Something else to add to his delightful C.V.
Some constituents in Bridport have made a video about their M.P. and would like you to share it as widely as possible, ta.
A brief biography of ‘Evil Oliver’ Letwin, M.P. for West Dorset:
When asked about his membership of the Cambridge University Liberal club he explained: “I was also a member of the Fabian Society. But I am sorry to have to tell you that this was because I was interested in the thoughts of Liberals and Fabians … rather than because I was ever a Liberal Democrat or a Fabian.” – The technical term is ‘hypocrite’.
In 1988, with John Redwood he published a pamphlet entitled Britain’s biggest enterprise; his blueprint for selling the NHS. Both of these MPs were directors of NM Rothschild Corporate Finance Ltd‘s international privatisation unit. Letwin remained a director until December 2009, being paid £60,000 a year for an eight-hour week whilst he devised Tory party policies in line with their corporate agenda.
In 2001 Letwin failed to live up to his name when he ballsed up Hague’s election campaign by telling the Financial Times that the party would slash public spending by £20 billion a year. They hid him until after the election
Later in 2001, as Shadow Home Secretary he was credited with forcing the Home Secretary to withdraw his proposal to introduce an offence of incitement to religious hatred.
In 2004 Letwin told a group of economists that it would be “irrational” to tell voters by how much he wanted to cut public spending. He later astonished a gathering of construction industry representatives in his constituency by saying that within five years of a Conservative election victory “the NHS will not exist anymore”, according to one of those who were present.
Between 2004-2009 Letwin claimed claimed more than £80,000 in parliamentary expenses for a cottage in Somerset.
In 2009, according to the daily Telegraph, he was induced to repay a bill for £2,145 for replacing a leaking pipe under his tennis court.
In October 2011, the arrogant twat dumped a pile of his constituents’ personal letters in public bins in St. James’s Park – how fucking rude! If he was going to breach their confidentiality he could at least have done it in Dorset.
In 2012 by e-mail to Terry Stewart, president of the Dorset branch of the Campaign for the Protection of Rural England Letwin said:
“I anticipate that subsidies for both solar photovoltaic and onshore wind will come down to zero over the next few years and should have disappeared by 2020”
Along with his colleague, Richard Grosvenor-Plunkett-Ernle-Erle-Drax M.P. for South Dorset, whose family introduced slavery to the Caribbean and made their fortune from brutal sugar plantations, he is a vociferous opponent of wind farms, mainly on cosmetic grounds. Despite campaigning for the abolition of renewable energy subsidies, Drax will now cash in on a 174 acre solar installation on his vast estate, over the heads of 500 local objectors. If ever a piece of land was paid for by the blood of the working class, it is the 7,000-acre Charborough house, surrounded by what is known locally as ‘the Great Wall of Dorset’
In July 2014 he told a meeting of right-wing think-tank Politeia that an improvement in the economy would open the way for a flat tax rate, so that preposterously wealthy toffs like him (and most of the cabinet) would pay the same rate as us.
Here are some of Ollie’s replies to e-mails, on his own website, in which he supports fracking, foxhunting, raising the pension age for fire-fighters and the transport of live animals for slaughter. He also expresses the opinion that legal controls on dog breeding are adequate (he says he hasn’t got time to attend the debate, sorry) and implies that the education secretary Michael Gove knows what he’s doing!
Journal of the Royal College of Physicians: Opening the oyster: the 2010–11 NHS reforms in England
Recipe for Ruin: TTIP the Transatlantic Trade and Investment Partnership
FUTURES: Commodities, cocaine and the City under Thatcher
John Barker reads from his new novel and discusses the role of political fiction.
John Barker served time for his political activities in the 1970s, described in his prison memoirs Bending the Bars.
With his new hard-boiled novel Futures, set in the cynical money-hungry world of Thatcher’s London, Barker asks whether fiction can be more immediate and effective than non-fiction in raising political issues.
