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Dancing Mustard wrote:...and he's right too.
If the UK had more guns, then its criminals would be much less cool and would turn into lazy mollycoddled gun-toting imbeciles. QED.
Are you guys serious? Do you not have even the most basic understanding of English genealogy? Basically Celtic, Roman, Norse, and Germanic blood have combined to create two basic kinds of British person: First, the quivering mass of jelly who happily spends his days in a veritable mudbath of passive aggression, mocking others at every turn and using words like "cool" with just the faintest trace of inevitable irony. Second, the twenty-pint-drinking, smoke-blowing, no-necked bald-shaven football watching screaming bastard with hands the size of your head and fingers as thick as your dick who comes out of nowhere at 3 in the morning, begins every sentence with "ROIGHT!" ends every sentence with "MATE" even though you aren't, and, convinced that through eye contact alone you have insulted his grandmother/friend/Manchester United, manages to dislocate every vertebrate in your spine with one punch whilst never breaking stagger.
Wimps? Well, probably, but I'd make sure there was nothing to drink around before I said it. That shit is to the British what spinach is to popeye.
Fruitcake wrote:This is all hardly surprising. In the UK they now have laws that ensure the rights of the aggressor are greater than those of the victim. People found defending themselves are sent to prison while the criminals are given social awareness programs and tags. Much of this stems from the Human Rights Act, ratified by the UK Govt under instruction from their masters in Brussels. This, in itself is hardly surprising for anyone who keeps abreast of such things as 75% of the UK laws are now handed down by Brussels.
We live in a topsy turvy world here on the UK.
....false prayer is so blasphemous, so I cursed a few times instead.
Snorri1234 wrote:Are you guys serious? Do you not have even the most basic understanding of English genealogy? Basically Celtic, Roman, Norse, and Germanic blood have combined to create two basic kinds of British person: First, the quivering mass of jelly who happily spends his days in a veritable mudbath of passive aggression, mocking others at every turn and using words like "cool" with just the faintest trace of inevitable irony. Second, the twenty-pint-drinking, smoke-blowing, no-necked bald-shaven football watching screaming bastard with hands the size of your head and fingers as thick as your dick who comes out of nowhere at 3 in the morning, begins every sentence with "ROIGHT!" ends every sentence with "MATE" even though you aren't, and, convinced that through eye contact alone you have insulted his grandmother/friend/Manchester United, manages to dislocate every vertebrate in your spine with one punch whilst never breaking stagger.
Wimps? Well, probably, but I'd make sure there was nothing to drink around before I said it. That shit is to the British what spinach is to popeye.
....false prayer is so blasphemous, so I cursed a few times instead.
