GREETINGS, LITTLE ENGLANDERS

Greetings from Belfast.

It's Easter, 1916.

By any means necessary.

 

We're not all Englanders in here.

 

Do not feed the trolls

 

All your counties are belong to us.

 

Since when has Belfast been 7 hours behind civilisation? Stop living
in the past you useless ****.

 

Easter, 1916.

 

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The use of the word "****" in a deprecatory manner is a regionalism
common to certain parts and classes of the so-called "UK".

Please use standard international English.

(This message has been brought to you by The Dublin Post Office)

 

And THAT episode was particularly productive, wasn't it?

Fkin bogtrotters.

 

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Indeed it was, O Little Engerlander-Man. It ultimately resulted in the
expulsion of Imperialist Bastards from a certain part of a certain
island and the subsequent will-merited elimination of thousands of
Imperialist soldiers, civilians and pseudo-policemen from the northern
third of that island, a process that continues to this very day.

Black and Tans out!

Yer days are numbered!

(This was a public service announcement made for the enlightenment
of "uk".WRECK. motor-jalopies readers, sycophants and camp-followers)

 

Tokyo Post Office, more like.

 

Whatever Stephan. Get on with your homework.

 

Well, son, I'm from that neck of the woods, and I call all sorts of people
cunts.

But not you. You're just a bin-lid.

 

You rotters think you know it all.

England as a market and producer of two-wheeled motorized vehicules is
nowhere. It is now the Upper Volta of the riding world, long ago
surpassed by umpteen other countries.

You had a good run, but now it's over.