Sir,
Myk Zeitlin misses the point (Eye 1405, 1404).
He might be happy to occupy the "Freedom” building but it was bought to print Britain’s
only anarchist newspaper and was closed down by a self-selected clique who
boasted in the 2014 final edition, “We fucking finished it” and admitted,
“Within the Freedom Collective only a small minority were involved in producing
the paper. Not so much lack of commitment as not seeing it as central to what
the building was for”.
Unfortunately
for the “collective” as a legally constituted Company the function of the Freedom
building is not for them to determine but legally prescribed. The Board of
Directors are legally obliged to ensure the Company’s assets are devoted to
publishing a newspaper and although they are apparently unhappy about the
current state of affairs they are yet to act decisively.
Despite the
firebombing it seems the Freedom Board is content to fiddle whilst Rome burns.
Barry Woodling
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Can't admit you got it wrong then?
Hand up! Got it wrong! After decades of doing nowt, ought not to have expected that the Friends of Freedom would move with the speed of Zeus.
It's almost as though the moment people find out what actually going on they realise you're just a gossipy old bullshitter...
Can ‘poor ole barmy’ tell us three things to enable their response to be understood? First, what do they mean by ‘It’s almost as though …’? Second, what do they mean by ‘… what actually going on they realise …’? Third, upon what basis do they rely to justify ‘you’re just a gossipy old bullshitter’?
Can ‘poor ole barmy’ answer three simple questions to enable their response to be understood? First, what do they mean by ‘It’s almost as though …’? Second, what do they mean by ‘… what actually going on …’? Third, upon what basis do they rely to justify the insult ‘you’re just a gossipy old bullshitter’? By answering these three questions, ‘poor ole barmy’ will undoubtedly enable an understanding of their post.
Why waste your time with Bammy? He's just an old salad cream soaked hoofwinking bunglecant.
Dreary lectures and sad gossip.
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