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ifansinnott -> His TV died so it did. Poor Fucker. (7/15/2016 6:48:48 AM)
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When Queenie joins the ancestor's and Chuck the Turd is king then shall the Isle of Avalon sink into the abyss. Britannia's children will squabble over what passes for the spoils. The Celts shall leave the Anglo Saxons and the beasts in the East shall be pleased. A new World order full of lies and the old one dies. A people divided that were once so United. A theme oft repeated in nations through time. The ceptured Isles set in a silver sea, no more afternoon tea. The Cricket fields on the village green on sunny summers days, the laughter of children playing, the warm beer in the country pub, the lush green valley's, Historic castles turn to dust, the Church bells are long silent, the sea and airports closed, the railways abandoned,the rivers and Canals drained, satanic mills and factories closed, the big black birds have left the tower, the Royal family as scampered to some last remaining tax haven paradise. Yes Britannia is still open for Business. Empty and grey skies above were once brave young men shot down the evil hun though outnumbered and yes, they won. The shores and the ghosts of celts who once saw off and sent packing the Legions of Rome until a century later Augustus won. From south coast harbours it's ships set sail to trade and wage war against France and Spain. The mist does fall and shroud the hallowed Isles were myth and legend once did abound. Its people are grand without a doubt but it's leaders are bastards that I do shout. Evil men take the credit and good men get nowt. Honours and awards given out like confetti to the parasites about but few if any get awarded to those who true deserve them. A crisis in housing a crisis in health, foreign tongues replace old English and jump the queue, that's line to me and you. Three crosses on a distinct flag shall soon be one as long before once was. Cry God for Harry, England and St George, the lines once written by Shakespeare a Warwickshire County lad. St Andrew and St Patrick have asked for a civil partnership divorce. The land of our father's and red dragon flags, will soon say English out. The Isle of Man in paddies sea, between 3 kingdoms once did be, long independent yet British to a tee. The 5 channel islands off Brittany long independent also, we're a French patois is spoken along with English yokel. 7 party kingdoms themselves from Celtic, Scandinavian and germanic tribes did become one back in the early medieval Times. A new nation that would change the world in so many various ways and most for good. Its language, laws and culture spread about the globe. It had its share of revolutions and civil wars long before the Americans and the French even thought of the concept. Many nations did it create and with it Armies and navies and commerce and trade. Universities, seats of learning among the very first in the world. Through time to the bones of ancestor's who roamed these islands before the sea took the land. The hunter gatherers, the settled farmers, the stone house communities, the ancient hill forts. Those men and women to who forged this nation true and laid the foundations of modern civilization have been betrayed by their kin of today who like midas everything they touch turns to dust. Soccer and Rugby, many other sports to invented by the English and Scotsmen to. Lousy at the sports they invented but past masters at war which they did not invent butshowed the world what Tommy meant. They once stood firm and beat all comments but now turn on themselves. They leave a corrupt beaurocracy were civil servants make the rules and not elected politicians. High salaries and allowances and the jet set lifestyle. Eroding nations sovereignty and making dictate laws. Taking mega bribes and trying to install one unelected dictatorship called the United States of Europe or European Union, a new holy Roman Empire and old Roman empire to reduce the past. We want none of that. We are Seafarers not landlocked. We grade, we don't sit about Plotting grandiose scheme of world domination. The Westerfield and southerlies are replaced by Arctic and Siberia winds of change. Puttin the evil dictator shall be Pleased. The frogs and gerryboys can get on with their masterplan to rob and steal blind. Britannia has taken the overdose of pills and her death is imminent.
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