You better read carefully what I have to say and then you can decide what to do with it. This is an unbalanced synopsis of an exceptional pornographic point of view. Romania succeeded into disrupting the natural process of its own evolution that was so essential for the nation and for the region - many times over during its long history as if the four Horsemen of the Apocalypse have made a passion for Romania and had a child named Ceausescu.

I love Romania and I stop to that. Today, to be proud to be Romanian means to be a rich shepherd, play loud gipsy music and use empty Walkers crisp bags instead of condoms. The nationality is curling up from the bowels of an  ultra-nationalist political party - Greater Romania Party.

Eastern Europeans died for their freedom and this is not a story. They died and they did not believe in virgins waiting for them in heaven. If they died for a frivolous thing such as a free and fair Europe , I can probably die easily for free porn . Please don’t think of Eastern Europeans as equal citizens of the European Union - their blood is cheaper than that of Western Europeans as some people might say. They are too far and too near.

I am stubborn and I made a priority from taking a side. There are the pictures and the people. There is the text and the voice over . And then there is not the truth which accompanies the music. The truth does not jump or flies, nor shows emotions as an absolute priority - and is never loved and never appreciated by those involved.

I am not going to take part willingly into what we all call News and Public Opinion and Romanian politics. I am going to take my drums out and beat the rhythm of honour before I faint out due to too much beer.

During the 12th and the 13th century the nobles gained privileges, built their own castles and married the daughters of the nobles. Today you don’t need to do that anymore if you fancy becoming one. All you have to do is to get jesters  to entertain you and the pompous title of His Excellency.

Now we all know that royal jesters were pop and rock stars of their time and what a glorious display must have been.   

In the UK, the Romanians feed and die on working permits. They exist only to be the subjects of the British media while they defy gravity by working the fields, building houses and taking care of British children even when they are better educated than the masters.  They transform themselves and life remains a mystery for them - like paying for something you don’t know how much does it cost in the first place.

The Eastern Europeans also steal from your credit cards and sell you prostitutes because your wife is no good at baking fish pies. They also sue PricewaterhouseCoopers for Ł 40 millions as a hobby. Clearly, the angels are no Romanians.

But how can you conquer the world on an empty stomach ? The Eastern Europeans are basic as basic can be sometimes. They were proud people and now they scramble for a decent future in the UK. The proud Romanians who were once at the front line in defending Christianity while the rest of Europe did nothing to help - had no choice but to adapt.

But there is hope. The Romanian Community in the UK has a King and a half. His Excellency Dr. Ion Jinga - the Ambassador of Romania to the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland is a beacon  of inspiration to every single Romanian who lives with two room mates in a single bedroom.

When His Majesty calls upon the clowns - asking to be entertained, the clowns are coming over in the name of the Romanian Community to entertain the King and the nobility in the private chambers of His Majesty.

Recently I asked the Romanian Embassy ( via email ) on behalf of ClickRomania.co.uk - how many Romanians are taking part in the “ Cultural Events for the Romanians living in UK ’ and the response was prompt and without hesitation.

“ We do not disclose such [sensitive] information to people we do not know.”

I also asked how do they promote the “Cultural  Learnings of UK for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Romania” and I’ve got an invitation to come over and ask them that in person. Well, Mrs Cristina-Narcisa Nita - I am not coming.

They might try to kill me because knowing how many people are participating to the events paid for by the Romanian tax payers in a room 6 x 8 metres - is a royal secret. Asking if the King’s treasury pays for the contemporary jesters  to entertain the King and His Royal Friends - is a an extremely dangerous affair. But I do have a picture of one of the many private parties.

As a friend said ‘ From the sky ,there iz less need for ezplanations”

This is not an extraordinary and poignant tale told by me. The Romanian royalty in the UK does not wish to rub shoulders with the lower class nor do they want to inspire the Romanian community. How many Romanian cleaners and builders can you get inside the Private Public Chamber? No more than three I would guess, depends how often they refurbish the place.

How many Romanians are in the UK? No more than 30-40 thousands and that is a guess because nobody really knows for certain. However 97% of them are cleaners, au-pairs, construction workers, farmers and this is a fact.

In the UK every breathtaking political Britishgate seems to be saying “ Look how beautiful retributions is. “ And it is indeed.