The End Of An Error

The man who could envisage a health apocalypse in a cotton wool bud resigns his supersized saggy seat as Chief Medical Officer tomorrow.

And considering what a superlative disaster he has been, the day can't come soon enough. This BBC article paints a less than rosy picture of him, especially over the MTAS fiasco which slashed the number of medical recruits, destroyed fledgling careers, and needlessly cost the NHS over £6m in just a few months, but that's nothing compared to the incompetence and eye-watering waste in other areas attributable to Liam 'putrid, knuckled-headed chimp' Donaldson. The most notable being, of course, the swine flu panic which had him sweatily jerking his tadger dry at the thrill of throwing £300m of our taxes into a big pharma drain, as I mentioned recently.

We're hocked up to our eyeballs after signing up to guaranteed Tamiflu purchase contracts thanks to that rancid turd. His dire forecasts of imminent social collapse, over a virus which turned out to be about as dangerous as chicken pox, have left health authorities trawling for disused aircraft hangars in which to store the bloody stuff.

Not only that, we also have to find room - somewhere on NHS property one presumes, which incurs a cost in itself - for 226 million face masks, 34 million respirators and 15.2 million courses of antibiotics.

I mean, there really is no beginning to the hectoring jizz-chugger's talent. From ridiculous scaremongering over 750,000 deaths from bird flu, to pushing for irrelevant and entirely useless gestures such as minimum alcohol pricing, his incompetence knows no bounds.

Yet Labour took this clown seriously. So seriously, in fact, that they effected legislation which was more damaging than anything saggy-arse had done before or since ... and that's saying something.

In 2004, the BBPA estimated a smoking ban would cost the industry £3.5bn and the loss of 5,000 pubs and 75,000 staff. Considering the stunning accuracy of the pubs prediction, one can only take the £3.5bn figure as a fairly good guide of the financial loss to our economy.

And it's all down to lardy Liam throwing a tantrum and petulantly stomping his feet.

As ministers fretted over plans for limited new restrictions, Sir Liam told MPs that he would considered (sic, it is the BBC) resigning over their failure to back a full smoking ban in enclosed public spaces.

This despite his personal mantra being.

'I represent the Government, for which I work, the medical profession, which I try to listen to, and the public. My moral principle is that if ever there is a conflict it is the public who wins.'

Except, of course, when the public democratically elect politicians to represent them, and their views disagree with that of saggy-arsed cunt Donaldson.

So, nearly £4bn down thanks to the hypocritical cock, and he's finally throwing in the scaremonger-in-chief towel. Well, thank fuck for that!

Despite all this, I personally hope he lives as long a life as he envisages for others ... whether they wish it, or would prefer to take a gamble on an enjoyable existence instead. Preferably he'll survive to the age of 150, the last third of which, with any luck, will be spent in an unscrupulous geriatric home after his offspring, blessed with Liam's selfishness gene, engineer power of attorney over his cash and dump him there to dribble in impotent discomfort, being fed on liquidised offal rejected by Pedigree Chum, his arthritis-wracked, wheelchair-bound shell being tended to by minimum wage chav 'nurses' whose idea of care is changing his incontinence pants once a week.

But that's just me.

For the scientific/medical community, there are differing reasons to despise the sonofabitch, as described succinctly by Simon Jenkins at the turn of the year.

This is why people are ever more sceptical of scientists. Why should they believe what "experts" say when they can be so wrong and with such impunity? Weapons of mass destruction, lethal viruses, nuclear radiation, global warming … why should we believe a word of it? And it is a short step from don't believe to don't care.

Quite.

So keep yourself alive for as long as you can, Liam (cos that's all that is important, isn't it?). Safe in the knowledge that you have bastardised evidence, invited scorn on your fellow professionals, damaged the future of the NHS, scared the public for no good reason, wasted public resources, helped rip the guts out of decent society, and advocated the deeply sinister policy of 'denormalisation' of perfectly normal citizens for the first time since the last war ended.

Lucifer hasn't a pitchfork serrated enough to adequately deal with you.

Tomorrow, I invite you to leave tributes to Liam's tenure in office, but in the meantime, I recommend reading his 'guest post' at Ross's place last year. It's rather good and astutely nails his dictatorial nature via the medium of impeccably-aimed satire.