They want to kill you in the name of Allah with their bad driving, what fuckers.So anyway I was standing at Glasgow Airport minding my own business waiting for Jimmy the stain to get through security hoping they did not check up his hole when "WHAM!" I saw George Michael then seconds later a car crashed into the terminal, I don't think Mr Michael had anything to do with it.
A Jeep Cherokee was a blaze, two Asians had rammed the building with a car full of petrol bombs in a terrorist attack. I just thought that chinks being the worse drivers in the world crashed into a big fuck off Airport by accident.
Along with the car bombs in London its just like the 80's all over again, the IRA were into blowing people up before they all became Bloggers (I know who you are) and the Iranians were into driving cars full of bombs into things.
Where is Tony when we need him? we can't give into pricks like this, Gordon Brown (texture like sun) had better not cave in like Spain did, that would be dishonouring those that stood up to Hitler, those wounded at Canary wharf the dead of the Brighton bombing the Harrods bombing not to mention Omagh , Enniskillen and the Iranian embassy .
If you back doon from these crazy fuckers it will be more embarrassing than the Hostages Iran held earlier this year . Who hasn't been bombed by terrorists? c'mon its been a way of life for Northern Ireland for the last 30 odd years, its not very nice when the masked cowards attack but you can't let them win, we'll have them beat by Christmas, it may be Christmas of 2037 but we'll still win.
Remember Muhammad Old Knudsen still thinks yer a cunt so cum and have a go if you think yer hard enough, I'll shove my boot up so far up yer fatwa you can taste the dog shit I just stepped in.
Dear Land of Hope, thy hope is crowned.
God make thee mightier yet!
On Sov'reign brows, beloved, renowned,
Once more thy crown is set.
Thine equal laws, by Freedom gained,
Have ruled thee well and long;
By Freedom gained, by Truth maintained,
Thine Empire shall be strong.
Land of Hope and Glory,
Mother of the Free,
How shall we extol thee,
Who are born of thee?
Wider still and wider
Shall thy bounds be set;
God, who made thee mighty,
Make thee mightier yet
God, who made thee mighty,
Make thee mightier yet.
Thy fame is ancient as the days,
As Ocean large and wide
A pride that dares, and heeds not praise,
A stern and silent pride
Not that false joy that dreams content
With what our sires have won;
The blood a hero sire hath spent
Still nerves a hero son.
Thine Empire shall be strong.
Land of Hope and Glory,
Mother of the Free,
How shall we extol thee,
Who are born of thee?
Wider still and wider
Shall thy bounds be set;
God, who made thee mighty,
Make thee mightier yet
God, who made thee mighty,
Make thee mightier yet.
Thy fame is ancient as the days,
As Ocean large and wide
A pride that dares, and heeds not praise,
A stern and silent pride
Not that false joy that dreams content
With what our sires have won;
The blood a hero sire hath spent
Still nerves a hero son.
