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Conservative Friends of Israel

The Slime Ministers of Great Britain

by MICHAEL DICKINSON

The British Establishment is jittery at the moment.  While the public are still gagging in horror  at the recent disgusting revelations of necrophilia, paedophelia (and maybe even murder) by the late Sir Jimmy Saville, the peroxide blond pervert DJ and TV celebrity who worked for the BBC for decades, and was a close friend of Prince Charles and several  Prime Ministers – along comes another pants-down shocker.

A dossier listing high-up establishment figures as being members of a secret paedophile ring who abused infants in children’s homes in the Eighties has gone missing.  Sir Leon Brittan, the Home Secretary at the time, to whom the document was handed, claims ignorance as to what happened to it, and nobody else seems to know either.  A comittee is to be set up to investigate its disappearance, headed by an elderly baroness, a relative of an MP who had tried to prevent paedophile ring ministers being named.  Objections have been raised as to this honourable lady being the right person to be in charge of the investigation, but she says she’s not stepping down.  Meanwhile Lord Brittan has been arrested on an old rape charge.

However, this particular stinking Parliament cess-pit scandal was not the one that was pre-occupying my mind this week (although while walking past the Houses of Parliament and Downing Street I paused to roar “SHAME ON YOU!  THE PARTY’S OVER!  IT’S ALL OVER, MY FRIEND!”)   No, it was another jaw-dropping fact which I had learned that dominated my thoughts – the fact that eighty percent of Tory MPs are members of a nasty racist club called the CFI!

The CFI?  It stands for ‘Conservative Friends of Israel’,  a group which organizes various fund-raising events in and around Westminster, takes MPs on holiday trips to Israel and lobbies for the interests of that apartheid state.   Had you heard of it?  I’m ashamed to say that I hadn’t, until, prior to heading across town for a demonstration outside the Israeli Embassy in Knightsbridge on Saturday to protest the latest Israeli bombardments on the citizens of Gaza, I serendipitiously googled ‘David Cameron/Israel’ – and made the astonishing (to me) new discovery of the CFI, this majority group of MPs blatantly open in their prejudice against the rights of the people of Palestine.

The British Prime Minister, the Right Honourable David Cameron is a fiercely staunch member of the group, created by former MP Michael Fidler, a committed Zionist, in 1974.  At CFI lunch speeches in 2006 and 2010 Cameron said:

“I am proud not just to be a Conservative, but a Conservative Friend of Israel, and I am proud of the key role CFI plays within our party.

In me you have a prime minister whose belief in Israel is indestructable.”

I learned with awe also that Cameron’s fellow Etonian ‘Bullingham Club’ mate, the Mayor of London, Boris Johnson is also a member of CFI, as well as Home Secretary George (Coke) Osborne, Foreign Secretary William Hague and the monstrous Iain Duncan Smith.  At a CFI dinner former Defense Secretary Liam Fox spoke with breathtaking hypocricy of the shared values of Britain and Israel as being  “liberty, tolerance, and free markets.”

I arrived a little late at the demonstration outside the Israel Embassy which was to be held from two till four.  It wasn’t exactly huge, a couple of hundred at most, barriered and kettled by uniformed police, but there was vociferous orchestrated chanting of anti-Israel slogans.  I asked the organizers if I could make a speech about the CFI, but they said it wouldn’t be heard clearly on their microphone, so instead I taught this song to some (mostly women) volunteers among the crowd, and we sang it with gusto.  It goes to the tune of the old Jewish song ‘Hava Nagila’:

“FREE PALESTINIA!  FREE PALESTINIA!  FREE PALESTINIA!  NOW NOW NOW!  X  2

UNITE AND LIVE IN PEACE!  UNITE AND LIVE IN PEACE!  UNITE AND LIVE IN PEACE!  NOW NOW NOW!  X  2

FREEEDOM!  FREEEDOM!

FREEDOM FOR THE PALESTINIANS!  X 4

FREEDOM NOW!  X 3

FOR PALESTIIIINIA! …….”     (Repeat from the top again and again)

Try it.  It’s good.

Finding myself in Parliament Square again yesterday, (I’m living in a hostel for homeless people in central Londonat the moment and I walk around a lot), I stopped on the edge of the lawn across the road from the Houses of Westminster and thought of the swamp of corruption that lurks inside that crenulated edifice, not least the machinations of the CFI.

At the very least there ought to be a CFP – Conservative Friends of Israel– but there is no such organization, and no strong criticism of the brutal inhuman harrassment, arrest, detention, ill-treatment, theft of land and destruction of homes by the Israelis of Palestinian citizens.  The Conservative Friends of Israel should examine their consciences and cancel their membership of their cliquish club until a proper just peace settlement acceptable to both Palestinians and Jews has been implemented.  What better than one based the golden rule of “Do to others as you would have them do to you”?  But then, which government in the world can claim that as their foundation?

I raised my voice and recited as loudly as possible the following chant I’d composed.

“DAVID CAMERON – CFI!

FRIEND OF PALESTINE?  NO. NO?  WHY?”

I repeated it with the other key names of the group – Johnson, Hague, Duncan Smith and Osborne, then, having noticed that I’d caught the attention of the police guarding the gates, I decided not to stop around too long, and set off for Trafalgar Square.

A guy who had been sitting drinking a beer on the grass got up and approached me.

“Why are you bothering with them?  They know all about it.  They’re all in it together.”

“Just to let them know that we know,” I replied, eager to be on my way.

“There’s all sorts of other stuff you could shout about,” he said.

“Isn’t there just?  Don’t get me started.  FRIENDS OF PREDATORY PAEDOPHILES!”  I roared at Big Ben, and my heckler scampered back to his place.  I headed off on my way up Whitehall.

Oh, the stinking slime!

Michael Dickinson can be contacted at his website:   http://yabanji.tripod.com/