Behind this propaganda front, behind the open door between a compromised media and the state security services, is active intelligence – the spooks. Britain makes a habit of knowing its enemies, and the SNP is an enemy of the British state. We know MI5 surveilled and infiltrated groups of environmentalists and tiny Trotskyist political parties. So, to think for a moment the SNP is not under constant and intrusive close surveillance is just plain stupidity. It can be taken for granted that every single text sent by SNP politicians is seen by someone in British Intelligence.
What sort of moron would knowingly fill up their browsing history and hard drive with porn when they knew it would be gone over forensically by the police technical bureau and some suits from GCHQ? Only someone who knew they were protected and beyond the reach of normal consequences would do this. Think about it, this means we are looking at a culture of deviance, permissiveness, and protection at the highest level of the British government.
Opinions are split on much of the goings on reported in the so-called dirty dossier of Tory MPs' antics published by Guido Fawkes – funny that I’m writing this on the 5 November. Some of it is awful, of course. There is no question that getting “handsy” or being otherwise “inappropriate” with women – especially when one is in a position of power – is disgusting. But how bad is it, really, that the Prime Minister's deputy has been allegedly pleasuring himself to pornographic images online?
The argument that decriminalising the sale and purchase of sex as an interim measure until the socio-economic causes of prostitution have been addressed is nothing more than a messianic dream.
The decision of poor women to prostitute themselves was never and could never be a real decision. As poor, and therefore powerless, people they are simply following the formula of society laid down for them by the powerful.
When a recent Freedom of Information Request revealed that parliamentary computers accessed pornographic websites over 1,300 times a day it came as no surprise. We’re talking about grown adults here, so let’s not be getting our knickers in a twist, but what is galling about this is that our public representatives’ private moments are being funded at the tax payer’s expense.