Sunday 12th October 2014 7.15pm for 7.30pm start at THE GEORGE (in the Snug), South Street, Bridport (opposite the Town Hall). (NOTE DIFFERENT DAY AND VENUE) FREE if you buy a coffee or drink at THE GEORGE. BOOKS FOR SALE
EVENTS ORGANISED BY OTHERS
Wednesday 8th October 8 am
Join the Dorset Health Campaigners to make your views known whilst inside the building the Clinical Commissioning Group makes the decision about the selling of the Dorchester Hospital Pathology Dept. Outside the Children’s Centre at Dorchester Hospital
Saturday 11th October All morning
Join the day of action to raise public awareness of TTIP, Transantlantic Trade & Investment Partnership, the secret US-EU deal being hatched which will give multinationals power over sovereign governments. They will be able to sue governments that make decisions against their interests, e.g. US pharma giant Eli Lilly is currently suing the Canadian government for $500m for trying to stop using their drugs. More details online from 38 Degrees.
Dorchester outside Tesco’s,
Bridport location t.b.a.
Saturday 18th October (Same day as London Anarchist Bookfair) National ‘Britain needs a pay rise’ demo in London organised by TUC.
Assemble 11am on the Embankment near Blackfriars, dept. 12pm for rally in Hyde Park.
Wednesday 29th October 7.30 pm
Meeting of the 1912 Bridport Wildcats project Planning for a re-enacted costume photograph and commemorative bench for the women wildcat strikers of 1912. Come and put your name down if you want to take part in the event in February.
At The Avenue (next to Costa), West Street, Bridport
Saturday 1st November all morning
Music, singing, and performance of locally-produced cartoon play about the NHS and privatization.
Bucky-Doo Square, Bridport
“You get better riots under the conservatives.”
A group of us travelled up to London to attend the ‘thatcher’s dead’ party called by Class War about a decade ago. During the day we divided ourselves between UK Uncut’s ‘bedroom tax’ action at Lord Fraud’s house and North London SolFed’s workfare pickets in Wood Green.
The workfare pickets continued both SolFed’s campaign against Poundland and supported Bristol AFed’s new initiative against Homebase; we were able to have some interesting conversations with staff and customers. The area is stricken by the government’s austerity programme with the crappiest jobs imaginable drawing hundreds of applicants. People here are in absolutely no doubt what is being done to them, why, and by whom. Homebase pickets were simultaneously conducted in Bristol and Bath.
Meanwhile in Bournemouth: Bournemouth Uncut took on the Tory MP’s and councillors of Bournemouth and Poole this weekend for their “Who wants to evict a millionaire?” action. Their homes were dressed as crime scenes with yellow markers, crime scene tape, evidence bags with ‘blood’ soaked cotton buds, and some lovely eviction notices. Some of the lucky recipients of our crime scenes were Robert Syms MP, John Beesley of Bournemouth Council, and other usual suspects like May Haines, Carol Evans, Ann Stibley, Mike White and Peter Pawlowski. At a time that people are facing losing their homes due to the bedroom tax, we thought it high time those architects of misery felt (for a few seconds) what it would be like to face eviction from their own homes. Very nice homes indeed…with plenty of spare bedrooms.
On to Trafalgar square, a picture circulated on twitter showing the square fenced off and surrounded by police proved to be bogus, trying to put us off? Not a hope, even the rain couldn’t do that, the vibe was joyful and good-natured, and solidarity was palpable. During the course of the evening a steady 3000 revellers divided their time between the square and surrounding pubs. A few incidents of police misbehaviour were swiftly and efficiently dealt with by the crowd, who had to clear them all out of the way from time to time; similarly, a smattering of fascists showed up to spoil the fun and got battered for their trouble. It’s worth pointing out that we can do this perfectly well without the ‘vanguard’ of press photographers that hurl themselves into the fray at the first hint of bother.
Of course this was not just about celebrating the death from natural causes of some demented old fascist (what was her name again?) who was admired in some circles for doggedly sticking to her principles of greed, self-interest and disdain for anyone who didn’t share her precise ethnic origins and social prejudices. Many present had their own lives blighted by the Dead Thing and had good reason to gloat; but far more importantly this was a positive affirmation of our determination to bury her mean-spirited ideology with her.
We, the working class will do this, we have no faith whatsoever in political or industrial representation, our future is in our hands, as the hangovers fade, let’s get organised!