Looking at life

Honesty did on Ireland bank,
So Europe should the Irish thank,
Because with a profusion,
Of confusion,
Brussels' folk could swan around,
And grind people in the ground.

For did the treaty something say?
Or did it just with people play?
Anyone who could not the clauses understand,
Would know not where they stand,
So rulers all could take their ease,
And interpret clauses as they please.

Then should them anyone dispute,
Or try to their words refute,
Could they afford the legal fees?
Would lawyers them with charges tease?
Every single sentence with a cost,
Would ensure the cause was lost.

So why this treaty did the rich desire,
And try a "YES" vote to acquire?
Was it so they then could bellow,
At anyone below?
For when they, the rich, were feeling mean,
None would know what various clauses mean.

This treaty meant the rich the poor could tease,
And do what'er they please.
They could it lord,
Over those who could not legal fees afford,
And so the confusion,
Would demand of many an exclusion.

In Europe's history such a crime,
Shows Brussels steeped in grime,
So surely it is time,
To end this pantomime,
And tell the Brussels' swine,
We, the people, are not asinine.

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The Treaty Song:

These words are made for walking,
And that's just what they'll do,
One of these days,
These words are going to,
walk all over you.
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Christopher Booker and Richard North,
Have once more come forth.
They 'Scared To Death' did write,
And gave me as well a serious fright,
Though now no longer fooled,
I can see that we by fools are ruled.

You should this book to read make haste,
As you will your time not waste,
And then you may with me agree,
When I say that today,
In Westminster greedy half-wits sit,
Ready ever to throw a mindless fit.

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You may suffer pain,
Upon an English train,
As from you seat,
The smell your nose does meet,
May not at all be sweet,
As many put their feet,
Upon the seat,
And what the odd shoe upon the seat did do,
Was walk first in dog pooh,
As so on an English train you'll likely sit,
In dog dung, a disgusting bit.

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Private Eye, Private Eye,
Does the Nasties fry,
N'er will your eyes be dry,
When you read Private Eye,
Because laughter oft will make you cry.

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There's a story you should know,
As some time ago,
A farmer though he did on troubles feast,
So went to see a priest,
Then did bitterly complain,
Of all which caused him pain.
But though he in his heart was wild,
The priest was in manner mild,
And did the farmer tell,
How to make things well,
As it would him behove,
If he into his home would move,
Chickens, pigs, dogs, cows and sheep,
And also with them in the kitchen sleep.

The farmer was amazed,
And at the vicar gazed,
But dared not his words dispute,
Nor try to them refute,
So to his home he went,
On his errand sent,
And there his animals he sought,
And into his home them brought,
And though they did his wife and children scream,
Saying this was all unclean,
He dared the priest not disobey,
And did all that he did say.

The following week,
Feeling in his soul quite weak,
He went again the priest to see,
His bent with him to disagree,
As now from everywhere did bubble,
Lots and lots of trouble,
And his home submerged in dirt,
Everyone did hurt,
Him on top of which his wife did daily fight,
With in her eyes the dark of night.

But it proved,
The priest was by words unmoved,
And said the second stage,
Would dispel her rage,
As he out all animals must move,
And his humility then prove,
By his house completely cleaning,
Until everything was gleaming.

So home he did the farmer go,
To his instructions follow,
And after out the animals he threw,
He took of the mess an overview,
And began to clean,
Until everything did gleam,
Then he the floors did even polish,
So he could the past demolish.

Eventually, when feeling of the dirt quite free, (Dragonfly)
He went once more the priest to see,
Confessing to delight,
In his wife at night,
On top of which his children all the time did smile,
And were as well in work virile,
So he had dressed this day quite snappy,
Because he as a man was happy.

But he suddenly did sense,
The priest was keeping his silence,
But when he did of the priest enquire,
Of his desire,
The priest quietly replied,
"A little while ago you cried,
And said it was the world unfair,
As it did you in trouble snare,
Though you are today carefree.
So why you then me came to see,
I really do not know,
Perhaps I'm just a little slow."

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As I understand it the new law on detention means that any alcoholic police inspector can lock almost anyone up for forty two days without having to justify their actions to anyone.

For example, exactly what does it mean to be suspected of terrorism? If you say something nice to a dark skinned shelf stacker in your local supermarket who the police suspect to be associated with terrorism, that means that you can also be suspected of being associated with terrorism and so the police can bang you up for forty two days and there’s nothing you can do about it.

In the old days the police had to convince a judge that they had reason to detain a suspect but now we may soon find boozed up police people pulling names out of a hat and then making bets on how the unlucky individual will cope with forty two days of unexpected detention. Should the ‘suspect’ die while in detention, fans of Casablanca will know that Britain’s new police people will have up to forty two days to decide on whether the ‘suspect’ committed suicide or was shot while trying to escape.

I never had a problem with detention approved by a judge, but this new law seems to have simply taken the judges out of the loop. (According to a knowledgeable BBC RAdio 4 comment, under the old seven day rule the police had seven days to either charge or release a suspect. But after seven days they also had the option of applying to a judge for an extension and they were then able to keep getting extensions until either their enquires were complete or the judge said enough was enough. With this procedure in place, there was probably no need to even change the seven day rule.)

(Caution: Do not accidentally dial a wrong number. It could, in today's world, have catastrophic consequences.)