The billionaire Barclay brothers shut down their operations in Sark last night after they were unceremoniously rejected by the voters in the first full election in the last bastion of feudalism in the Western world.
An acrimonious election campaign ended with the islanders voting overwhelmingly for candidates who opposed the brothers’ moves towards modernisation.
The Barclays basically bullied 500-odd people who were quite happy living their lives into chucking away their own system of government and replacing it with "democracy". They bought up hotels and shops and then threatened that if people didn't vote for further sucking of the Barclay cock, they would shut everything down and then people would lose their jobs.
And the Sarkies pretty much unanimously told them to go fuck themselves. So they tried plan B, which was to weasel in one of the unelected representatives:
Talks were held between Kevin Delaney, who runs their operations on Sark, and senior members of the Chief Pleas in an attempt to find a way in which he could be involved in the decision-making process, perhaps with a co-opted place on committees. But with no offer made by 5pm a decision was made to shut down.
So the Barclays took their ball and went home, like the spoiled little cunts they are.
As the wife of the Seigneur of the island said:
“They were the ones that started all this democracy business, now they don’t like it because they haven’t won.” She said that that the Barclays’ attempt to negotiate for a seat on committees was “like saying, ‘We’ve lost the race and we want the cup’.”
So, as a consequence, I'm planning that my next holiday abroad will be to Sark to thank them for sticking two fingers up at bossy, bullying, Righteous cunts who know better.
I suggest you do too!
They're princes, aren't they?
Old style feudalism is looking better and better. At least the Lords of the Manor had some taste and breeding!
Anyone who would like to take that message home could send a Christmas card to Cardinal Cormack Murphy O'Connor, who is said to nip over to Brecqhou to give services in the bruvvers' private chapel.
I'm drawing one with the inn shut down, the cowshed boarded up, the animals slaughtered and the Son of Man dropping in to the gutter at his squatting mother's feet, while the distraught father tries to keep the rain off them with nothing but a PR brochure printed by the Barclays.
The Barclays are indeed princes who wallow in nauseating self-righteousness about the unborn but like to stick it to children in true Herodian fashion.
They are mad as hatstands as well; if there was one system of government which was good for them and capable of sheltering a pair of avaricious gits, it was feudalism. Why they bought an island off a famously feudal rock and then complained about the club rules is unfathomable.
Wonder if the charming Charles Moore will grow a set and tell them he's not their bum-boy anymore.
"Why they bought an island off a famously feudal rock and then complained about the club rules is unfathomable."
Probably because no one had ever told then 'No' before. And they just didn't think it would ever happen.
Welcome to reality, Barclays!
Well said Ms. Seigneur
“They were the ones that started all this democracy business, now they don’t like it because they haven’t won.”
CP bullies take note of Sark ( as if ).
Aren't the Barclay Bros. the ones who wrecked the Telegraph ?
Absolutely superb. Power to the Sarky ones!!!!
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