The piece of shit on the right hand side of the picture is Mick Philpot.
All of his life he was a waster, a loser, never worked, and fathered SEVENTEEN children with five different women. He did this so that he would have a free life with handouts and free housing coming from the government. Or, the taxpayer, I should say.
He started making demands to his local government for a bigger house because he had so many kids living with him and his mistress. The local government refused.
He then devised a a new tactic — to destroy the house he was living in at the time; the local government would then be compelled to rehouse him, and his tribe.
One evening, a blaze swept through the house. Not only did it destroy the building and everything inside, but it also killed six of his children aged from five to thirteen years old.
His plan had been to start the fire, wait for it to take hold, “rescue” his kids, become the local hero and get a nice new free house. Obviously, things didn’t work out that way.
The piece of fucking vermin even had the brass balls to go on TV a few days after the event with his crocodile tears, and tell the world how his life had fallen apart.
This tragedy affected me deeply at the time. I still think about those poor babies, suffering, dying, scared, and, may the rest in peace.
Philpot was sentenced to life imprisonment. As a father myself, he should have been hung, shot, I don’t give a shit, and I dare anyone to debate me on that.