Yn Pabyr Seyr 
Issue 23 

Yn Pabyr Seyr is published by Mec Vannin, the Manx Nationalist Party. All articles are copyright Mec Vannin unless otherwise stated. Mec Vannin grants permission to reproduce articles from Yn Pabyr Seyr provided that the source is credited. 

Residency Bill

When draft proposals for a Residency Bill were released for consultation some two years ago, Mec Vannin did not waste any time by making submissions. The law, if passed, will simply be an impossibly complex and unwieldy administrative nightmare that will not address the fundamental issue: Who has a right to live here?

That question is decided, and will continue to be decided, by the UK Home Office. All the proposed legislation will do is mean that Manx people, along with all the rest, will have to go through a clumsy administrative process every time we move address. Given the fact that an indeterminate number of people are already living in our country under alia, either to to escape justice in there own country, to wrongly take advantage of our country or both, it will be a fiasco.

There is only one answer: Manx Citizenship acquired by birth, association or naturalisation, just the same as any other country.

Lieutenant Governor

In the wake of the appointment of the new Lieutenant Governor, Mec Vannin has written to the Chief Minister asking him to have the situation properly addressed. The text of the letter is reproduced below. Mr Gelling has responded by passing the letter to Tynwald's Constitutional Committee. Since The will of Tynwald was clearly ignored in relation to this matter and the UK Home Office continues to demonstrate its total contempt for our entitlement for self-government, he may as well have passed it straight to the waste paper bin and cut out the middle man. Until the central figures in Manx politics realise what they are supposed to be doing (running a country), Mannin is forever to be consigned to being, in reality, a constitutional anomaly of English regional government.

Dear Mr Gelling ...

Dear Mr Gelling

The recent controversy surrounding the appointment of the Lieutenant Governor serves yet again to demonstrate that we are, irrespective of any claims to the contrary by any party, a mere colony of the UK which, in turn, increasingly means England. This is a deplorable situation which cannot be accepted by any body claiming the title "government."

Though understandable on one hand, those who advocate the appointment of a Manx person to the position have essentially missed the point: The Lieutenant Governor is the UK's representative, here at the UK's bidding to do the UK's work. Any quaint nonsense about being the Lord of Mann's representative is just that: Nonsense. This country is ultimately administered by the UK Home Office for the UK's ultimate benefit and any Manx person in the role will be called upon to act in a manner that is a betrayal of their own people and country. The Lieutenant Governor is not simply a titular role and this fact was driven home by the Lieutenant Governor's role in maintaining a matter of national importance (the "Edwards Review") as secret from the Manx government.

Until such time as this country has reacquired its rightful independence from the colonising power, the concept of democracy incontrovertibly dictates that we should have a representative of Mannin in Westminster, not a representative of Westminster in Mannin.

To this end, we call upon you to use your position and influence to properly direct the development the Manx government into a legally recognisable constitutional reality. A logical step would be to have the position of Lieutenant Governor scrapped and replaced by a Manx Envoy to Westminster.


The Manx government is performing somersaults over the news that the OECD is expected to remove the Isle of Man from its blacklist of non-cooperative jurisdictions.

The blacklisting was a result of Manx law permitting third party trading without verification of source i.e. approved operations and jurisdictions could take in proceeds from non-approved sources and transfer it into Isle of Man accounts without question.

The Isle of Man government is bending over backwards to accommodate the OECD's Financial Action Task Force (FATF) dictions on regulation in what is now the largest single element of our economy but FATF / OECD is only one element of the increasing loss of government power. Reciprocal agreements with the UK (and consequently Europe) mean that the only real economic control left in the hands of the Manx government is income tax. Exactly as predicted by Mec Vannin seven years ago, the EU is now clamping down on "tax anomalies." The standard government line is that the EU has no control over our income tax but it doesn't need to: Protocol Three does not cover financial transactions and so Europe can erect barriers if it desires. Despite previous EU denials in regards of income tax harmonisation, that is now the objective.

The implications of the proposed income tax cuts were outlined in the last issue of Yn Pabyr Seyr.

Quality of Life

There is little point in me standing here and lecturing you all on the ills brought upon the Manx nation by a government that has turned its back on the Manx people. We are all aware of that and it would be hard for me to say anything new in that respect.

