First we had that story the other week about doleites being harangued by jumped-up scowl-faced tosswipe Jeremy Kyle to try and shame the great unwashed masses into getting off their arses and finding gainful employment. I thought it was a joke at first - how the hell can anyone think that a bit of an earbashing from a rat-like shouty cunt is going to change anyone's life around? Does anyone really think that having that smug wankrag barking at you ("Look at me! Look at me! Oi you! You've got to go and get a job pal! You've got a kid!" - thunderous applause from braying twats in audience, glad of somewhere warm to rest for half an hour before they pop down to Farm Foods) has ever worked in any tangible sense ever? And please spare me the awfulness of his 'Turn your life around' flim-flam with Deadly Derek Draper - glurge that even the likes of Oprah would balk at through reasons of sheer good taste.
Surely no-one could think that turning the running of the country into a daytime talk show would be any good? Could they?
Hell yes, they could. Now sex offenders are apparently going to be given lie-detector tests to try and find out whether they're still scary bogeymen out to rape our kids or not.
I guess it depends on the questions really. If you ask a paedophile whether they fancy kids, they might say no, they might say yes; the fact they've been convicted of a sex offence against kids probably would lead you to the conclusion that they do. Surely it's a more complicated issue than that, of attempting to try and get these people to live with the horrible truth of what they are and approximate a relatively ordinary existence without re-offending?
No, fuck it. Just give em a lie-detector to prove that they're still 'a risk'. Of course it brings populist accolades in terms of war against pedalos, but what practically does it achieve in any sense whatsoever?
What next? DNA tests down the Job Club? Actually...