bluethrunthru
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yeah - them bastids too lol
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yeah - them bastids too lol
TinFoilHat
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Lefty woke loving BBC etc....
bluethrunthru
Well-Known Member
Lefty woke loving BBC etc....
I looked it up - Exeter voted 55% Remain in the referendum - an element of "not in my name" in that response
SkyBlueFlux
Well-Known Member
She might as well have asked
“Is anybody here both thick as fuck AND a ****?”
I think Suella may have miscalculated that cross-section.
bluethrunthru
Well-Known Member
She might as well have asked
“Is anybody here both thick as fuck AND a ****?”
I think Suella may have miscalculated that cross-section.
when Braverman says "most of the British people" you can take from that
1/ she is referring to the EU referendum result as they have not directly asked us to vote on the Rwanda plan.
2/ She is admitting that in her view that and the 2019 GE result were decided on grounds of banning brown people from coming here - ie a racists result
3/ She thinks everyone is either stupid or as evil as she is.
She repeated the quasi-Nazi phrase "phoney humanitarianism" (last time it was "fake humanitarianism"). I suppose the Nazis hated real humanitarianism more than phoney humanitarianism but I'm not sure what Braverman thinks real humanitarianism looks like.when Braverman says "most of the British people" you can take from that
1/ she is referring to the EU referendum result as they have not directly asked us to vote on the Rwanda plan.
2/ She is admitting that in her view that and the 2019 GE result were decided on grounds of banning brown people from coming here - ie a racists result
3/ She thinks everyone is either stupid or as evil as she is.
bluethrunthru
Well-Known Member
So - we send them £140m and zero refugee's - where is the money? Funding Kagames war on Hotoo's in neighbouring DRC thats where
mosssideblue
Well-Known Member
This Governent spunk hundreds of millions away year on year and have the audacity to claim they are fiscally competentSo - we send them £140m and zero refugee's - where is the money? Funding Kagames war on Hotoo's in neighbouring DRC thats where
Rascal
El Presidente
"NOBODY PUTS THEIR CHILDREN ON BOATS UNLESS THE SEA IS SAFER THAN THE LAND"
The cooking fella used it last night, its a very powerful line, here is the full poem.
It is by Warsan Shire, a Somali-British writer and poet in her 20s and it is one most amazing pieces of poetry I have ever read.
No one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark
you only run for the border
when you see the whole city running as well
your neighbours running faster than you
breath bloody in their throats
the boy you went to school with
who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory
is holding a gun bigger than his body
you only leave home
when home won't let you stay.
no one leaves home unless home chases you
fire under feet
hot blood in your belly
it's not something you ever thought of doing
until the blade burnt threats into
your neck
and even then you carried the anthem under
your breath
only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets
sobbing as each mouthful of paper
made it clear that you wouldn't be going back.
you have to understand,
that no one puts their children in a boat
unless the water is safer than the land
no one burns their palms
under trains
beneath carriages
no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck
feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled
means something more than journey.
no one crawls under fences
no one wants to be beaten
pitied
no one chooses refugee camps
or strip searches where your
body is left aching
or prison,
because prison is safer
than a city of fire
and one prison guard
in the night
is better than a truckload
of men who look like your father
no one could take it
no one could stomach it
no one skin would be tough enough
the
go home blacks
refugees
dirty immigrants
asylum seekers
sucking our country dry
niggers with their hands out
they smell strange
savage
messed up their country and now they want
to mess ours up
how do the words
the dirty looks
roll off your backs
maybe because the blow is softer
than a limb torn off
or the words are more tender
than fourteen men between
your legs
or the insults are easier
to swallow
than rubble
than bone
than your child body
in pieces.
i want to go home,
but home is the mouth of a shark
home is the barrel of the gun
and no one would leave home
unless home chased you to the shore
unless home told you
to quicken your legs
leave your clothes behind
crawl through the desert
wade through the oceans
drown
save
be hunger
beg
forget pride
your survival is more important
no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear
saying-
leave,
run away from me now
i dont know what i've become
but i know that anywhere
is safer than here
The cooking fella used it last night, its a very powerful line, here is the full poem.
