RIGHT THAT'S IT. THE GLOVES ARE OFF! FROM NOW ON, I'M JUST GOING TO SAY WHAT I THINK!
Showing posts with label JULY. Show all posts
Showing posts with label JULY. Show all posts
Saturday, 3 July 2010
THE ANNUAL ORANGE SCUM MARCH IS IN GLASGOW TODAY.
Up to 8,000 marchers are expected to take part in Scotland's largest Orange Parade in Glasgow later.
Police and the Orange Order have warned those attending the event that bigoted behaviour and public drunkenness will not be tolerated, (TRY AND STOP IT)! The Orange Order said 90 bands from 182 lodges would take part in the parade.
I fucking hate ORANGE MARCHES and the bigotry and hatred showed by the marchers and the TATTOOED SCRUFF that follow them. This phenomenon is purely an Ulster and West of Scotland occurrence. Half of the bands will be SCUM from Northern Ireland, who annually march to GET IT UP THE FENIAN BASTARDS. I abhor the triumphalism and the display of pro-British shite. In the East of Scotland they have HIBERNIAN/pro IRA marches. It's time these FUCKWITS were told to fuck off and hold their marches on ST. Kilda, where we can leave the fuckers to kick the shite out of each other and leave the decent people of Scotland in peace.
As a wee postscript. Twenty five years or so ago my wife used to run a B&B and one night in July when I came home for work she told me she had booked in three men from Northern Ireland and she wasn't too sure about them. I chapped their door, (they were in the family room), to make sure there was no fucking hanky panky going on, (sorry gay following), and immediately sussed that they would be over for the Orange Walk the next day. The next morning they came down for breakfast with their anoraks on, hiding their regalia underneath. The first thing I did was to turn up the heating full, it was a hot July day and by the time I took their breakfast through to them the sweat was running down their faces. "Are youse alright, boys", I asked. "Fine, fine was the reply". Well we were in the kitchen, pishing ourselves laughing and I started to call my wife Theresa in a loud voice and shouted out things like, "did you remember to phone Father Murphy" and similar comments. Childish I know, but a fucking good laugh.
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