I also think that Phil's oration reflects the feelings of many Manx people I speak to - a feeling of defeat and irreparable damage, a feeling that it is impossible to fight a government that has used policies that have resulted in a genocidal destruction of the Manx nation. This society has changed and not for the better. That is a direct result of government policy but exactly who is making those policies?

Who was successfully elected on a policy that said, "we will swamp the Manx people with immigration and if Manx people are driven out because they can't afford housing, then it's tough." The answer is not a single one so who is making these decisions? Who advised Richard Corkill to drop tax rates to encourage even more tax-dodgers to flood our country? Why does the government refuse to disclose a target for population? Current government documents talk in terms of 100,000. That essentially means 20,000 new residents. That means another Douglas and we know what will happen when that figure is reached - it won't be enough and it will move towards 150,000 and no matter what, the views of the Manx people will not count.

The Quality of Life Survey of ten years ago clearly revealed that the Manx people did not want this substantial population growth yet the governments since that time have pushed the population way past the arbitrarily chosen figure of 75,000 and who is deciding these policies?

The real policy makers in this country are faceless entities that manipulate the government to their own ends. The UK is one of them. The finance industry is another. Estate agents and developers are others. We should not be afraid to call those who manipulate our government for their own ends our enemies. Nor should we be afraid to call those Manx people who collaborate with them traitors.

I call upon each and every member of Tynwald today, the start of a new millennium, to make it their business to ensure that the policy of growth for growth's sake, the policies that minoritise and disenfranchise the Manx people are overturned or face the charge: Traitor!

Dandara can cover this island in houses and it will not address the housing crisis - it will just make it easier for more people to flood in from elsewhere but that's what the manipulators of government want. The estate agents will love it, which brings me to the subject of David Creane, whose attitude epitomises all that is obscene about a certain type of immigrant. If he doesn't like the idea of Manx people having a say in planning, he should leave. We didn't invite him here and we are not asking him to stay.

More broadly, we should never be afraid to say to anybody who comes into this island and disrespects the Manx people that they are more than welcome to leave. Manx is not a tax-status. Manx is not a residential status. Manx is not having a work-permit for five years.

I can understand the sense of defeat and hopelessness experienced by many Manx people, old and young, but I refuse to succumb to it. Many non-Manx people living here are now openly claiming that our minoritised status removes our right to primary consideration. I will say this to that sort of person: As long as this country has one Manx person left in it, then it is nobody else's.

Work permits

Mec Vannin is currently investigating allegations that the film industry in Mannin is ignoring work-permit regulations. Responses from Industry Minister David North to our queries indicate that there is no real desire to uphold the law of the land.

This problem is not confined to the film industry, of course, and it is patently obvious that the work-permit system is in a state of collapse. People are working without permits, they are making false declarations and the work-permit committee is under pressure to let applications go through "on the nod." 

The government should have taken the opportunity presented by the current economic conditions to drive wages and opportunities up for Manx people. It is a damning reflection upon successive governments that very capable Manx people have eventually been driven out of their own country due to failure to achieve proper recognition for their abilities only to be replaced by those who, if their abilities matched their CVs, would not be bothering with the Isle of Man.

It suits the government's policies to flood our country with transient labour as it keeps the Manx "down". That is the ethos of colonial government and the "Manx" government is, officially, a British Colonial government.

Illiam y Christeen

Cha row mee kiarail fastyr jiu, dy loayrt mychione shennaghys Vannin er yn oyr dy vel fys mie ec dy chooilley pheiagh t'ayn er y vea as baase Illiam Dhone, agh son shen as ooilley, saillym loayrt fockle ny jees.

'Sy chied trow, v'eshyn ny ghooinney jeh'n cheeloghe echey hene as va'n slieh 'sy lhing shen jeeaghyn er y teihll ocsyn ny hrooid sooillyn slane anchasley dooinyn, as dy firrinagh, v'ad smooinaghtyn er reddyn ayns aghtyn nagh nhione dooin ny laghyn t'ayn jiu. 