It is by Warsan Shire, a Somali-British writer and poet in her 20s and it is one most amazing pieces of poetry I have ever read.
No one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark
you only run for the border
when you see the whole city running as well
your neighbours running faster than you
breath bloody in their throats
the boy you went to school with
who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory
is holding a gun bigger than his body
you only leave home
when home won't let you stay.
no one leaves home unless home chases you
fire under feet
hot blood in your belly
it's not something you ever thought of doing
until the blade burnt threats into
your neck
and even then you carried the anthem under
your breath
only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets
sobbing as each mouthful of paper
made it clear that you wouldn't be going back.
you have to understand,
that no one puts their children in a boat
unless the water is safer than the land
no one burns their palms
under trains
beneath carriages
no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck
feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled
means something more than journey.
no one crawls under fences
no one wants to be beaten
pitied
no one chooses refugee camps
or strip searches where your
body is left aching
or prison,
because prison is safer
than a city of fire
and one prison guard
in the night
is better than a truckload
of men who look like your father
no one could take it
no one could stomach it
no one skin would be tough enough
the
go home blacks
refugees
dirty immigrants
asylum seekers
sucking our country dry
niggers with their hands out
they smell strange
savage
messed up their country and now they want
to mess ours up
how do the words
the dirty looks
roll off your backs
maybe because the blow is softer
than a limb torn off
or the words are more tender
than fourteen men between
your legs
or the insults are easier
to swallow
than rubble
than bone
than your child body
in pieces.
i want to go home,
but home is the mouth of a shark
home is the barrel of the gun
and no one would leave home
unless home chased you to the shore
unless home told you
to quicken your legs
leave your clothes behind
crawl through the desert
wade through the oceans
drown
save
be hunger
beg
forget pride
your survival is more important
no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear
saying-
leave,
run away from me now
i dont know what i've become
but i know that anywhere
is safer than here
Big Joe Corrigan
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That’s a tough read Rascal."NOBODY PUTS THEIR CHILDREN ON BOATS UNLESS THE SEA IS SAFER THAN THE LAND"
The cooking fella used it last night, its a very powerful line, here is the full poem.
It is by Warsan Shire, a Somali-British writer and poet in her 20s and it is one most amazing pieces of poetry I have ever read.
No one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark
you only run for the border
when you see the whole city running as well
your neighbours running faster than you
breath bloody in their throats
the boy you went to school with
who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory
is holding a gun bigger than his body
you only leave home
when home won't let you stay.
no one leaves home unless home chases you
fire under feet
hot blood in your belly
it's not something you ever thought of doing
until the blade burnt threats into
your neck
and even then you carried the anthem under
your breath
only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets
sobbing as each mouthful of paper
made it clear that you wouldn't be going back.
you have to understand,
that no one puts their children in a boat
unless the water is safer than the land
no one burns their palms
under trains
beneath carriages
no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck
feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled
means something more than journey.
no one crawls under fences
no one wants to be beaten
pitied
no one chooses refugee camps
or strip searches where your
body is left aching
or prison,
because prison is safer
than a city of fire
and one prison guard
in the night
is better than a truckload
of men who look like your father
no one could take it
no one could stomach it
no one skin would be tough enough
the
go home blacks
refugees
dirty immigrants
asylum seekers
sucking our country dry
niggers with their hands out
they smell strange
savage
messed up their country and now they want
to mess ours up
how do the words
the dirty looks
roll off your backs
maybe because the blow is softer
than a limb torn off
or the words are more tender
than fourteen men between
your legs
or the insults are easier
to swallow
than rubble
than bone
than your child body
in pieces.
i want to go home,
but home is the mouth of a shark
home is the barrel of the gun
and no one would leave home
unless home chased you to the shore
unless home told you
to quicken your legs
leave your clothes behind
crawl through the desert
wade through the oceans
drown
save
be hunger
beg
forget pride
your survival is more important
no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear
saying-
leave,
run away from me now
i dont know what i've become
but i know that anywhere
is safer than here