Rupert Quaintance is back on the warpath. Again. In his latest, ahem, ‘radio broadcast’ he’s been blustering and bragging about what he’s planning to do when he finally arrives in London, which will be…er, any day now. Really. He’s not kidding this time. For reals.
It seems Rupert undertook to ‘educate’ himself about the issue of paedophilia in the UK via this video of the Australian 60 Minutes programme which ran last summer, to some very mixed reviews:
One of our intrepid team member gathered a few of his more, er, notable comments for us here:
It’s obviously upset him a lot and I feel some sympathy with him, in the same way I’d feel sympathy with a 15 year old who’s waking up to the problem of paedophilia. He’s reacting like a 15 year old…talking about violence and hitting/killing paedophiles. He doesn’t actually know what a paedophile is…because he hasn’t read anything real or done any real research beyond listening to Angie, reading alternative websites and watching documentaries. At one point he says: “If you’re too ugly to get laid, just fucking kill yourself.”
Erm…we’re not sure how to break this to Rupert, but being “too ugly to get laid” isn’t usually an element of paedophilia. Once again, he betrays his complete lack of understanding of a very important issue.
Here are some quotes from Rupert:
If you know some big bad-ass brawling mother-fuckers, put them in contact with me. Seriously folks, if you know people who wanna back us on this, if you know people who can finance more of this stuff and throw some money in the account so that we’re not…..look! We’re fighting paedophiles…okay? I don’t need to be broke completely while I’m doing it, right?
In other words, just because he claims to be out to save the world from paedophiles, there’s no reason he should deny himself a new pair of trainers on someone else’s dime.
We’re going to confront some people too. We’re taking names. We’re gonna start a culture here in Yurp and America of not forgetting these people’s names. Yeah, let them go and do their two years in prison. Let them come out for about three months and have someone pay attention to where they are and one day walk up to them in public and just slap the living crap out of them…you don’t need to stab them or shoot them…walk up and just smack em, punch ’em out right at the tip of their jaw….
So…he’s all for vigilantism, and assault is perfectly fine as long as you suspect the person you’re “punching right out” might be a paedophile. This kind of thing has happened before here, and it has not ended well.
This is war now. The Courts aren’t doing anything. Do you think you can just do this without….
We’re going to teach y’all the American way of doing stuff. You wanna get to the point where you do stuff that’s messed up that you’re hoping that the cops get to you before everybody else does. People need to shake it off. It’s probably written in your laws too that you’re allowed to use force to stop force.
Oh, thanks, Rupert. Yes, please do come here and teach us yore totally awesum and kewl American way of doing stuff.
Also, might not be a bad plan for Rupert to actually check out our laws before making idiotic assumptions. Oh, wait. That’s not his style, is it? How foolish of us.
You’re usually allowed to stop force with force, usually have to be in the act of it, but hey I say blur the lines a little bit. Who gives a shit. There’s plenty of ways to take care of people, take that however you want without having a whole bunch of blowback.
We’re fairly sure that “a whole bunch of blowback” is exactly what Rupert will get if he tries to “blur the lines” of the law. He won’t be getting it from the innocent Hampstead residents he’s planning to harass, though; he’ll be getting it from the plod…and chances are he’ll find himself being frogmarched to a nice cosy cell for a wee think.
My job is to be the loudmouth. What happens to you on the other end after these people find out your names and where you are, that’s your problem now. You can’t mess with me.
Mmm-hmm. Sure, Rupert. Whatever you say.
They already have your names folks, by the way. Shutting me up at this point isn’t gonna do you any good. All I am is the cameraman. Your names are out there people. We got people hunting down your IP addresses.
Who knows, there might be somebody watching you physically.
Well, good luck with that whole IP address thing. Here’s a clue: Sabine claims that this blog is run by RD (she’s wrong, but when has that ever stopped her?), and that she has received several harassing messages from an IP address that she’s cleverly traced to Wesley’s Café in Westminster. (Some day our tech person will explain why this is so hilarious. For now, take it from us: IP addresses can be slippery things.)
If you ain’t over here sticking fists in faces you need to stick money in coffers. You understand?
You British people are better than this. You brought us the Beatles and Led Zeppelin.
Honestly, this fellow has a mental age of 12. And in saying that, we could be insulting a great many 12-year-old children.
So let’s see the numbers of people who are after you now. There’s group X and Y who won’t ever be named. We’ve got everybody in America who doesn’t like this stuff. We just have to get the word out to them. And most importantly we’ve got people who are just angry…er….who would be angry at anybody I said to be angry at.
Oh, right. We almost forgot about Rupert’s amazing power to control his audience, and make them “be angry at anyone [he] said to be angry at”. How foolish of us. We should concede defeat immediately, if not sooner.
Here’s Rupert talking about a British paedophile called Tom O’Carroll who features in the documentary linked above:
1:43 I seriously hope somebody busts a cap in this guy’s ass. It’s just because nobody knows who he is. You think there aren’t gangsters over there in London who wouldn’t be glad to put a few through this guy’s front window? You’re kidding me.
You know, we seem to recall that inciting others to violence is frowned upon by the law here as well. Just a thought.
I don’t want to come out swinging with anybody…let me just make that clear. If you wanna get mouthy with me in public that’s fine. Nothing’ll happen.
If you want to put your hands on me you’ll probably end up with a broken finger or worse.
Is it wrong that we laughed out loud at this one? Probably. “A broken finger…or worse.” Run away!!! Run away!!!
You mess with me, you’re going to have a whole platoon of militarily trained individuals just kinda looking for maybe for anybody, just to retaliate. That’s the funny thing about this, like with the way the world is right now what if I tip off World War 3. It’s like you’ll be watching a documentary in 2074. It’ll be my 96th birthday when it comes out. ‘After a man from America took a trip to England to investigate an outbreak of paedophilia tensions flared and the next thing England knew it found itself in enburrowed (?) in what eventually became World War 3.’ Wouldn’t that be some shit? Then I go down in the history books as the world’s biggest asshole.
Or the worlds biggest hero. Rip the band-aid off.
So which is it, then? A “whole platoon of militarily trained individuals”, or a broken finger? Lives could hang in the balance here, Rupert! We must know!
Actually, never mind.
Seems Rupert can’t open his mouth without a bunch of grandiose verbosity emerging from it, and frankly, we’d rather not encourage him.
On a more serious note, the police have already been informed that he plans to harass innocent people in Hampstead; and we’d like to reiterate for the umpteenth time our caution: if you see this little tosser doing anything illegal — or if he tries to approach you in a threatening way — please do not engage with him.
Call 999 in any emergency situation, and please, stay safe. Don’t let the wanker win.