This time last week the cuntry but mostly Northern Ireland was commemorating the battle of the Somme. Though more Yorkshire men died on the first day of the battle the Loyalists of Norn Iron like to think that
Tremendous dying, the best. The others present at the battle, what losers.
If yer ancestor did something worthwhile then fuck it, you can live off that and piss away yer life not having to achieve anything.
As well as crosses and poppies there were parades and an open air event. 100 years, we remember our war dead better than anyone else, we fucken love em. We wear poppies all the fucken time, we even put them on our cars.
Look at our fucken war memorials, hundreds of them, we love dead soldiers we do .... sure they may hate alive soldiers but once dead they become precious.
In the armpit town known as
Burning pallets were dragged across the road by tear filled fleggers remembering the dead and attacking the police in true 36th division style since it contained a load of the early UVF members.
Ah those were the days, they didn't get to kill the King's soldiers or police with guns bought from Germany but got to die in battle instead mowed down by guns owned by Germany. The irony has not been lost on me.
So they are.
What a showers of useless cunts they are.