These last few weeks I have been wondering about Savile and his works and pomps and trying to make sense of how an uneducated lad from Leeds can get into the minds of powerful folk. It is a massive criminal gift but I think it can easily be done if you look for the tell-tale signs given out by these rather unworthy folk. These powerful people crave power not, for what good they can do, but because with this power they can feed their bizarre and horrible fantasies. They can become sexual predators and indulge in these traits to their heart’s content, knowing their victims are in awe and will remain so for life. Any victim who does threaten is quickly made to disappear by those who supply this merchandise or by the coterie of acolytes the powerful gather round them and are of the same persuasion. These acolytes normally pick up the juicy pieces that are left over from the rich meal provided by the stars of the show, the likes of Jimmy Savile.
A quick trawl through the internet reveals the power crazed politicos of the last 30 years. They are always the same names but nearly always because they have not been as discreet as some and probably thought that their power overrode consequences. These people when they attain a certain level start to protect each other and rely on largesse from the likes of Margaret Thatcher to remain in power after overstepping the mark. Thatcher was in a poor position as the first women prime minister and leader of the Conservative Party faced by a legion of these misogynistic, paedophilic perverts in her Cabinet. Her only power over them was her knowledge and with this knowledge she fed their cravings and kept control. Why else was Savile always close to her, he was her grocer.
I have spoken about these men before and their penchant was nearly always young boys and Savile with his well designed charitable life could fetch and carry this kick giving food from orphanages and local authority homes all over the country. These poor unfortunate children were thought of as low life, nobody cared. Their only value was fodder for these rampant masochistic bastards who supposedly ran and still run our lives.
These customers were wealthy men, the rewards were great and this need, this hunger was not just limited to the Tory Party, the Labour Party was also flooded with them. Socialists like Graville Janner, Gerald Kaufman, who incidentally was supposed to do a nice line in stolen goods from his constituency offices in Gorton Labour club, George Robertson, all now Lords who liked young boys, Brown and Blair who went in for the more mature man and woman and Tories like Ted Heath, Leon Britton, Alistair McAlpine who all needed young boys and Michael Portillo and Peter Lilley who took what they could and then there was Derek Laud. Now here is a name to conjure with.
The Tory party is littered with foppish anachronisms like Derek Laud. I knew two in Manchester. One we took in, who had nowhere to live, who I understand blew himself to bits politically at Oxford University in the mid 1990s and anyway he was heterosexual which would not have helped his cause. There was another whose name escapes me, who became leader of the Tory Party in Manchester in the mid 1970s and who was found to be that bad, the Conservative Party have never recovered in the city. These fops are all from dysfunctional families, they all needed politics like an addict needs drugs, they are all naturally intelligent without it seems to many educational attainments and absolutely no innate common sense. They all speak louder and clearer than the rest but most of them shoot themselves in the foot prior to fame. Derek Laud got farther than most but even now has had to scale back on his activities because of outside pressure but I would suggest it is now more undercover, he could never desert his calling altogether.
As far as I can see Derek never graduated farther than the remedial class of a south London comprehensive, where he learnt to act as a pimp for his classmates and hire them out to rich businessmen. Derek himself is a self-confessed homosexual having come out at the age of 14. According to records at 20 years of age, he had been invited to join the Conservative Monday Club, that influential right wing organization where most of the nutty Tory values come from. Previous to that he had been employed by Sir John Beckwith, one of Britain’s richest property investors. Sir John had never married and it seemed to me that Derek was being passed around like fruit, very muscular fruit at that.
By the age of 21 he was working as a researcher and special advisor for Conservative MPs and Cabinet Ministers and as advisor to the Bank of England. He wrote speech after speech for Margaret Thatcher. All this at 21 with no formal education we know of. He must be some guy. A really foppish dresser, a mate of another foppish dresser, Chris Eubanks the boxer. He speaks with a cut glass English accent, he was elected Master of Hounds of the Hampshire New Forest Hunt, he comes from a dysfunctional Caribbean South London family. He has all the makings. Allied to all of this he had a tremendous and fearsome physique, somebody once referred to him as a mini Sampson.
This man must have been an absolute genius. He was Campaign aide for John Major’s leadership bid. He is so well connected it is unbelievable, being a lifelong friend of Samantha Cameron’s family and a personal friend of David’s and a guest at their wedding. He had a massive circle of friends in the Tory Party and early on in his meteoric career, he was associating with Alistair McAlpine, now Lord and one time Treasurer of the Conservative Party, who came under tremendous pressure because of his need for young boys from council homes in Northern Ireland, North Wales and the South of England. Young boys who often mysteriously disappeared after serving their purpose. Alistair unfortunately became so unpopular with the media for his little abnormal activities that he had to get out and is now purported to be living on a sheep farm in Western Australia. Now there’s an opening.
Derek, who it seems was into this lifestyle like nobody else and just like Jimmy, he could supply for each and every occasion. He was also friendly with Michael Portillo and Peter Lilley who used to take him off to Morocco on holiday, no ladies welcome. However it all got too much, there were people dying in tragic circumstances all round poor Derek and young uppity boys were just disappearing but they were from council homes and didn’t matter. He had to rein in what he did and Cameron offered him first go at the Lord Mayor of London’s job. He had to refuse, his past was too precipitous. He was intelligent, he knew if he went for high office he would be doomed. It shows how unintelligent Cameron is for offering him the position. Boris took the reins, his history was heterosexual but I would imagine with consenting females and he has done well.
Derek went into the City and well paid luxury and hopefully left his turgidity behind him. I wonder. I have said all this because I was trying to consider him in the same breath as Jimmy Savile. Both from dysfunctional families, living in urban back streets, with no formal education but both with a lively intelligence. Both showmen in their own ways, both friends of the great and not so good, both seeing a market and going for it. Both basically evil people. Somebody has to take over the reins from the dead Savile, these weak men with deviant needs are still out there albeit with changed names and I suggest the Master of Foxhounds is a shoe-in if he has not already taken over.