Phillip Johnson on the compensation to those Brits made POWs by the Nips:

Over the past five years, the internees have been
through the courts and to the Ombudsman. After initial setbacks, their
case has gathered strength. Last summer, the High Court ruled in the
case of one internee, Diana Elias, 81, that the compensation scheme
"was unlawful and indirectly discriminated against those of non-British
national origin".

Then, Ann Abrahams, the
Parliamentary Ombudsman, savaged the way the MoD had changed the rules.
She found maladministration leading to injustice in the administration
of the scheme. As a result, Don Touhig, the latest defence minister to
inherit this shambles, offered a £500 payment to those left out, which
was rejected by most as insulting.

Latterly, there
have been some pretty odd goings-on. It transpired that documents which
should have been disclosed in court were withheld. Then, Mr Touhig
admitted to the Commons defence select committee (whose own criticism
of the MoD was savage) that previous statements about the way the rules
were amended had been incorrect and some relevant papers had not been
divulged to the Ombudsman. These showed that some 200 people who did
not fit the criteria had already been paid, something the MoD had
denied on numerous occasions, both in Parliament and in court. On top
of everything else, therefore, do we detect the smell of a cover-up?

Last
month, Mr Touhig authorised another inquiry and today he is due to
report progress and set out in a written parliamentary statement what
happens next. There is, of course, a simple remedy available and that
is to make the £10,000 payment to those who should have qualified from
the outset and apologise for the way they have been treated.

If
Mr Touhig allows this injustice to continue for one day longer, then
you know what to do the next time you hear a government minister
blathering on about his belief in the importance of Britishness and
that is to blow a very loud raspberry. After all, among our defining
national characteristics is a belief in fair play.

Why do we allow ourselves to be ruled by such lying, cheating little bastards? We need a bloody revolution.

Aux armes citoyens!
      Formez vos bataillons,
      Marchons, marchons!
      Qu’un sang impur
      Abreuve nos sillons.