Talk about irony: Sabine and Neelu both had to sit through a day and a half of witness testimony last week, during which they heard from four individuals they’d terrorised and defamed, who described their feelings of being hunted, of being unsafe in their own homes, and of having no recourse in law.
One might think that any normal person would feel at least a small twinge of empathy or even remorse for their actions in the face of this kind of testimony. They might understand that they’d caused innocent people, including small children, a great deal of distress. They might wonder how it would feel to be relentlessly pursued by people telling lies about them, encouraging others to believe they were the worst sort of criminals….
Sorry. We’re talking about Sabine here. How foolish of us: we should remember that Sabine is the only person in the world who is ever hard done by.
After all, a newspaper that serves the community she and her cronies have been terrorising has actually had the temerity to publish stories—news stories!—about Neelu, Belinda, Abe, Ella, and worst of all Sabine herself, in which she comes out smelling less than rose-like:
Fancy that! A journalist has been doing his or her job, covering an ongoing issue that’s affected hundreds of people, and Sabine thinks this coverage is a “libelous campaign”?
“This was the 17th article creating our ‘local reputation'” she claims, with no discernible trace of irony. “After the first few articles I had written to the editor in July 2015 as well as the Independent Press Standards Organisation IPSO—but it’s all a waste of time. I never got a reply. They know what they can get away with….”
Excuse us while we collapse in fits of helpless laughter.
Seriously, Sabine? Seriously?
She’s actually worried about a newspaper reporting on her actual, verified activities (not just speculative lies about imaginary cults that rape children and eat babies at McDonald’s), because she fears her ‘local reputation’ will be damaged?
This will no doubt come as a complete shock to Sabine, but her ‘local reputation’ has been in tatters for some time now, and it has nothing to do with the Ham & High.
The fact is that when one goes about bearing false witness against one’s neighbours on an industrial scale, one’s reputation is bound to suffer. Spreading lies and encouraging people to harass one’s neighbours (by, for example, posting them dolls covered in red nail polish to resemble blood) is generally not the best way to make friends and influence people.
And Sabine does herself no favours by whining when she suffers the inevitable consequences.
Rather, she reveals herself for what she is: a self-centred, self-pitying fantasist whose strange preoccupation with the sexual violation of children has led her down a very dark and ugly road.
And if her actions have led her into the public eye via the courts and the media, she has only herself to blame.