Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Oh what a tangled web we weave...

Who was it who said that the truth never dies? Did anyone? Whoever it
was or wasn't, they were certainly right in the case of Alexander
Litvinenko. Who can really be in any doubt that the man was poisoned
for what he knew, and what he was prepared to tell?

The former spy kept in touch with many people from his former life,
including the former head of the KGB in London, Gordievsky, I am told, along with that the two met in London to discuss their knowledge of European links with the
KGB: the case of the former EU Commission president and Italian Prime
Minister Romano Prodi was not the first issue that was discussed.

The posthumously released video reiterates what Mr Litvinenko said
about Prodi: that the man was the KGB's 'man in Italy'. My sources
tell me that Prodi was in the USSR as was around the time of the fall
of Communism and told the powers that be, 'not to worry... for what we
are doing in Europe is the same as you have done in the East.'

Well, it doesn't take a genius to work out the direction of the EU
now, does it? Forcing satellites together into a superstate, run by an
undemocratic group of men and women whom the population of their
respective countries have openly rejected as suitable political
figures, and ensuring that they are not accountable to the very people
whose lives they are ruining.

One only needs to see how anyone vaguely on the right is pilloried in
the EU when, in stark contrast, the head of the Communist party in
Germany leads a group of like-minded socialist nutters in the European
Parliament and no one bats an eyelid.

How is this continual drive towards a federalist, socialist state
permitted by national governments? Well, I suppose it helps when
people in the government have previously cast a favourable eye on the
work of the USSR, and in particular the KGB. The British government
is certainly no different from the Italian government when it comes to
politicians within its ranks having somewhat interesting links with
the dark side of a Communist superpower.

Indeed, the first case which Gordievsky and Litvinenko went to discuss
was that of Charles Clarke. The peevish guppy fish was, it seems, not
always so enamoured of the New Labour ways. Oh no, there was a time
when that jug-eared monstrosity—a man who would make Medusa look
like a candidate for Miss World—was rather more interested in
the world of Communism.

I am told that the fat wingnut, in possibly not the smartest move,
allegedly called up the Soviet Embassy in London to enquire about
becoming a spy for them. Unsurprisingly, they hung up on him. Charlie
at that point hadn't quite got to grips with international espionage.

Not that that deterred him. Gordievsky, who at that moment was
planning to come over to the West, was allegedly told that he was to
be Clarke's handler. I have been told that this came from the lips of
the man himself, but not having spoken to Gordievsky, naturally I
cannot confirm this—I am sure you'll agree—highly unlikely

More's the pity, I suspect, that Gordievsky chose the time when the
alleged incident was occuring to transfer his allegience to the West,
never indulging the exciting chance to work with such a talented and
promising young man as Charlie Clarke. Also, it would have been
amusing to obtain the paper proof that would no doubt have existed had
Clarke started wearing a brown mackintosh and meeting, at ponds, with
men speaking in strange accents of "ducks flying to Moscow."

Mind you, it wouldnt surprise me if the quality of Clarke led to
Gordievsky's defection in the first place...

Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practise to deceive....

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