Jeeaghyn ny yei er, as credjal dy vel yn skeeal firrinagh, oddagh shin gra nish dy row eh er Illiam y Christeen hene dy ve marrooit, er yn oyr dy daink eh er ash gys Mannin ro leah. Shyrrys dou dy dug eh e hreishteil ayns ooashley as pooar, as dy daink eh er ash dys Mannin er chor erbee, er yn oyr dy row reggyryn mie dy noidyn echey, agh derrey vees fys share ain er y chooish shoh cha jeanmayd bentyn rish shen ny s'odjey. 

S'foddey yn traa nish, neayrs haghyr yn drogh vriwnys shoh, tra va Illiam y Christeen lhiggit gy baase er e heer hene fo harey yn Eearley, as cha nel eh feeu dy voirey mychione ny aignaghyn follit ocsyn va goaill ayrn ayns rheynn ny h-obbraghyn graney shen, er y fa dy vel ny oyryn ocsyn reddyn neuveihagh 'sy lhing ain, as trooid as trooid, ta stoo foddey ny smoo cramp dy boirey orrin yn laa jiu as veih'n traa shoh magh. 

Ansherbee, she firrinys dy mie er fys eh, dy dug Illiam y Christeen e vioys son y chooish Vanninagh as hayrn eh ooashley er e hene veih ny Manninee va er mayrn sy traa shen. As cre mychione adsyn hug mow Illiam Dhone? Er lhiam pene dy by vooar lesh foalsaght ad, as son shickyrys, hooar adsyn baase fy-yerrey gyn fer erbee ayns Mannin dy cheayney nyn nyei.

Nara noain dooin dy bragh jarrood yn olk erskyn insh va jeant 'sy voayl shoh ymmodee bleeantyn er dy henney, as ny lhig dooin dy bragh jarrood dy vel smoo eddyr y chair as yn aggair, as mastey dagh olk dy jagh rieau er fakin ayns Mannin, foddee dy row yn chooish shoh, baase Illiam Dhone, yn red smessey.

S'leayr nagh row adsyn va reill Mannin coontey monney jeh kiartyn deiney ny seyrsnys persoonagh 'sy traa shen. S'baghtal dy row ad soiaghey beg jeh'n vea hene. V'adsyn, dy jarroo, cloan y theihll oc hene.

Ansherbee, s'liooar shen. Nodmayd gynsaghey red erbee veih taghyrtyn ny laghyn shen? Fodmayd gynsaghey gyn ourys. Cooinnee-jee er yn shenn raa shoh, eer ayns yn cheeloghe ainyn, as 'sy cheeloghe ta girree nish, t'eh scanshoil dy liooar. Toig shoh as toiggee oo y clane - "Ta Niart erskyn Kiart" - shen myr ve dy kinjagh rieau, as shen myr t'eh foast ayns Mannin.

S'goan yn anchasley eddyr yn aght va Mannin goll er reill sy traa shen as yn aght t'ee goll er reill nishtagh. Shegin dooin goaill rish nagh vel monney anchaslys eddyr oc as mannagh vel monney geill currit da'n chiart nish - quoi s'lesh yn niart?

Ta paart dy lieh foast smooinaghtyn dy vel yn niart ec Reiltys Vannin, agh s'baghtal nagh vel shen yn aght t'eh. S'leayr dou eh dy vel Mannin foast slane fo stiurey Reiltys Hostyn. Choud's ta ny bleeantyn cheet er mooin y cheilley, atreih! Ta ny shenn aghtyn foast er mayrn as t'eh cheet dy ve ny voirey mooar dou. 

S'mooar yn aggle t'aym dy vel Reiltys Vannin er n'gholl er raaidyn cammey. Shegin dooin geddyn rey rish ooilley ny kianglaghyn politickagh eddyr Mannin as yn Reeriaght Unnaneysit. My haghyrys shen, son shickyrys shegin dooin goaill y mie lesh y tie, agh ec y chooid sloo veagh shen nyn mriwnys hene. 

Dy firrinagh ta Mannin as e cummaltee foast ayns greim antoyrtagh ny joarreeyn, yn reiltys Hostyn, yn rheynn argidoil as yn chynskyl troggal ny mast oc. Cha nel yn reiltys ain agh meer veg ayns gamman mooar, agh ta'n gamman slane ass stiurey. T'eh ayns laueyn forseyn politickagh as tarmaynagh veih cheu mooie jeh'n Ellan, as cha nel eh cheet lesh yn reiltys ain dy yannoo veg er e hon hene.

