Then she needs stringing up & given the long drop, then drawn, then quartered then beheading & her bonce stuck on a pole on the Harbour Bridge for the Gulls to feed on as was the practice in Ye olde Merry olde England a few years ago. Those lads knew how to treat folk who lied to the coppers. A shame they couldn't do it twice commensurate with the sets of lies.
That'll learn 'em.

