The second Council of the year saw the first implementation of the 'rotating' Council meetings, a policy passed last year that the Union could enhance student democracy by moving Council outside the confines of Beit Towers and into the far flung campuses. And so the divisions of South Kensington Hacks marched into the Reynolds building on the pretext that Medics students are, in fact, part of the great nation of IC students, and occupied it.
The meeting, predictably, started late. Navigational problems led to the delay of the President and Council Chair, who arrived to find the meeting room surprisingly empty. Sabbs and other council delegates had, predictably, taken straight to the bar for their customary pre-council anaesthetic. However, drink was banned from the carpeted meeting room and a Beer Hall Putsch ensured, with the beverage clasping rebels refusing to join the meeting until they had finished their drinks or demanding a relocation to the bar. The comparative dryness of the ensuring meeting might be attributed to the comparative dryness of the delegates as well as to the Teutonic efficiency of the Chair and this years Sabbatical officers, with papers tabled and passed with the smooth action of a well oiled machine gun.
That is, until the agenda came to Paper I , a diatribe against the George Bush and his state visit to London, demanding that the Union take an 'official anti Bush stance'. Instantly, DPFS (Deputy President for Fascists against Socialists?) Mike Moate tabled a procedural motion not to consider the paper as it would breach the Unions apolitical stance. Of course, with the next motion being to lobby the government over visa charges , one might level the charge that this is more hypocritical than apolitical.
A quick vote saw the paper dismissed. The proposer, Colin Smith, was understandably annoyed. Angry words ensured accusing Council of a right wing bias. Imperial? Right wing? Surely not! The Chair called for order (that most familiar of fascistic traits) with little effect, and then asked the angry young man to leave. 'Guards, take him avay!', but sadly no guards appeared and Colin continued. The erudite Mr Smith ?didn?t give a s**t, a f**k, or a cock or any other word he wasn?t allowed to say?, this was an issue of free speech (certainly no one would pay for it).
Finally, the President was forced to intervene with an authoritative and slightly contemptuous ?Sorry, could you shut up? Thanks?. Perhaps stunned by the apparent failure of his accusations to shame Council, silence ensured. A brief re-checking of regulations discovered that the motion to dismiss the paper had not been properly debated. And so both sides got to hear the beautiful sound of their own voices in the true spirit of Council. You see, we are not *all* monsters, Mr Smith. Sadly, the motion was turned down again. The right to free speech runs into the brick wall of the right not to give a s**t, a f**k, or a c**k. For you, Mr Smith, ze meeting vas over! As he left the room, his parting words, the surprising observation that council was, in fact, a bunch of Fascists. Another successful application of Godwin?s Law .