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Us Brits have one thing in common there's no rich folk that we ever trust, for they don't give a damn who they're hurting while striving to fulfil their lust. We've seen it with our Politicians our Actors and Police Force as well. While they spend, Britain sinks in depression giving everyone else living hell. It would seem Beer's the only solution, though drinking it to great excess puts more bloody tax in their pockets and does nothing to sort out the mess. Now I am a real peacefully person  but I'd happily pick up a gun and murder the bent twisted bastards who ruin our lives for their fun. This also applies to the dozens protected by our BBC, Hidden by Police, and the Rich Folk, who let child abusers roam free. Just what has become of our nation or as it been always the same. No wonder we Brits' drown our sorrows - being drunk is less reason for shame. Ivor G Davies

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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