Dear Mr. Blair,

I'm writing to you with regards to your refusal to honour your promise to return to our country, the marbles of the Parthenon'.

Considering that, politicians are not known for their altruism and in this instance, the 'Greek vote' in the United Kingdom to being only minuscule, the ethics of your promise, whilst in opposition, are rather curious!

Looking at your promise however as if, a piece in a jigsaw puzzle, the answer to this perplexing question becomes clearer; albeit its small Greek-vote-catching capabilities it was found to be a cause pleaded by your intelligentsia, hence significant to your stratagem for regaining office.

The center piece of which was of course, the emasculating of your workingman's Party. Which begs the terrible question your constituency must now be asking - whether your kind of Labour does really matter any more!

Seeing here, that we have to deal with entrenched Thatcherism I should perhaps become conciliatory and give you, instead of arguing the ethics of your promise, an idea of,

'How, yours British Museum presents you to the world'.

Well, in two word; rather, poorly;

For what it does, and doing it so very well is flaunting - with the same gay abandon your upstanding carpet-bagger ancestors, went out pillaging other people's inheritances - instead of underplaying your excesses during your imperialists days. By making somehow light of, by accusing fate for, the inauspicious confluence of the internal combustion engine, and Adam Smith's 'The Wealth of Nations'.

That inclement confluence that abetted by the 'religion of convenience' Protestantism, unleashed upon humanity a curse that's currently rebounding upon us with its zeal renew under the slogan of 'New World Order'!

Should that have been the case, your august museum, aided by the pleasure of seeing its ill-gotten treasures, would have been subliminally suggesting to its visitors, why they should not judge you too harshly, [(in italics) for being with so many things that have absolutely nothing to do with neither, you nor your country!]

As my name suggests I am indeed a Hellene and proud of it, as the skeletons in our cupboard are outnumbered by far, by the inventiveness, the scholarship and humanism of our ancestors that made it possible for you, as well as countless others, to now regard yourselves as civilized people!

Civility and civilization, however, are commodities that can not be acquired by money, thuggery or theft, but by distilling over time, using one's own passion, ingenuity and determination, those subtleties from one's own, intellectual and spiritual potential!

I must say Mr. Blair that your culture-vulture ancestors, who roamed your colonies for instant culture, and those recalcitrant victorian gentlemen at the British Museum, have[(italics)really . . .] done you wrong!

Kindest Regards,