Crime

A story of cime. And no punishment.

Jeremy Clarkson should be well used to criticism; there's a lot to criticise. He's a dreadful right wing Tory, dresses like a middle class numpty from the late 1980s and writes for The Sun.

He also claims to be a champion for the honest, decent thinking people of this country and abhors political correctness.

People who claim to hate the PC society we live in today often create labels for themselves such as people's champion in order to facilitate their mouths as spouts for xenophobia, racism and other forms of hatred.

"Oh, he's not bad, just speaking up for the moral majority," his allied kin might claim.

Similarly, his supporters, in positions of being able to punish him for broadcasting his filth, take no action.

The Top Gear host described a vehicle on the BBC Two show last July as being "very ginger beer", taken to be rhyming slang for the term queer. Ofcom have since criticised him for his actions, though state the matter is now resolved because the BBC had already warned the production team not to repeat this behaviour. And only five complaints were made. Do you think, my love, that the sort of person who'd find this performance offensive would be watching Top Gear?

So Clarkson goes unpunished.

Imagine, dear reader, if the CPS made a statement, in 1981: We will not be taking this case to trial as the matter is now resolved. The police have warned Peter Sutcliffe not to kill again.

Of course, the BBC are more concerned with viewing figures than anything else. Criticising Clarkson, punishing him or forcing him to make a public apology would be a mistake in their eyes. His viewers, similarly dull, stupid and laddish would disassociate themselves from such a man and, instead, tune in to other programmes presented by other irresponsible idiots, the unsophisticated and those with macho, more primitive minds and outlooks.

Last year, he was cleared of making a racist slur about Germany because this was adjudged to be amusing rather than offensive.