Last week, ex-Tory MP turned Daily Express columnist Ann Widdecombe ventured to express the opinion that troofers are a bunch of ill-informed tin-foil hat wearers whose views are grounded in paranoia, guesswork, and delusion.
Hardly a revolutionary concept, and one we’re all too familiar with as regards the Hampstead satanic abuse hoax. While in general I have little time for Ms Widdecombe—her politics are slightly to the right of Attila the Hun’s, and she’s not shy expressing them—I really cannot argue with her on this one.
Here’s what she said:
But hark! Off in the distance! Do you hear that popping noise? That’s the sound of troofers’ heads exploding.
Predictably, the comments section of the Express piece was full to the brim of frothing-at-the-mouth indignance:
“Chris Spivey is a brilliant investigative reporter – unlike the mainstream media drones. Do you actually look into his research??”
“Anne I think you are suffering cognitive dissonance from years of being part of the system. A system that had fed you for years you are quite happy to condemn a man Chris Spivey who quite clearly you know nothing about, his articles which are highly detailed and fully referenced – the fact that the man is being attacked and not his words speaks volumes. His recent “trial” for trumped up charges has been a travesty with the rule of law being set aside to conduct a witch hunt. If you cared about justice and freedom of speech you would be on his side.”
“The day of revolution will come and the scum that has been abusing our children and their own power will be left hanging in the streets. I hope that you, Widdecombe, actually do some research before swallowing tainted stories and hit pieces. Or you will be among the hung out to dry.”
“You Widdecombe are a rather large unsightly sack of undulating lard who lost all your credibility as a politician when you lined your overly huge pockets on strictly come dancing !…I would trust Spivey with my life rather than any over privileged private educated dunce _un_ repeater like you !
…and so forth, ad nauseam.
Or old, or fat, or something. Uh-huh.