AND THE CLOCK OF HISTORY WAS STRIKING!

And the clock of history is striking.

Not content with dismantling the welfare state (a Tory dream for many a long day!) our friends in the Conservative Party have decided to decimate the police, despite the force's unswerving and slavish loyalty to the Boys and Girls in Blue and their thuggish dispatch of Ian Tomlinson for the simple reason that he was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The only way the working class can fight the onslaught on our basic human rights which this government proposes is unity. This means kicking out the Trots. Throughout the Thatcher years, Trots like Hatton and Scargill did more to ruin the chances of a Labour victory (and by a Labour victory I mean a victory of a Labour Party with teeth, a Labour Party James Keir Hardie would have been proud of!) than a million Tories. The enemy we can deal with - the vermin in our midst require sanitary removal.

ARISE, YE WORKERS!

OBAMA, OIL AND BP

So the BP roadshow on the other side of the pond goes on.

Mr. Cameron's paying his usual visit to Washington, just to let Mr. Yank know that his British slaves (whoever lied and said that Britons never, never would be?) are truly "on-side". The sycophancy of the Conservative Party, less obsequious than that of "new" Labour though it may be, shines like a beacon. This poodle-like traipsing is underscored, or rather was, by Philip Hammond's underwriting of the Afghan carnage, a bloodbath which has already cost 300 British lives. King Manasseh compelled his daughter to go through the fire (II Kings 21). Who said Stravinsky's Rite of Cameron was out of date?

And while we're on the subject of sacrifice, the mere thought of the heir to the Lavvie Pan and his whore presiding over the opening of the Official Fruit Slice is enough to make the Aussie working man puke in his breakfast. Still - some mothers have 'em!