Shegin dou tayrn dty hastid hug y chooish shoh, er yn oyr dy vel mee gennaghtyn eh ayns my chree dy noddagh eh ve ny share na shoh. Ta fys mie aym nagh vel eh cosoylagh dy jig eh myr ta mee jerkal, shen y fa nagh vel annym ny bree aynym ny laghyn shoh as ta mee gennaghtyn lhag-chreeagh tra ta mee fakin yn Ellan shoh ayns stayd moal.

Cre hug ta ooilley shoh? Cre ta foin jannoo nish? Hoshiaght, shegin da ny reddyn shoh goll er jannoo cha leah as jantagh. Shegin dooin caghlaa dy bollagh yn aght ta'n Reiltys Vannin goll er reih. Cha nhegin da'n earroo dy lieh sy clane reiltys ve ny smoo na kiare as feed, as shegin dooin geddyn rey rish staartey fer erbee nagh vel reiht ec y theay.

Shegin da'n reihys ve son Mannin ooilley, as cha nel son shiartanse dy lieh ayns corneil fardaneagh ennagh. Cha nel fer erbee jeh'n sleih ta stiurey yn ellan shoh beaghey ny smoo na queig meilley jeig voyms, agh mannagh vel mish ayns coardailys rish ny eieyn oc cha noddym jannoo veg my-e-chione, cha nel cair ayms dy gheddyn rey rish agh nane jeu, as ta fys mie ocsyn tra t'ad reaghey cooishyn jeh scansh ashoonagh dy vel ad sauchey dy liooar voyms syn ard-reihys ry-heet.

Shen yn aggle t'orrym. Cha nodmayd yn varriaght y chosney lesh earrooyn dy leih nish, ta'n obbyr shen rey. Cha der yn reiltys shoh stiagh blein elley, agh gow-jee tastey, nee aghtyn cast yn reiltys ry-heet goll er my v'ad rieau, as myr shen, s'aggle dou dy vel eh ro anmagh dy caghlaa red erbee, as ta mee cadjoor myr dooinney loayrt rish y gheay.

Cha nel eh gyn oyr eisht, dy row eh imraait 'sy shenn arrane;

Ec joarree ta nyn dhieyn, thalloo as nhee,
As ta dty vaase Illiam Dhone brishey nyn gree.

Manxmen need not apply

Recently retired Deputy Chief Constable Alan Cretney, in keeping with all his predecessors, had to be able to perform the job of Chief Constable whenever the incumbent was not available to do so. In other words, he had to be competent to be a Chief Constable. Despite this, and again like his predecessors, when the opportunity arose for him to fill the job to which he was deputy, he was ignored. He wasn't passed over in favour of what may have been considered a better candidate from within our force, he was passed over in favour of someone from entirely outside the Island, whose knowledge of the Island was limited, and who had not acted in a comparable role to Mr. Cretney.

Further to this, the successful applicant had, at the time of his appointment, decided to quit policing to go into "consultancy." This raises the question of motivation. No-one can criticise a person who believes that their life and career is best furthered by leaving the police but what selection panel would consider such a person as best candidate for a role of far greater authority to which they had previously served?

The role of Chief Constable must be just that, a Chief of Police whose life's work is dedicated to policing. "Managerialism" is not appropriate to many occupations and policing is one of them. Mr. Culverhouse's buzz-words and phrases and playing with image may be (arguably) good for public profile, but is it improving policing?

Mr. Culverhouse aside, the episode firmly re-iterates what has been said for many years an all walks of higher employment in Mannin: Manxmen need not apply.

The Consultants


By Roly Drower

And God opened his window, and reached out
and pointed down with a single, wrinkled finger.

And a thunderbolt fell to the earth
and hit the Chief Minister on the forehead
just as he was about to say something.

And suddenly the Chief Minister was a changed man.
And the Speaker of Tynwald looked up from his
lingerie catalogue and said:
'Yes, Mr Gelling.'

And the Chief Minister said:

'I would like to say, Mr Speaker, that,
by the end of this decade
we shall put a Manxman on the Moon.'

