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The weasel words sibilently hiss from 10 Dirt St, evoking the 'Dunkirk' spirit and the myth of the brave people of England, stalwarthly baring up and giving their best, for the good of the country, bravely starving on meagre rations, all for the 'war effort'. It was far from the truth then, as the records of The Savoy have proved, The Politicos did not starve, they did in fact live in clover and, even then it was at your expense.

All of this political jargon about, stable government, our need to reduce The Deficit, return to prosperity, get the country back on its feet is exactly the same guff as every psuedo dictator spews out to the downtrodden masses: who, even if such a miracle were to occur, would not get to change their miserable existences by an iota. Those of us, who ...

THESE DAYS you would have to spend an entire wet weekend searching to find a politician, of any party, who isn’t earnestly seeking to ‘engage’ with the voting public. Of course there is the occasional oddball who, determined to show a radical streak, goes one step further and insists that he will ‘re-engage’ with the rest of us.
Apart from that there seems to be precious little difference between the lot of them. The leaders of the main parties, those seeking to be the leaders of the main political parties and the close associates of the leaders of the main political parties all look the same, have similar voices and mouth the self-same platitudes at the drop of a television station cheque.
Nick Clegg and David Cameron are complete and utter duplicates of each other. The brothers ...

IF THERE is one thing that the ordinary Conservative backbencher enjoys above all others it’s getting into a bit of a spat with his, or her, colleagues.
It might well be full-blown dong-dong like those we saw over Europe a few years ago or it might be a minor affair such a tiff in the tearoom over who has got the cleanest moat, should lady’s slippers be called mules or will the Eton Wall Game be declared and Olympic sport but they do like a bit of a Barney amongst themselves.
So no more than a week in office and having only just got used to the feel of the carpet of the chamber under their feet and they’re at it all ready.
This time it is all about exactly who can attend meetings of the 1922 Committee.
Throughout recorded history, across the near-countless decades ...

The recent spate of attacks by the naxalites/maoists (in India) has once again triggered a debate on how to deal with naxalism. There is no doubt that the law of the land should be obeyed. Any misgivings about the policies of the state have to be expressed in a democratic manner. It is not possible to correct the economic distortions in the society through violence, as the naxalites seem to believe.

While the government of the day has to fulfill its constitutional obligation of preserving law and order, it would be prudent to take a more detached view of the entire matter. It is necessary to understand the root causes behind the naxalite discontent and avoid a piece-meal approach to the problem. The phenomenon of the perpetual poverty in rural areas and the growing rich-poor ...

THE MEMBERS of the Parliamentary Labour party are fighting to reach the door in their desperate attempts to avoid being handed the job of leader.
Like a risk of lobsters being asked which one of them wants to be slung in a pan of boiling water and then eaten rather than staying on the sea bed clowning around with his chums the MPs are lining up to say, “please sir, not me sir”.
As I write Alistair Darling, Jack Straw, Harriett Harman, Yvette Cooper, Alan Johnson and Jon Crudas have all made their excuses and said “not on your nelly”.
So what is it about the job that all apart from the brothers Miliband find so repellent? The pay and perks are pretty good, there’s a chance to be on the television frequently and to be photographed for the papers, then there’s a fairly decent ...