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Originally posted by JakiusFogg
reply to post by dam00
Err no.
violence is violence. in which ever form it takes. I'm saying nothing on the quality of the poetic prose.
Nice troll move, but fail right back at ya.
edit on 20/6/2013 by JakiusFogg because: (no reason given)
reply to post by TrueBrit
"Unreasoning hatred, no matter how excused, is just that. It is fear made up with bravado to look like strength, but it is none the less, weakness."
Originally posted by TrueBrit
reply to post by dmsuse
My grandad on my mothers side did. He and I used to discuss politics fairly often. He became a shop steward at Ford in Dagenham , and he had retired by the time I was born. He used to do voluntary work for the union that functioned at Dagenham, and he would sit me on his knee while typing things up in the offices there, when I was on holiday from school at about age five. While he worked, he and I would talk, and I mean talk.
He believed in equality, because his family had always had the thin end of the wedge, and found things difficult. When he saw the horrors being inflicted on people back in the day, he felt compelled to act. He once boiled it down to a wee soundbyte for me, saying "Unreasoning hatred, no matter how excused, is just that. It is fear made up with bravado to look like strength, but it is none the less, weakness."
Over the years, he taught me an awful lot about morality, fairness, life and living, how to reason with yourself when you feel conflicted. He never had the outlet of poetry, and he was an angry man. But he had seen things and done things that you and I, even some vetrans of recent campaigns, cannot really concieve of. Details of course, were scant, because I was a small lad for most of the time we spent in these deep conversations, and later in life, he and I would sit, and watch the news together, occasionally glancing at one another in the knowledge that in his eye, was reflected mine, and mine in his. The window of the soul, the oroborous connection between them.
I am not a copy of my Grandfather. But I am a product of his wisdom, my mothers wisdom, and my own expirience combined. If life can have taught me the fairness that it has, no person has a right to inflict themselves on others the way the EDL and thier like do. They are in direct conflict with not just my Grandfathers veiw, but that of many of the servicemen who fought alongside him, and on other tasks and battlegroups back in the day.
Originally posted by JakiusFogg
reply to post by dam00
Ahh I'm honored.
But the blackshirt comment was bottom drawer at best. Surely you can do better??
Originally posted by TrueBrit
reply to post by dam00
Sir, if you intend to merely insult me, kindly address me when you do so. Better yet, pay attention to the T&C of the site,and avoid it all together.