Seen this on Agent Orange Junior's blog, WUM or not? Thank god for forums like this wear we can openly talk about how our lives, traditions, ethics and standards are being eroded by 5th column Papism.To be fare though we have bean very complacent in our attitudes.The opposition has used our sense of decency and fare play to there advantage. We have allowed them paint us as bigots and mormons while taking fool advantage of every benefit going to them.Why in our country did we give them catholic schools they wear the intelopers and immigrants.We shoulkd have nipped that in the bud Its only fare to allow people an education but if they are in our country they go to our schools.I am all for letting people practice there religon but they have now weedled there way into power and control the media which eycontrols a lot of public opinion jew to the way it gets slanted against us when being shown outside Scotland How come every tv documentary made they find a mormonic fat guy put him in a Rangers top and have him shouting WATP etc,that is deliberate,then they wheel on a faithful through and through Celtic fan from Ireland giving it we only want to be equal The good thing is the tide is turning
"Jew to the way...." Best spelling mistake ever. What is also amusing is how Dev takes all this ****e so seriously. Leggo & McMurdo although not as mentally ill as Phil the Gobbler they are hardly masters of the pen, but they wind up auld Dev. Which is nice.
To suggest they wind me up is to infer they are not serious? Aye Frank you've got my number, i'm fair frothing at the mooth wi pent up fury and nowhere to focus it. Why the opinions of two bigoted retards would make me angry is anyone's guess.
You seem to spend a lot of time with the issue, face it Dev you are a lonely auld man so pre-occupied with the incoherant ramblings of young idiots that the world is switfly passing you by. Picture the scene....... The infra-red clock display on the sound system flicks to 21:52. An ageing man dressed in a bowler hat, khaki cords and a brown cardigan pauses, looks up and gets back on with his business. He had been meaning to change that to AM/PM display as 24h is used by the evil British Military. Still he carries on with his affairs as structured bedtime of 10:15pm must be met and he hasn't even prepared his onesie yet. He shuffles several files on his pine desk, and breaks into a skip as he exits the study, on doing so he clumsily drops two of the files onto the grainy cream carpet which was once white. Russ kneels to pick them up, looks around him at the stained walls from his habit of smoking joints through the day, only disrupted by a lone Barca/Celtic scarf nailed squintly to the back wall, he sighs as he ponders if this is really all worth it. Russ stands up, strokes his balding brow with the palm of his hand, still blotched and aching from hours of writing his memoirs in the cold damp of his study. A grimace appears on his weathered face as he paces out of the room, the dropped files are left behind, the covers of which are blank with subtle text, one reads "McMURDO", the other "GRAHAM". 30 minutes later he is in the other room, there are only two in this bedsit not including the washroom. He is peering out the window, not looking at anything in particular. He bites his lip and utters, "What am I doing?"