The law in the US feels like a stage.
Lawyers performing for the jury.
Theatrics, closing arguments like Broadway finales.
Justice — for better or worse — as entertainment.
The UK?
The law here is quieter.
Colder.
No lights, no cameras.
Just the slow, clinical turning of gears.
Now, imagine this.
Someone makes a claim.
A big one.
The kind that wakes up the police,
sends paperwork flying,
puts names on files.
But here’s the thing, the claim is false.
The Digital Shadows They Forgot About
Say one of my followers,
a quiet lurker in the corners of my site,
had been loading my blogs.
Every post.
Every midnight refresh.
And every single time, my site logged it.
- IP Address – down to the street.
- Login Info – the exact account they used.
- Analytics – timestamps stacked like breadcrumbs they didn’t even know they were leaving.
I wasn’t spying.
I was just watching.
the way any creator does. ;)
Now Flip the Script
That same person?
The one leaving fingerprints on every page?
They make the claim.
A claim with teeth.
A claim the police take seriously.
Except… it’s false.
The Data Waits
IP logs.
Login timestamps.
The pages they clicked.
Moments they were reading the very words
they’d later swear they’d never seen.
Proof.
Silent.
Cold.
Building.
For days.
Weeks.
Waiting.
The Stories Don’t Match.
Police start asking questions.
Piecing together timelines.
Someone hands over the analytics.
And suddenly the narrative splits.
The claim says one thing.
The data says another.
And here’s the ugly truth:
Data doesn’t stutter.
Data doesn’t forget.
The Weight of False Words
Filing a false report isn’t a story you control.
The moment you lie, the machinery starts turning.
Paperwork becomes evidence.
An investigation becomes real.
And when police find out you made it up?
They don’t sigh and pat you on the shoulder.
They turn the spotlight on you.
Wasting Police Time — up to 6 months in prison. 2500 pound fine. No more traveling for you.
Perverting the Course of Justice — Years in prison. Life, in extreme cases.
Not “maybe.” Not “might.”
The law doesn’t blink when it crushes you.
The Point?
All hypothetical, of course.
But in a world where every click leaves a mark,
every blog visit stamps a time and place,
you can delete a claim,
but you can’t delete the trail.
And the question becomes:
What would Kobe do on the court in situation like this?
Would you want to be on his team, or standing in front of him when he drives the lane?
Kobe? He's just excited for the game coming up....
