The plods get their man

Good news at last! The Metropolitan Police have caught the chap, an alleged terrorist who escaped from Wandsworth prison by clinging to the underside of a delivery wagon. At first I thought it may have been a remake of an episode of Porridge showing up our prison authorities as comically incompetent. But the Met have got their man, and for now they’ll be slapping themselves on the back for at last gaining some good publicity. But wait! There are still two notorious perps on the loose! Fugitives they are (from the court of public opinion) namely Liz Truss and Boris Johnson. The public should be advised not to approach them—they could be dangerous. A description of them could be lifted straight from the words of Kurt Vonnegut:
 
‘What has allowed so many PPs [psychopathic personalities] to rise so high in corporations, and now in government, is that they are so decisive. They are going to do something every fuckin’ day and they are not afraid. Unlike normal people, they are never filled with doubts, for the simple reason that they don’t give a fuck about what happens next. Simply can’t! Do this! Do that! Mobilise the reserves! Privatise the public schools! Attack Iraq! Cut health care! Tap everybody’s telephone! Cut taxes on the rich! Build a trillion dollar missile shield! . . . and kiss my ass!’ (a man without a country, Bloomsbury, 2006, p.101)
 
Sadly for this type of PP jail never seems to be an option, but I'm sure the late Kurt Vonnegut may have drawn a miniscule fraction of satisfaction from seeing Trump at least arraigned here, there and everywhere. But he won’t go to prison, and nor will Truss and Johnson, no matter the harm they did [other PPs are available].