DEFINITION OF A BROTHEL!

A Secret Parliamentary Scrutiny Committee Meeting?

"A backbench amendment that would have thrown out the Government's proposals for the replacement of open inquests with secret 'inquiries' was narrowly defeated by 8 votes in the House of Commons yesterday. Under the measures ministers will be able to order that an inquest is replaced with a secret inquiry whenever they consider it necessary."

http://subrosa-blonde.blogspot.com/2009/11/secret-inquest-bill-passes.html

broth·el (brthl, brôthl)
n.
A house of prostitution.

[Short for brothel-house, from Middle English brothel, prostitute, from brothen, past participle of brethen, to go to ruin, from Old English brothan, to decay.]

[short for brothel-house, from C14 brothel useless person, from Old English brēothan to deteriorate; related to briethel worthless]

40 Moby Thesaurus words for "brothel": Babylon, Gomorrah, Sodom, bagnio, bawdy house, bawdyhouse, bordello, cathouse, clip joint, crib, den, den of iniquity, den of thieves, den of vice, disorderly house, dive, dump, fancy house, fleshpots, gyp joint, harem, hellhole, hole, house of assignation, house of joy, house of prostitution, joint, lair, panel den, panel house, red-light district, seraglio, sink, sink of corruption, sink of iniquity, sporting house, stew, stews, tenderloin, whorehouse.

(n.) A house of lewdness or ill fame.

If you wish to identify a stranger not part of the central "in crowd" of the bordello of Parliament they are virtually all absent from the front benches. There are very few of them. We can no longer count even Frank Field. Kate Hoey might well qualify along with the likes of John Redwood. After that I struggle. However the biggest whore of all is a very difficult call. Have a close look at the definitions and see if you have a candidate for non participant or head "Madame"?

Keeping our streets safe?

Remember "OUR" Now Means The Streets Of Europe.

Soon The EUSSR President will be installed. I wonder how many edicts will rattle forth from that very expensive Presidential Palace? I would also like to know which towns in Europe have their own Wootton Bassett? Still, Snotty still has six months to screw the Province further, whilst signing billion pound/euro contracts for his brother's firm, EDF. Such bare faced Afghan style corruption and no one bats an eyelid. Meanwhile, back in Blighty, (blighted indeed) we continue to watch the expansion of an alien faith and culture cloaked in isolation and secrecy. Powell was right, "We must be mad" and we still are. Of course The General Election will change nothing, except possibly the favoured businesses and war zones might have different names. Guess where the impoverished of Turkey will flock when their membership is nodded through by El Presidente? I doubt it will be mainland EUSSR provinces.

Welcome To The EUSSR, Suckers.

Bloggers Beware!

Unfathomable EU proposals point to a single jurisdiction across Europe.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/comment/columnists/philipjohnston/6528811/EU-reform-that-sweeps-British-justice-aside.html

As people celebrate the fall of The Berlin wall, (since Jimmy Jonah's there it might go back up overnight, only along the UK South coast!) The EUSSR continues to flex it's new found constitutional federal muscles. Any nut still unconcerned about this whole subjugation of peoples, you get what you deserve. At least some of us are aware of the nightmare awaiting our kids and grandkids.

Heil Phony!

The Pointlessness Of Today.

Lest We Forget? We have! As Jimmy Declines To Bow To The Fallen.

Benn Senior is quoted as saying, today, in The Sunday Times, "As I get older I begin to see causes not dogma, unite people". Better late than never.

However we are lectured by that sycophant world champion, Air Chief Marshal Sir Jock Stirrup, on how "The spin machine is failing to convince The Public we are making our streets safer". By sacrificing service men and women to a fanatical Taliban bent on restoring Afghan Government, far more passionately than we could ever muster? Yet in the newspapers we learn of an illegal immigration policy, covered up by ministers that has nodded into our streets 350,000 non-vetted immigrants. How many battalions are here? How soon before our stretched forces are fighting house to house in London and elsewhere? Oh, I forgot, The EU Police will look after us, won't they?

What a nerve. If this paltry "streets safe" argument held water we would have French, German, Dutch and many other soldiers being slaughtered alongside British and American.

We are there for the money and the power perceived. We cannot afford it, in lives or cash but hey, who gains? The construction industry and arms dealers. It is madness.

Meanwhile, back in The UK Province of Europe the blind, deaf and dumb monkeys of our political bubble dwellers debate the finer points of whose turn to be first at the trough of The EUSSR table. One day this whole mess will be analysed and people shake their heads in wonderment how The Third World War came about under the noses of the elite, whilst all around millions cried ,

You Haven't A Clue And You Will Not Listen!

As Jimmy neglects to honour the dead.

Why?

Blair And Brown Do, Indeed, Have Blood On Their Hands.

A Soldier's Question.

We know at home we are quite truly known,

As those who can and do obey, for that is what we do.

Also at home are they who send us here and they who know we must obey.

For we are their protectors and their way must so be ours.

For we obey.

So in the searing heat of all around,

The sound of guns and moans of pain,

The further endless cries "This is the way"

By ugly sirens asking of us all,

Nought but that we must obey.

I ask you politician,Sir, is in your soul,

A thought as ugly as this war?

For when we do just as you say, and fight because we must obey,

You do not seem to have the pain,

Nor lose the friend that we must, in vain,

Attempt to save from your mistakes and egos train.

This dark place of home grown fate is not our dwelling place.

That lies far beyond this land of ancient ways and awful strife.

We do our best in sand and searing heat,

For all the things our masters say,

So, as our limbs and lives are blown away,

All that is left is that we must obey.

One question left for us to ask, from all this clever, fatal grey,

Of spin and secrets no one may yet gainsay,

To whom do you, flawed leaders, answer to?

To whom is it you ought or should obey?

We doubt your debt is n'ere as bloody as the one that we must pay.

Would You Be Surprised If..............

The President Of Europe, His Excellency.................

I suspect his brief to underpin the crumbling Snot Premiership was designed to ensure there was no chance of a referendum until after the Lisbon (Constitution) was delivered. So what might be in it for him? Stranger things happen.

The Corpse Of A Once Proud Nation.

Buchenwald, 1945.

This terrible image reflects the weird headlines of today's newspapers. All about the death of our poor soldiers. Betrayal is the big adjective. Well, how many French or German soldiers are being slaughtered? How many French and German businesses and commercial interests are benefiting? A great number of the latter, very few of the former.
Look on, we are the people, led by our donkey leaders, that are carrying this burden for The EU's financial gain. We are a laughing stock. Know what, we bloody well deserve it. We really do.
As for Cameron, I am so tempted to spit.

I railed against stuff like this. I was apolectic at it's apparent nonsense. Now I see wisdom beyond my ken. Read it and shed a tear.

http://eureferendum.blogspot.com/2009/11/reflections.html