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What no referendum?


New Labour stated in their election promise that we would be due a referendum, now they renage on that promise. Maybe we as the electors of said politicians should demand this be carried out, and if not then remove them from power for breach of promise.

The new PM to be Mr Brown stated that we did not need a referendum, how very nice of him to decide the needs of the entire nation. Why not let the nation decide its place in Europe or not? Still that is what one has come to expect from New Labour, or should that be novi homines?

That said should they fear for their power will they declare the Senatus consultum ultimum or martial law as its known in order to stay in power, should they fear they will lose it?

We will hear a lot from the small men in the government over the next few months regarding this matter, the backbenchers and others who are eager to get on under the change of leadership will whore themselves and the fine ideals of the House.

Many excuses will be put forward by the small men as to why the electorate should not have their just demands carried out, these will not be worth listening to as they are words based on greed, based on men and women desperate for the trappings of politican power and so they sell out those who they should represpent - the very people who voted them into power.

These men like all small men thoughout history have no real grasp of democracy in its true meaning and shame the office they hold.

In case any of them are confused as to what exactly a referendum is, then they can read this:

A referendum (plural: 'referendums' or 'referenda') or plebiscite (from Latin plebiscita, originally a decree of the Concilium Plebis) is a direct vote in which an entire electorate is asked to either accept or reject a particular proposal. This may be the adoption of a new constitution, a consituttional amendment, a law, the recall of an elected official or simply a specific government policy. The referendum or plebiscite is a form of direct democracy.

**63 sovereign powers are to be signed away without our consent, which works out to be 133 vetoes handed over by Blair in his ten years. We will lose our veto over energy, agriculture, fisheries, transport, culture, tourism, immigration policy and many more. The 27 state EU will now move to majority voting on these matters and much the same way that in Eurovision you find blocks of nations voting together - and our lack of popularity in Europe, I don't fancy our chances of getting a deal in any meaning of the word.

Blair stated: “We don’t know what is going to happen in France, but we will have a referendum on the Constitution in any event — and that is a Government promise.” - So I say again why no referendum Mr Blair, why no referendum Mr Brown? Blair made some comments about the media being unkind towards him, well its going to get a lot worse not for him but for dictator perpetuus Brown

Our political masters look down on us as mere plebs, well they may well be the new patrician class (they certainly act like it)if that is the case then maybe we need some form of modern day concilium plebis, a plebian council if you will to put across our views as you can be sure the will of the people is no longer listened to by either parliment or the EU.

One thing I think we could do with in this nation is something like:Lex Acilia Calpurnia, which mandated permanent exclusion from office in cases of electoral corruption. Although with regards the EU, maybe the law should be Lex Acilia Repetundarum.

The one point I find wholly offensive aside from the brushing aside the will of the people(excuse the bastardised latin mos publicus) is that Brown is not elected by the people to the office of Prime Minister. Maybe he fancies himself as some dictator perpetuus a sort of dour Scottish presbyterian Julius Caesar, but without the style, tact or intelligence of said Roman.
"Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me your ears; I come to bury Cyclops, not to praise him"
From Iain Dales site, the classic poem.

The player is here:


Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Clunking Paw—
For he's the ten-year Chancellor who taxes more and more.
He's the bafflement of Tyneside North, he’s Darlington’s despair:
For when they’re sacked or briefed against—Macavity's not there!

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity
He's broken every golden rule—he breaks the law of amity.
His off balance sheet accounting would make Robert Maxell stare,
But when you open up the books—Macavity's not there!
You may search the whole Smith Institute, or the Cash-for-Honours affair—
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there!
Macavity's a peculiar cat—he's full of tricks and wiles.
He mutters and he mumbles and he hardly ever smiles.
He scarcely talks to colleagues, his head is highly domed
His suit is dusty from neglect, his hair is all uncombed.
He juts his jaw from side to side; he never can relax.
Except when he is planning to impose his hundredth tax.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
For he's a grudge in human form, a monster of depravity.
He won’t support tuition fees; he won’t back Tony Blair.
And as for foundation hospitals—well, Macavity's not there!
The Cabinet is stuck with him. (It’s said they live in fear.)
And he gives his Budget to the House exactly once a year.
But when defence is looted, or the pension funds are rifled,
Or the tax credits go missing, or John Hutton is found stifled,
Or a greenhouse gas is rising, and Lord Turnbull in despair—
Ay, there's the wonder of the thing! Macavity's not there!
And if he doesn’t like you, then you know that, without fail
You’ll wake up to nasty briefings printed in the Daily Mail.
There may be a scap of paper in the hall or on the stair
But it's useless to investigate—Macavity's not there!

And when the loss has been disclosed, the civil service say:
"It must have been Macavity!"—but he's a mile away.
You'll be sure to find him brooding, or a-chewing of his hand
As he works out how exactly to get rid of Miliband.
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macacity,
He’s doesn’t care for social grace; he’s short on charm and suavity.
He always has an alibi, or one or two to spare:
And whatever time the leak took place—MACAVITY WASN'T THERE!
And they say that all his colleagues who hold his name in dread
(I might mention Norwich South; I might mention Birkenhead.)
Are nothing more than ciphers for the Cat who never lacks
An excuse to raise some revenue: the Napoleon of Tax!

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