His entire life he was a good-for-nothing, a loser, never worked, and fathered seven children with five different women. He did this to live a life of freedom on handouts and free accommodation from the government. Or rather, from the taxpayer.
He began demanding a larger house from his local council because so many children lived with him and his mistress. The council refused.
He then developed a new tactic: he destroyed the house in which he was living at the time; the local council was then forced to find new accommodation for him and his family.
One evening, a fire broke out in the house. It not only destroyed the building and everything in it, but also killed six of his children, aged between five and thirteen.
His plan was to start the fire, wait for it to spread, “save” his children, become the town hero, and get a nice new house for free. Obviously, it didn’t go that way.
That piece of scum even had the audacity to go on television a few days after the event, shedding crocodile tears and telling the world how his life had gone off the rails.
This tragedy deeply affected me at the time. I still think about those poor babies who suffered, died, were afraid, and may they rest in peace.
Philpot was sentenced to life imprisonment. As a father, he should have been hanged or shot, I don’t give a damn, and I invite everyone to discuss this with me.