And everyone was amazed.
And the Isle of Man Examiner had the headline:
Manxman to be put on moon.
And the Manx Independent had the headline:
Man found pissing in sink.
And the Courier had the headline
Shoprite prices lower than ever.

And God fiddled with the catch on another window.
And Gabriel said:
'Who let him out of bed?'
But nobody knew.

And the civil servants got together and said:
'Ah-ha. The Moon.
What we need are the very best consultants
for this job.
There's my nephew Jim in Walsall.
And I have a sister in law in Baltimore
whose brother knows something about space.'

And the consultants arrived on the Island,
and then more consultants, and everyone said
'Where are we going to put them.'

And the President of Tynwald said:
'I know of some holiday cottages in Maughold.'

And the inspector for
counting livestock more than once
and other hill-farming subsidies said:
'Who let him out of bed?'
But nobody knew.

And the consultants asked
'What do you want us to do?'
And they were given several reams
of paper and told:

'We want you to write a report.'
'What do you want in the report?'
'Well, start with your credentials
and then itemize your expenses so far.'

'Do you not want us
to suggest a site for the launching pad?'

And the MLC’s looked hurriedly
at the civil service.
And the senior civil servants said
'Don't worry about that bit.'
and then quietly drew straws.

And after much deliberation, they said:
'We have chosen Braddan for the project,
which will be code-named "Up Yours Buster"
in order to accommodate the vast workforce necessary to
complete this prestigious project,
we will also need to build
5000 first time buyer homes
and to widen a few roads.'

And the road widening began immediately
without consultation
for some reason, in Abbeylands.

And the consultants said
'What shall we do now?
Shall we help with the rocket?'

And the Treasury Minister
shook his head and said:

'We have negotiated the purchase
of a retired SS20 missile
from a businessmen in Minsk -
a well respected dealer
who let us have it for a snip
in exchange for some
Offshore financial services.'

'What shall we do then?'
'Why don't you to write that report!'
'What do you want in the report?'
'Well, use your imagination.'

So the Consultants used their imaginations,
then phoned up the Chief Minister's Office.

'We have finished our report.'
'I'm sorry but there's no one here
at the moment.
Can I take a message?'

They phoned up
The Department of Local Government.
'We have finished our report.'
'I'm sorry but the Minister is in a meeting.'

They phoned up
Port St Mary Harbour Master's office.
'I'm sorry but Mr Madrell’s laying pots.'

And so the Consultants submitted
their four inch thick report
as directed by the bylaw enforcement officer
to the recycling bins outside B and Q,
and then posted their bill to the treasury.

And the treasury passed the bill to the Chief Minister.
And the Chief Minister passed it back to the treasury
and said:
'Because of gross overspending in the consultancy stage
the mission will now be a hot air balloon
carrying a small dog.'

And the next day Manx radio received
a record fourteen phone calls, including one
fifteen minute call from the wife of an MLC
protesting at the cruelty of using a battery dog
in an airborne no-escape balloon situation.

And so the balloon was shelved,
and the dog was sent back to Ard Jerkyll
and the civil servants sighed with relief because
thousands of houses had now been scheduled,
and nobody had even noticed.

Gabriel gave God a large sedative
Then waved his finger and said:
'Have we been going walk-about again?'
And he walked over to the window
and quietly closed it.

Destroying the Manx Nation

Although we are probably now at the peak of the global boom which has resulted in further massive damage to our fragile island, Tynwald has ensured that, short of total economic collapse, the destruction of the Manx nation will continue apace. The tax measures announced by Mr. Richard Corkill, Treasury Minister, have one intention and one intention only: To flood our island with tax-dodgers (as if it isn't already). There are only two things preventing the current flood from becoming a dam-burst, and that is the extortionate cost of housing which the government pointedly refuses to address (current house prices are on southern England levels and set to rise) and the fact that the tax-incentives previously eroded by successive English governments are not yet in place. The government is supposed to be here to represent the Manx people. Consequently, they should ensure that the Manx people can afford houses no matter what the free market price was. That, of course, would be against the policy destroying the Manx Nation.

Mec Vannin - The Manx Nationalist Party

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