Sunday, February 10

Abu Hamza getting a gay nurse? Can there be any better poetic justice?

I was laughing fit to burst. I know it is very childish and very very illiberal of me, and yes, I know this was published in the Mirror, but hey! read and giggle! Whose human rights will you establish? the rights of the nurse or Abu Hamza? But the idea of him getting a gay nurse is divine justice, what more proof do you want there is a God?

I quote:

HATE preacher Abu Hamza has refused any more treatment from his prison nurse after finding out the man is gay. The nurse, nickname Queenie, has been helping to wash and dress the convicted terrorist for more than two years. A prison source told the Mirror the full-time staffer is openly gay and has a camp voice.

Officers at Belmarsh jail are said to be surprised Hamza, 48, has not noticed before. Now the cleric is claiming it is against his religion and human rights to be treated by a homosexual. The source said Hamza's solicitor wrote to the governor demanding his client is given a new regular nurse.The prison service refused saying it does not discriminate on grounds of sexuality.

The source said: "The nurse is upset about it. He has spent the last couple of years doing everything for Hamza, even wiping his bottom. "It shows how little respect Hamza has for others. The nurse dresses him, washes him, cleans his teeth, cuts his toenails, trims his beard and applies ointment for his skin disorder." Egyptian-born Hamza, serving seven years for inciting murder and racial hatred, requires care because he is limited by his hook hands.

The source said: "His nurse is open about being gay. He even speaks with a camp voice. His nickname is Queenie. "Hamza has been refusing treatment while he is on duty but he won't be able to keep that up because it is causing him a great deal of discomfort." The prison service said: "We do not comment on individual prisoners."

Reminds me of the joke:

An airline's passenger cabin was being served by a gay flight attendant who put everyone into a good mood as he served them food and drinks. As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and announced to the passengers, "Captain Marvin has asked me to announce that he'll be landing the big scary plane shortly, lovely people, so if you could just put up your trays that would be super."
On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed that a well-dressed, sophisticated woman hadn't moved. "Perhaps you didn't hear me over those big brute engines. I asked you to raise your trazy-poo so the main man can pitty-pat us on the ground." She calmly turned her head and said, "In my country, I am called a Princess. I take orders from no one."
To which the flight attendant replied, "Well honey, in my country I'm called a Queen, so . TRAY UP BIZNATCH!

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