The Flim-Flam Man in full flow: who's for a humbug?

In his closing address to the British National Party Organizers' Conference, last Saturday, Mr Griffin finally admits what his many internal critics, including myself, have long suspected: that the party's Accounts for 2010, when they are finally published in a few weeks' time, will show the largest deficit in the history of the BNP - some £850,000.

And yet, Mr Griffin, even at the eleventh hour, cannot quite bring himself to be on the level with his deluded supporters.  He claims that the debts owed at the end of 2010 have been largely cleared and that the party's current financial position is much healthier than it was then.

How can this miracle have been achieved, against the backdrop of a plummeting membership and consequent decline in subscription income?  Have a number of substantial bequests materialized?  They would need to have been very substantial indeed to have made much of a dent in a deficit of £850,000.  Then again, perhaps certain of the debts have been written off by the party's creditors as bad debts.  Even so, new debts, particularly in relation to the growing legal costs of unsuccessfully contesting civil actions in the courts, would surely have outweighed any reductions achieved as a result of creditors' giving up their efforts to recover what they were owed.

No doubt all will become clear in due course. 

Mr Griffin's reference, during his speech, to the 'Candidate's Contract' as a positive achievement, shows just how divorced from reality this cheapjack showman really is. Someone who studied law at Cambridge really ought to be able to grasp the simple fact that such a 'contract', which purports to tie the hands of elected representatives of the people, BNP councillors for example, is not worth the paper it is written on. In legal language it is void: of no effect. Yet the Abominable Showman, Griffin, even alludes to new court cases to enforce compliance with its monstrously oppressive terms, should any BNP councillors develop sufficient backbone to tell him what he can do with his piece of paper. As if the BNP had not already suffered enough from his ruinous barratry, Griffin speaks of new ways in which the party may mortgage its future to the lawyers.

Griffin says that the party's debt crisis arose on his watch, which it did, and has been resolved on his watch, which it has not.

Well, set out your stall, collect signatures, prance around in a pantomime cow outfit to your heart's content.  Just don't expect to win any elections. Not while we've got the Creature from the Black Lagoon as the party's leader, at any rate.

There's no need to tell Griffin, he knows it better than anyone, but: "the party's over".