There's a fellow in prison in the UK named Charles Bronson. He has the dubious honour of being Britain's most dangerous prisoner.
He's got form for armed robbery, vicious beatings & taking hostages like they're going out of fashion. His last escapade involved demands for a cheese sandwich & a helicopter to fly him out of the nick. Obviously this guy is a couple of fingers short of a KitKat. When denied his demands he put a collar on his hostage & led him around the room like a dog.
As you do.
Charles is doing a long, long time. He will likely never be released. In this situation prison authorities allow you to marry inside the prison. Charles married a muslim woman. From all accounts it was a nice ceremony & a nice time was had by all.
Predictably, it all ended in tears & the next thing you know this woman is punting her story around to anyone who will listen - or to be more specific, pay.
She is saying that letters she recieved from Mr Bronson started off nice, but then they began to contain 'racist' remarks & that we should all know 'what kind of a guy he really is'.
Now, am I not getting something here? Are we really expected to believe that calling somebody names (however vile) compares in any way shape or form to robbing, beating & hostage-taking? Did we all think he used to be a rather nice guy until he called her a name?
She thought nothing of hooking up with this character in the first place but because he called her whatever he did, she is now insisting he is demonised by the rest of the world because she says so, based on the fact she didn't like being called names.
I'm not saying we all love Charlie but in my eyes he has a lot more credibility than this bitch playing her race card in exchange for a few quid. It is people like her - fully supported by people like you - who stifle proper debate on the issue of what is right & wrong & is the reason we're all going to the dogs.