January 12, 2008
It has been revealed that MPs are to be excused the burden of paying bin taxes on their taxpayer-subsidised, second homes! While hard-working families struggle to meet the cost of Labour’s new pay-as-you-throw charges, parasitic Westminster politicians have been told that they can put the bills on their taxpayer underwritten expenses tabs!
So in addition to the taxpayer “forking out” for MPs salaries, pensions, private healthcare – not to mention the mortgage interest, council tax, cleaning, maintenance, security, phone, gas, electricity, water and grocery bills relating to their property-speculation second homes – we now have the pleasure of paying for their rubbish!
And, to rub salt into an already festering wound, we also learn that MPs are preparing to vote on whether to give themselves an inflation-busting pay increase.
So we consider it most opportune to have received a communication from one of our correspondents this evening reminding us of the words of Oliver Cromwell, on the occasion of his dismissing the corrupt Rump Parliament with the assistance of the Army. In our opinion the words of the Lord Protector are just as valid today as they were back in 1653. History records that Cromwell said:
“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 defile 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 like Esau sell your country for a mess of potage, and like Judas betray your god for a few pieces of money; is there any single virtue now remaining amongst you? Ye have no more religion than my horse; gold is your God; which of you have not barter’d your conscious for bribes?
Is there a man amongst you that care for the good of the commonwealth? Ye sordid prostitutes have you not defil’d this sacred place, and turned the lord’s temple into a den of thieves, by your immoral principles and wicked practices?
You are grown intolerably odious to the nation, you were put here by the people to get grievance redressed, are you yourself become the greatest grievance. I command ye therefore, upon the peril for your lives, to depart immediately out of this place; go, get you out!
Make haste! Ye venal slaves be gone! Go! Take away that shining bauble there (mace), and lock up the doors. In the name of God, go!
We echo Cromwell’s words to the Parliamentary parasites: “In the name of God, go!” with the addition of “sooner, rather than later!”
So in addition to the taxpayer “forking out” for MPs salaries, pensions, private healthcare – not to mention the mortgage interest, council tax, cleaning, maintenance, security, phone, gas, electricity, water and grocery bills relating to their property-speculation second homes – we now have the pleasure of paying for their rubbish!
And, to rub salt into an already festering wound, we also learn that MPs are preparing to vote on whether to give themselves an inflation-busting pay increase.
So we consider it most opportune to have received a communication from one of our correspondents this evening reminding us of the words of Oliver Cromwell, on the occasion of his dismissing the corrupt Rump Parliament with the assistance of the Army. In our opinion the words of the Lord Protector are just as valid today as they were back in 1653. History records that Cromwell said:
“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 defile 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 like Esau sell your country for a mess of potage, and like Judas betray your god for a few pieces of money; is there any single virtue now remaining amongst you? Ye have no more religion than my horse; gold is your God; which of you have not barter’d your conscious for bribes?
Is there a man amongst you that care for the good of the commonwealth? Ye sordid prostitutes have you not defil’d this sacred place, and turned the lord’s temple into a den of thieves, by your immoral principles and wicked practices?
You are grown intolerably odious to the nation, you were put here by the people to get grievance redressed, are you yourself become the greatest grievance. I command ye therefore, upon the peril for your lives, to depart immediately out of this place; go, get you out!
Make haste! Ye venal slaves be gone! Go! Take away that shining bauble there (mace), and lock up the doors. In the name of God, go!
We echo Cromwell’s words to the Parliamentary parasites: “In the name of God, go!” with the addition of “sooner, rather than later!”
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