the work of quangos are independent of Government, whilst when it is also convenient, behind closed doors, they invite their political appointees of these unelected groups to discuss mutual concerns, as in the case of Ed Balls (or his henchmen). It is like something out of a B movie about the World War II fight against dictatorship (i.e. Hitler) – in other words not convincing and the script is oblivious to the intelligence of the watching public. Who do these people think they are fooling – themselves if they think the public are stupid.

Even Dork Plaskitt, in a very limited way and ultimately not to his credit, can drive the Information Commissioner to distraction and force ultimately an attempt, half- hearted, to do his bidding on behalf of Mrs C – not of course that he wants to have undue influence over the likes of the ICO, the former CSCI, police etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc.................................. (it could go on for a long time and I will stop there, for at least my sanity).

But Plaskitt and Mrs C’s campaign of hate is small (in fact tiny) in comparison to the vitriol dumped on Shoesmith as much bigger issues are at stake – the survival of Balls and quango as they dance the light fantastic of deception, or they think. The same as Mrs C and Plaskitt, but their skills at dancing are limited to the Turkey dance – as in the bird rather than the country, although Mrs C visits the latter.

“Shoegate” is definitely taking hold, as is “MrsCgate.” Just different sides of the same coin, the head side and the arse side it seems. The difference however between heads and tails (arse) is that Shoesmith will win out (heads) and Mrs C and Plaskitt have already lost (tails) – the qualitative difference is Shoesmith has substance to her claims, others simply have no substance, and as far as Plaskitt is concerned, no political seat in Warwick and Leamington Spa in his very marginal position, so marginal he could be regarded as Dune bound – forever lost in the sands.

Balls et al are not going to come out of this very well, indeed it is likely that his bully boy demonic tactic will backfire and he will be well roasted. The man is a simple plonker, but a dangerous plonker because, he thinks, we are fooled. The only fools are Plaskitt and Mrs C.

We foresee Balls, Plaskitt and Mrs C floating off into the sunset, hand in hand and with great affection, (Mrs C please get your hand off James’ bum, it is otherwise reserved)  and burn up like Icarus ascending to the sun, wings not so much clipped as wings incinerated.

Wilt (from his desk in Malta)