The rape of Redcar

Another step in the slow ruination of Britain occurs today. A report in The Northern Echo is linked from here. The great ground-breaking journalist and former editor of that pioneering newspaper, W.T. Stead, whose earthly remains lie amongst the wreckage of the Titanic in the depths of the North Atlantic Ocean would surely today find little rest for his spirit were he to have witnessed the treachery that has brought this sorry situation to come to pass. My own Great Grandfather, Mark Fooks, who reputedly introduced Stead, the reputed 'father of modern journalism' to the ideas of spiritualism, must surely rest uneasy in the quiet churchyard of St Felix under the moors at Felixkirk, for he himself was a former leading light in bringing prosperity to Teesside not only throughout his career as a journalist, but also a regular attendee at the Middlesborough Iron Market. What of the mendacious self-serving Labour politicians who have brought this about? The now almost supremely powerful Mandelson, who has found personal wealth by trampling on the lives of his former constituents just along the coast in Hartlepool; and whose record of mortgage and passport resignations must even astound his own Grandfather, were he alive to see them, hint at a deviousness and cunning totally lacking in coming to the aid or assistance of this once great steel industry brought low by the reported double dealings in a supposedly binding commercial contract. In the home town of the Northern Echo is to be found the constituency home of another powerful political figure, William Hague, supposed Rt Hon, Deputy leader of the Conservative Party and Shadow Foreign Secretary, MP for Richmond Yorks, has he brought any influence to bear by use of his influence and presumed coming importance in Foreign Affairs? Has he even got on the telephone to mobilize support among the rich and powerful he so readily milks on the after dinner speaking circuits? Not that any noticeable effect can be seen, he hasn't! Finally what of the nation's present Prime Minister? This odious object, from whom if maggots began to secrete from every orifice of his latter-day Dorian Grey features, they would provide no further evidence of the complete internal rottenness of this creature as his every action in the wrecking of the British economy over so many years already unarguably demonstrates. Perhaps Redcar may rise again, but for today the fires go out. We must hope that the proverbial hellfires of eternal damnation keep burning to welcome those Labour Party members who have so betrayed the principles of their Fabian forebears during their occupancy of the Governement benches during the past thirteen years.