Monday 8 August 2016

Conspiracy Does Not Mean Wearing A Tinfoil Hat

I'm not a conspiracy theorist.

If you're looking for someone to wear a tin foil hat and help you look for aliens, I'm really not your man.

The only conspiracies that interest me are where officials in public organisations conspire with each other to cheat the public, no matter whether it be through some old boys type of network or just close colleagues and friends doing wee favours for each other.

These types of conspiracies happen every day and they cause very real and direct damage to members of the public.

Let's be blunt. We've all probably had a friend or a neighbour who has done us a wee favour. Perhaps it was an electrician popping round to your house at 8 o'clock one night to fix your fuse box using a bit of copper wire he got from the back of the works van. It happens. People do favours for each other every day.

And public bodies are no different.

The Crown office get the police to help them out when they need a wee hand to get a conviction. Police help councils out because they provide funding for extra police officers. Business owners get 'friendly' councillors to approve planning permissions and licensing applications. The list goes on and the connections go on.

Wherever there are human beings in public organisations, they conspire together and favours get done. It's a fact of life. It's also human nature so get used to it.

Sometimes I worry that readers who are new to this blog may wrongly think it as being written by some sort of conspiracy theorist. I worry that if I, or the information I post, is viewed as conspiracy theory that it may detract from its credibility and importance.

So I labour at length to assure my readers that what I write is truthful and accurate. Please do NOT take what I write with a pinch of salt, it's much too important for that.

Which brings me to todays story.

As you know, I often write about how our the public bodies are incestuously connected and why this is unhealthy. I also often say that a 5 year old could easily join the dots which map out how these organisations all work closely with each other and cover up for each other when required.

You may also remember that I said that ex solicitors and ex procurator fiscals take jobs with councils and then use their position as councillors to get themselves on committees and boards such as the Scottish Police Authority where they can then use their new job to influence decisions which favourably affect friends and colleagues in their old 'past life'.

Well let me (re)introduce to you the deputy chief constable Neil Richardson from Police Scotland. Or perhaps I should call him former deputy chief constable Neil Richardson.

In his old job as deputy chief constable of Police Scotland you may remember he was the top cop who was (and still is) up to his neck in the illegal spying on journalists scandal.

Well, we now discover that his retirement isn't exactly going to be spent tending to his begonias.

Because he has just been shortlisted to be the next £117,000-a-year chief executive of Inverclyde Council.

If he's successful and get's the job, he'll very quickly be known as simply Neil Richardson.

In the blink of an eye, the 'Deputy Chief Constable' bit will be dropped and will become but a distant memory.

And here's the problem.

If he gets the job, it won't be long until he, as chief executive of the council, starts taking decisions or sits on a committee or a board somewhere that has a connection to untrustworthy Police Scotland or the corrupt Crown office.

And when he does, his old job as a deputy chief constable will be conveniently forgotten and no conflict of interest will ever be flagged up.

And his buddies from his 'old life' will be giving him a wee bell to privately thank him for his help to them in his 'new life'.

Unless of course they already know beforehand that they can rely on him for his 'help'.