A Touch of Unctad

Greasy foreigners with silly names are once more attempting to insinuate their totalitarian red tape into the private financial orifices of Britain's wealth creators. The United Nations Conference on Trade and Development (the acronym for which sounds like something the Bullingdon Club might use to oil up their porcine penetration packages) has blatantly invoked the politics of envy by urging governments to interfere in the running of their own jurisdictions. Even the sacred borders of the British Empire are not exempt from the sordid law-mongering: should the urgings of Unctad ever be heeded, the very vaults of Britain's Head Boy's dear old dad might one day be prey to the vulture tax-man, purveyor to the hated public sector. One would think that the United Nations, which owes its existence entirely to the deified Churchill and his American chums, would have a bit more sense of what is fair and right for the right sort of people.