"If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or your arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen."

Friday, 24 September 2010

What A Piece Of Work Is Man

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals.
I can only presume Shakespeare was being sarcastic when he wrote those lines for Hamlet because I don't think the nature of man has changed much over the ages. We're a mix of good/bad thoughts, good/bad deeds and good/bad words. What matters is our own conscience.

Conscience is the ability to know the difference between good and bad and act accordingly. If your conscience says tormenting and killing can be a fun sport then what hope is there?  'Oh, I'm really bored, let's go and have a bit of fun with that old woman in the next street.'

The trouble is that the woman was an energetic eighty year-old who worked all her life and no doubt seen her taxes go in benefits to support the low-lifes who killed her.

'Indian trap' set for eighty-year old.  The most these f/tards will be charged with, if they're caught, is theft of a manhole cover.

I'll be back next month (27th is the new working date subject to Monarch taking the cats) and I wonder what sort of society I'm coming home to when neighbours don't look after each other and the police are such pussies. I've only been away five years.

Too many articles in the Daily Mail makes me weep for my country but the comments make me weep even more. Capital punishment isn't the answer to our problems and neither is bringing back the birch. We've been undergoing a political revolution whereby European law is conflicting with existing English law. It's a period of transition from the United Kingdom of Great Britain & Northern Ireland to the European Union.

Shakespeare also wrote this:
"Cowards die many times before their deaths,
The valiant never taste of death but once."
How many petty deaths will this generation of British people suffer before they understand the truth and stand up to be counted?


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