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Greece: leaks about special deal start appearing.

New From The Slog !

Sources in Berlin and Paris were making it clear last night that, whatever emerges from the Merkel/Samaras meeting in the German capital tomorrow, a deal is already on the table. The task of Antonis Samaras is to prove he is willing to honour that deal – in every sense of the word – not to do the impossible being requested in public by German politicians.

Eleven days ago, The Slog posted that relations between Greece and the Troika had relaxed because, as a high-level Athenian source alleged:

“Something has been agreed, and whatever it is has made the bondholders and the Troika irrelevant overnight. There are half-hearted references to repayment schedules, but they don’t have that sense of panic evident just a few short weeks ago. But you can see that Samaras is now pushing for more austerity progress.”

The piece continued: ‘A deal has been done to pay off bondholders and forgive the residue of the debt…Somebody, somewhere in Europe flicked a switch within the last ten days, and everyone relaxed….Brussels or Berlin…or both…or others…have given Samaras a big reassurance that if he sticks with the [austerity] programme, Greece will not be thrown out of the euro….. full article at source: http://hat4uk.wordpress.com/2012/08/23/athensberlin-exclusive-slog-prediction-vindicated-as-leaks-about-special-deal-start-appearing/

Comment:

“1. Front-loaded aid = cash = available immediately to pay off debt…plus further help from reduced rates. If this isn’t debt forgiveness, then the Pope is a Muslim.”

What about the stupid Irish killing themselves trying to pay off (other peoples debts , like Deutsche Bank and the faceless puppet-masters who are really running our country!)- (Household charge the Irish poll tax).

Well our gombeen government are busy preparing the next round of austerity measures in the coming budget and for what????  a tap on the back “well done Paddy now go and shut up and pay up” is the message coming over loud and clear for the downtrodden Irish public!

Wake up and fight back get up off your knees for God sake!

Where are our leaders ?

Dark Rosaleen

OH! my Dark Rosaleen,
Do no sigh, do not weep!
The priests are on the ocean green,
They march along the Deep.
There’s wine from the royal Pope
Upon the ocean green;
And Spanish ale shall give you hope,
My Dark Rosaleen!
My own Rosaleen!
Shall glad your heart, shall give you hope,
Shall give you health, and help, and hope,
My Dark Rosaleen.

Over hills and through dales
Have I roamed for your sake;
All yesterday I sailed with sails
On river and on lake.
The Erne, at its highest flood,
I dashed across unseen,
For there was lightning in my blood,
My Dark Rosaleen!
My own Rosaleen!
Oh! there was lightning in my blood,
Red lightning lightened through my blood,
My Dark Rosaleen!

All day long in unrest
To and fro do I move,
The very soul within my breast
Is wasted for you love!
The heart in my bosom faints
To think of you, my Queen,
My life of life, my saint of saints,
My Dark Rosaleen!
My own Rosaleen!
To hear your sweet and sad complaints,
My life, my love, my saint of saints,
My Dark Rosaleen!

Woe and pain, pain and woe,
Are my lot night and noon,
To see your bright face clouded so,
Like to the mournful moon.
But yet will I rear your throne
Again in golden sheen;
‘Tis you shall reign, shall reign alone,
My Dark Rosaleen!
My own Rosaleen!
‘Tis you shall have the golden throne,
‘Tis you shall reign, and reign alone,
My Dark Rosaleen!

Over dews, over sands
Will I fly for your weal;
Your holy delicate white hands
Shall girdle me with steel.
At home in your emerald bowers,
From morning’s dawn till e’en,
You’ll pray for me, my flower of flowers,
My Dark Rosaleen!
My fond Rosaleen!
You’ll think of me through daylight’s hours,
My virgin flower, my flower of flowers,
My Dark Rosaleen!

I could scale the blue air,
I could plough the high hills,
Oh, I could kneel all night in prayer,
To heal your many ills!
And one beamy smile for you
Would float like light between
My toils and me, my own, my true,
My Dark Rosaleen!
My fond Rosaleen!
Would give me life and soul anew,
A second life, a soul anew,
My Dark Rosaleen!

O! the Erne shall run red
With redundance of blood,
The earth shall rock beneath our tread,
And flames wrap hill and wood,
And gun-peal, a slogan cry,
Wake many a glen serene,
Ere you shall fade, ere you shall die,
My Dark Rosaleen!
My own Rosaleen!
The Judgement Hour must first be nigh,
Ere you can fade, ere you can die,
My Dark Rosaleen!

James Clarence Mangan

comment:

Reading the Sunday papers, listening to the latest round of proposed new stealth taxes and how many more billions are going to be squandered down an ever larger black hole, bailing out gangsters in the Banks  one must ask where are our  leaders?

Those patriots who will tell us the truth and who will guide us through this though period   

Instead we have politicians squabbling for air time using sound bites and scoring points with paper thin policies between them, all of them out for themselves, looking after number one, their pensions and perks.

What a pity, what a shame

We the people need to have a general election to bring in a new crop so we can at last get the truth about the real extent of the toxic loans and outstanding bonds. Only when you know the extent of your problem can you begin to tackle the problem !

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