So this man enters a Tower Hamlets bookshop, window laden with Islamic texts, ‘visit Mecca and lose your head’ signs and other Muslim paraphernalia. He says to the bookshop owner, “Have you got that new book about UKIP, can’t remember the title; the one about how UKIP will triumph in the British 2015 Elections?”
The bookshop owners shouts, “F@*## Off! Get out of here immediately. Don’t ever come back!”
The visItor says, “That’s the one!”
h/t to Oh what NOW!
Every year at this time, for many more years than I care to recall, we are once again reminded about how nasty we were to the citizens of Dresden for bombing their city; which of course was naturally totally Anti-Nazi, peace-loving, and for a long time a source of attempts to end the War which, as everyone recalls, was actually started by the British and the French after they objected to legitimate peaceful movements of German civilians to reclaim territory stolen after the First World War. We are reminded that some 25,000 people died from the fire which raged over Dresden for three days, and all those dead were all peace-loving Germans who hated Hitler, didn’t like the Nazis, and wished the War was over.We are reminded, once again, how nasty and cruel we were to those innocent Dresden civilians, and we should all be apologising, continously, for a very, very long time!
Just before we all fall on our swords, or knees, or both, I would also like to remind readers of what that same Nation, within whose borders Dresden still sits, and the Nazi Luftwaffe which was after all ‘only following orders’ achieved all those years ago, whilst trying to reason with the British that they were right, and that we were totally wrong!
Like in London
or indeed in Liverpool!
And I would too have us remember these boys, who helped stir those flames which were so well deserved, and helped bring us all to Victory!
I have been rather busy these past few days, and I’d like to share the news that my labours have resulted in my latest efforts being brought to publication on Amazon’s website.
I commented some time back that writing consists of staring at a screen until the blood and sweat messes up the keyboard, or at least the equivalent; and hope that, if readers find the time, you might visit the source, and see if you agree that my labour was worth the struggle.