nope I was always an injun. they were the oppressed ones and even as a 6 year old i was aware of the scourge of racism. Plus I could wear a skirt obviously.
You really should never have told everyone you were born when a Beatles song was number 1. i fear it may taint people's view of you. I'll still marry you though
Your comparison with the people from Northern Ireland who bombed shopping centres in England is quite interesting - how would you feel if after bombing your shopping centre all those years ago the IRA went about collecting money for the now retired people who planted those bombs? It may sound like a stretch but you get the point, if someone has once aimed a weapon at you, you may not feel that charitable towards them. Anyway you seem to have moderated your opinion a bit. At first you slammed Toby for his refusal to endorse a military charity - and I was trying to explain why some people, through their own experiences, may feel uncomfortable doing such a thing. I think you have accepted that now, which is good - I wasn't trying to convince you that the army was evil or that they were a force for bad things, I was just pointing out that from the point of view of others they may at least not be worthy of a charity donation.
Me and a dozen other lads used to give this Paki's car a 'cake-over' (i.e. We'd cover it in eggs and flour) We also once burnt somebody's tree down by covering it with 5 rolls of toilet paper and setting it alight
Somebody on the official Hull City Facebook page posted something along these lines after Saturday's game - "Was it down to health and safety that all of the stewards were not wearing poppies?" What a ****ing sad ****
Nah, I genuinely get irritated by the pressure to conform which descends upon me every November - I can remember the look of disgust from a wee secretary (who's brother was serving) when I refused to buy a Poppy from her last year. I'm seemingly the devil for deciding (after quite a bit of considered thought) to opt out of this national fetish. How dare I make up my own mind on this?
I stuck 3p in change in a collection tin the other day just to avoid carrying it around in my pocket, and was walking off when some old geezer called after me so I could take a poppy. I took one to avoid offending him, given his age, but the thing went straight in the ****ing bin when I got home. It really grates on me when people demand I **** over the armed forces. Clearly I have a great deal of respect for those who fought in the Great War and Second World War, and my own grandfather was a member of the Royal Navy, but it's safe to say that if somebody joins up these days then they're a thick, chavvy **** with no GCSEs and no non-violence-related job qualities or employability. Squaddies here in Beverley get a real bad time of it, and this is a town of coffee and charity shops populated predominantly by Tory-supporting pensioners and southerners. They think they're the ****ing mutt's nuts, and I haven't yet met a single one who was likeable and wasn't ******ed.
I don't know. I don't think I can blame the soldiers for signing up - at one point in my past I was extremely bored and looking adventure and trying my best to get out of the ****ey working class hole the random luck of birth had dealt to me. If I had of been born in England it's very possible the army would have been my out - in Ireland though, given the lack of sane military choice, I had applied for silly things like working for the red cross in Palestine (much to the dismay of my missus) - so I had a mind to escape, and it's through another piece of random luck that I managed to get offered a job in Malta, which soothed that desire to get to hell out of the place I came from - a desire that I imagine is the main recruitment tool for the armed forces. Anyway my anti-military stance is more from personal experience of dealing with a military which was on active duty - and also dealing with individuals who took it upon themselves to wage war on others. At this point I choose not to indulge in the support of these activities on any side, and I'm consistent despite the peer pressure from almost every part of mainstream society around me, which demands that I at least nod my head towards this particular annual Poppy homage.
