Saturday July 23rd 2011, approx 1430hrs A dog whines in the corner pathetically, the poor animals ribcage hurting from the one heavy kick dealt to it from its masters right boot while trying to understand what happened, a sorry sight if you ever did see it and surely the RSPCA would have a field day with. A long suffering wife sobs upstairs on her bed, bruised, bleeding, beaten and broken, desperate to hold it together as she talks to her mother on the phone, making up every excuse she can think of to vindicate the beast who did this, even stooping so low as to blame herself for everything. All the time, downstairs a transistor radio lies smashed to pieces, a DVD of 9 in a row plays idly in the background and a chourus of hate-filled songs pours from the only working audio playing device left in this seedy little flat, a portable CD player. On the chair sits an ugly, obese person that you could, in the wrong light, mistake for a human being. The being is wearing a blue shirt, a shirt that hasn't been taken off since the day that his long suffering wife was intimidated into buying for it for it, cheap lager stains are apparent and are only disguised by the obvious Buckfast Tonic Wine stains. The being is foaming at the mouth, a lot of expletives seem to pour from it, especially when preceded by the word Fenian. The being is looking for a fight! Not satisfied with beating its faithful pitbull or its long suffering wife, the being is off out tonight looking for "Fenian bastards". The being staggers towards the door, mouth frothing, rage burning, "we arra peepul" it roars, "ya Fenian bastards" and exits. Take care tonight Bhoys and Ghirls, you know what those ****s are like when things don't go their way
Aye we are the people. They always thought that. I wonder if the boys in blue give out figures for wife beatings, children abused and innocent Roman Catholics attacked for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I doubt it superhoops, those ****s are too busy being mock offended by Neil Lennon and whatever story they might make up this weather. Well be mock offended by this, huns. I think, sorry, I know you are a shower of ugly inbred ****ed up orange bastards who have no place on this earth, argue your case all you want huns, you'll (as your father, brother, uncle, whatever claimed to be did before you) fail miserably because you are Huns. Now call me a bigot, I don't give a ****, at least I'm not an ugly hun bastard
I know. The conspiracy pish got an airing on another thread too. You would think the name of this board would give them a clue. Has Mick not appointed the mod yet?
Medro Pendes. It was decided weeks ago that YOU are a bigot. Not only decided but proven. You also were dismissed from another board for been an obnoxious bigot. How can you call anyone a bigot, sure you must think a bigot is something worthwhile or you wouldn't continue acting one.
