Magna Carta Dead? Never Think It.

I received this email from a friend. The only details I have changed is my name, his, and the name of the lady who sent it.

"Dear Captain,

XXXX asked me to forward these details of a recent court case, with profound implications, where the judge quoted chapter 29 of Magna Carta in his summation 

– Best Wishes, 

P...

The link below relates to a Court of Protection unlawful Deprivation of liberty case London Borough of Hillingdon v Neary & Anor [2011] EWHC 1377 (COP) which quotes the Magna Carta freedom rules at paragraph 23. I have snipped the section below, and included the principle that Justice Jackson claimed it refers to:

22. The second central principle concerns cases of disagreement. The ordinary powers of a local authority are limited to investigating, providing support services, and where appropriate referring the matter to the court. If a local authority seeks to regulate, control, compel, restrain, confine or coerce it must, except in an emergency, point to specific statutory authority for what it is doing or else obtain the appropriate sanction of the court: again see Re A and C (above) and the authorities referred to therein.  
23. The origin of this basic legal principle is to be found in an era long before the invention of local authorities as we know them. Chapter 29 of Magna Carta 1297 provides that:  
    
    
    "No freeman shall be taken or imprisoned, or disseised of his freehold, or liberties, or free customs, or outlawed, or exiled, or any otherwise destroyed; nor will we not pass upon him, nor condemn him, but by lawful judgment of his peers, or by the law of the land."

It was also reported in The Times, 9^th June 2011, because the Judge lifted reporting restrictions. "

The full ruling can be found here. 

I was not going to run this story because Ms Raccoon did a fantastic write-up on it. 

If anyone, and I mean anyone, tells you that the Great Charter is just a piece of yellowed parchment with no relevance today, tell them to eat shit and bark at the moon. This ruling is dated 9th June 2011. 

I repeat: this ruling is dated the 9th of June, two thousand and eleven.

Use this great document or don't. But do not ever underestimate its validity.

They want you to think it is useless.

They want you to believe it was/is a statute. It isn't. It's a Treaty. When did you ever hear of Treaties* being amended or deleted? 

You never have because by their very nature they are unamendable. Undeleteable. They stand for all time.

*other than wanky treaties like Nice, Maastricht, Rome and Lisbon, that is. Now they are useless. 


But the dear old Magna Carta is as useful today as the day it was signed.


M'kay?

CR.

Opt Out, FFS!

How many times must I ask it?

How many times must I say it?

How many times do YOU need to hear it?

This is childs play.

Say "NO!"

Until you do, they will shag you, to death, until time stops.

They will take the piss, forever.

It's what they are trained to do.

And it's what you are trained to resist.

Say No, forfuxake.

Until you do, this shit will be endless.

Give it a go, why don't you?

The alternative is bending over.

Forever.

Haven't you had enough of reaching for your ankles?

Haven't you had enough of saying, "Okay, just a little more, then I will really get upset!"

Tell them to fuck off. I did. And I am still here. I'm still standing. No men in black. No dawn visits. No court cases. No credit close-downs. No noticeable differences to my life whatsoever. None. Nil. Nix. Nada. Zip.

Opt out.

There is no use waiting "for the right time" because the right time never, ever, arrives.

Just do it.

Say, in a loud, happy, proud voice, "FUCK YOU!"

You will be surprised at the reaction. Trust me on this.

They are scared to death of "No!".

Try it. Liberate your Self.

Because they never will. Not in a million years.

Do it.

Or die in chains.

Your choice.

CR.

A Royal Funeral

Yesterday I attended a royal funeral.

The day started early. Up at 5:30. Rapid Triple S, and an even swifter cup of coffee and we were off. Two and a half hours later we arrived at Igbobo for the church service. They wheeled in the body of Prince Adekunle Babafemi Ogunlewe and so began a three hour session of hymns, prayers, benedictions and testimonials. It was officiated by an archbishop and no fewer than seven vicars. All in the Yoruba language. I joined in the hymn singing as much to my surprise as the Prince's four wives sat across from me. It was difficult but not impossible.

Here's a snatch:

A o pade leti odo
T' ese Angeli ti te;
To mo gara bi kristali,
Leba ite Olorun.
A O pade leti odolf
Odo didan, odo didan na,
Pel' awon mimo leba odo,
To nsan leba ite ni.

Recognise it?

We know it as "Shall we gather at the river".

Prince Ade (pronounced ah-day) had lived a good, long life. He died on 22 May aged 80 years. Far in excess of the average male life-span of 46.7 years. Judging by the turn out, he was a popular man.

After the church service he was popped into the ground. Just a couple of hymns really, this did not seem to be the major event. Yorubans call it a celebration of life, rather than a mournful, hand-wringing regret of death. I kind of liked it.

We all then piled into cars and headed for the local school where many marquees were set up. As soon as we had we sat down we were offered food and drink. I stuffed myself with fish, curried chicken and at least three types of rice. The Heineken flowed like water, so I imbibed. A lot. The band was good and loud. They sang only in Yoruba but I got a sense of what they were singing about. Although asked several times, I refrained from dancing. I have no rhythm.

My first trip to the portaloo was uneventful. I had a smoke and returned to the table. More beer was waiting for me. So I drank it. They brought more. So I drank that too.

The second trip to the loo was different. I now had a fan club. Around 40 kids wanted to talk to me and have their pictures taken with me. They wanted to practise their English and I wanted to practise my Yoruba, so it was a win-win. It was disconcerting to see the girls curtsey and the boys bowing but I quickly realised that the only odd thing about this particular celebration was me.

Not only was I the only white man amongst many many thousands of Yorubans, I was also the only white man ever seen in Igbobo wearing Nigerian national dress.

I looked a little like this:

(But without that particular pose).

The Prince's brother, Adesegun (Segun) Ogunlewe, himself also a prince, spent a lot of time at my table. He returned many times, with his bodguards in tow, to sit with me, drink a beer, and chat. This was nice, but there was a never-ending line of people who wanted to come and bow. He also dispensed money, a sort of "alms for the poor" deal. Segun (pronounced shay-gun) is head of services for Lagos State. Second only in power to the state governor, recently re-elected Babatunde Fashola.

An odd day, given my anti-royalist stance, but one I enjoyed tremendously. I am guessing that this was my first, and last, royal funeral. The Windsor's will almost certainly not be inviting me to any of their royal send-off's.

I will feature in the DVD of the days events, and in the local press too. Please do not google the event too hard. Or, if you do, please keep any pictures of me to yourself. My anonymity is still required for the time being.

It is now nearly 12:30 and the pool bar is open. Having destroyed one liver yesterday, I go now to work on the other one.

Have a great weekend,

CR.

End Your Sovereignty Erosion

Go here, read it, digest it, and then tell everyone you know to read it.

That is all.

CR.

Safe To Dance Now?

You bet your ass it is.

And why?

Because people decided it was. They got together in greater numbers and defied the boys bullies in blue.



If you ever doubted people power, doubt it no longer.

We outnumber them. Massively. When we show up in numbers, the vicious arrests, the slam-downs, the knees on necks, the pure aggression, just.....stops.

There is a lesson here for all of us.

Are you learning yet?

CR.

PS-tip of the beret to our good friend Mescalito for the link to this video.