http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk_politics/4277175.stm

This piece is so poorly written, that the meaning is ambiguous.


"The government is acknowledging that we do need to build in a more
tangible use of the judicial process. However, how we go about doing
that remains an idea for discussion," he said.

But it seemed the two sides remained at odds over the use of phone-tap
evidence in courts, which opposition parties say would allow more
suspected terrorists' cases to come to court.

They suggest sensitive intelligence could be vetted by a judge to
ensure fairness and protect sources, but ministers say revealing
evidence could put sources' lives at risk. "

Who is suggesting what here?

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So, we have a judge looking at phone tap evidence. He says. "Yes that's
fair." So it's admitted to court.

At that point, the Barrister, and the guy under charge knows where he
was when he said what, and by association knows that whichever phone
was being tapped, then anything said over _that_ phone was tapped, and
hence all plans conspired over that phone is compromised, and unless
the court's held in camera, then so does his mate (or mother, and hence
mates.)

However, his Brief (with an IQ of 130 or more) then turns to the court,
and says, "Yes. He said he wanted to murder Patricia Hewitt over the
phone, and to chop her up with an industrial plastic shredder, but you
see, it's an in-joke with him and his mates, they're just lads who are
convinced she's a manhating slut, and they just have a laugh at the
stupid bony-arsed bint's expense" and he brings up a dozen fictitious
other incidents where they also cracked the same "joke". "Oh that old
chestnut," says the defendent, " we've been joking we're going to plan
to bomb the houses of Parliament for years." If you'd been able to
listen to what I said when I wasn't on _that_ phone, like when I was
campaigning for Christian Aid, then you'd realise that I didn't mean it
and it was only 'wistful' humour."

The judge then discovers that there's no way to prove or disprove a
negative, and he walks, but then old muslim boy knows everything said
over that phone needs to be replanned. Also, all his mates know that
he's a hero because the police have done him, but they also know he's
compromised, so they politely give him a wide berth, he accepts this
and stays quiet for a bit.

Meanwhile, our police then have to send in dozens of undercover police
now in order to follow all his mates about. Impossible. Just who is Ian
Blair? My fucking daughter's only three and she could envisage this
scenario without help.

"Yes. Your honour I did say that Harriet Harmanhater's a bulldog faced,
celulite arsed bitch, but if your police could have heard me finish the
conversation, when I was at Caesar's nightclub, I said I was joking."

And then it's innocent until proven guilty, and the religious, son of
Islam nutter walks out the door.



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