12 November 2012
The peasants where revolting as the cleric with the hook ran a ring of shame around our leaders throats. The people see no justice, should have thrown at him the book, but instead Abu Qatada sits and gloats.
Where's a Hitman when you need him, as on benefits Abu's feeding, all his followers on hate towards our Sons. Our leaders instead send them, then on the 11th day remember them, For they arm the opposition with our guns.
So while our troops are dying, wives and children, mothers crying, still our government and laws fail to provide. We are broken as a nation, by this pathetic illustration. Who can say they're British now with Pride?
Revolting • Opuss № I