Beverley Lunt: Judge or rhyming slang?

The laws against cannabis are an abomination, an insult to God the Creator who gave us this incredible plant. It can be used to make cloth, paper, plastics, biofuel and many other things. It is an incredibly rich source of protein and a medicine with thousands of uses. On top of all this, you can smoke it and get high. Little wonder that the corporations conspired to destroy its cultivation in the 1930s.

Up in Burnley, one old man is facing jail for doing his Christian duty and helping his neighbours, by delivering a bit of the beneficial herb along with the daily milk to alleviate their aches and pains, and the so-called judge Beverley Lunt has warned him to expect an immediate custodial sentence - notwithstanding the fact that he has done absolutely nothing wrong.

Perhaps this so-called judge is a hard-liner who routinely dishes out harsh sentences... or perhaps not.

So, in summary: arsonists - slap on the wrist; attempted murderers - slap on the wrist; knife-wielding muggers - slap on the wrist; old geezers who bring a little herbal medicine to those in need - lock 'em up, throw away the key.

My only criticism of the guy is that he pleaded guilty, when he should have taken his chances with a jury. There's no way I'd ever give a guilty verdict in such a case, and I'm sure I'm not alone. Mind you, these days, now that fascist labour has abolished the rule against double jeopardy, there's no guarantee the authorities wouldn't drag the poor man back into court until they got the verdict they wanted.

(Hat tip: Looking for a voice)
(Pic: Woodcut of Hemp or Cannabis sativa as illustrated in the herbal Kreuterbuch of Leonard Fuchs. 1543)