Monday, October 19, 2009

The Electoral Commission: let's hinder democracy

So it's been decided that the Electoral Commission were right to demand £350,000 off UKIP for an admin error:

Mr Bown had been on the electoral register in Thanet, Kent, but was removed by mistake without his knowledge in December 2004.

He did not find out until December 2005 and he was reinstated the following February.

Ukip, which has one MP and 10 MEPs (sic), admitted breaking the law, but said it was due to a clerical error and that to order forfeiture of the entire sum would be disproportionate.

In August 2007, City of Westminster Magistrates' Court held that although Ukip had not taken ''all reasonable steps'' to establish that Mr Bown was on the roll, the error was accidental.

It ruled that Ukip should forfeit only £18,481 of the total but the Commission brought a judicial review of the decision and the High Court ordered a fresh hearing.

Ordered a judicial review at the expense of the tax payer, of course.

The Chairman of the Electoral Commission at the time this decision was taken was Sam Younger, whose father was a minister under Attlee and who received an honour at the beginning of 2009.

It's most convenient for the government that the party beat them into third place in the European Elections should be so disproportionately attacked as the country prepares for a General Election.
UKIP Leader Nigel Farage said: "Something extraordinary is going on here. It is acceptable under the rules for Lakshmi Mittal, the Indian businessman, to give millions of pounds to the Labour Party and for the Liberal Democrats to be allowed to keep £2.4 million from an impermissible donor who has since received a lengthy prison sentence, yet the Electoral Commission goes on kicking the smallest boy in the playground!"

And this is democracy? When the establishment can bankrupt political parties because they're losing the political arguments?

It makes me sick to my insides that we're stuck with these bastards, these people who take our money without asking and squander it on porn films and rent boys.

How many second homes of MPs is Alan Bown going to be paying the decoration bill for? How many items of furniture, how many fucking duck houses?

Because the money doesn't go back to Mr Bown, it goes to the stinking, thieving government: the same government who stole your pension, who denied you a referendum on the Constitutional Treaty, who moan and whinge about having to pay the tax that they try to bankrupt you with every month. The same people who fly out to Afghan to get PR shots with the same troops whose houses they can't be bothered to maintain or equip and who try to tax everything vaguely enjoyable whilst demanding you subsidise their enjoyment of it.
It is high time for me to put an end to your sitting in this place, which you have dishonored by your contempt of all virtue, and defiled by your practice of every vice; ye are a factious crew, and enemies to all good government; ye are a pack of mercenary wretches, and would like Esau sell your country for a mess of pottage, and like Judas betray your God for a few pieces of money.

Is there a single virtue now remaining amongst you? Is there one vice you do not possess? Ye have no more religion than my horse; gold is your God; which of you have not barter'd your conscience for bribes? Is there a man amongst you that has the least care for the good of the Commonwealth?

Ye sordid prostitutes have you not defil'd this sacred place, and turn'd the Lord's temple into a den of thieves, by your immoral principles and wicked practices? Ye are grown intolerably odious to the whole nation; you were deputed here by the people to get grievances redress'd, are yourselves gone! So! Take away that shining bauble there, and lock up the doors.

In the name of God, go!


Dick Puddlecote said...

Great rant, and you provided 'Quote of the Day' IMO.

The Minstrel Boy said...


Our fathers built us an empire great.
With cities grand, and welfare state.
A greater nation you never did see.
To better our lives, and our liberty.

They worked the mines for heat and power,
and worked the mills for such long hours.
They smelted iron and cast the plough,
to earn the freedoms we all know now.

Then came men from over the sea.
They saw this prize and went away,
and returned with armies, ships and planes,
but their intentions failed in vain.

We stood our ground and held it fast,
for six long years the siege did last,
though many fell, we did not give way,
and we honour the lost, on remembrance day.

Through years of peace, we toiled and gained,
our prosperity and growth sustained.
While devious foes, with envious eyes,
among us came, in friendly guise.

In contented lives and ignorant bliss,
we did not taste their poisoned kiss.
Like a plague, the corruption spread,
our economy ravaged, whole towns left dead.

Too late, we realised our plight.
Fortunes lost and squandered overnight,
and with the morning, another news story,
no jobs, no homes, no rights, no glory.

What traitorous leaders, and sleight of hand!
To deceive us all, and betray our land.
This privilege bestowed in trust to hold,
all credibility lost in your greed for gold.

I walked the streets of an empty town.
I passed the shops, all now shut down.
Although I saw people in the streets,
not a hopeful gaze did my eyes meet.

Some ragged cloth, in an overfilled skip.
Blowing in the wind, like a stranded ship.
A ragged woman stuffed a carrier bag,
with old clothes for her scrawny lad.

I found a flag, ‘The Union Jack’,
and feeling cold, wore it on my back.
It kept me warm all through the night,
and I folded it up at first daylight.

I walked out onto a country fell.
A beloved place that I knew well.
I dug a hole and then I prayed,
and laid the flag down in it’s grave.

I buried it deep down in the earth,
then covered it with fresh green turf.
I turned and left with heart enraged,
as I laid to rest our heritage.

My loyalty, I’ll no longer bestow,
unto a government that sinks so low.
It will take a lifetime to regain the trust,
of people, whose lives and hopes you crushed.

The Minstrel Boy.

James Higham said...

They're playing hardball and trying to wipe out UKIP.