You know, I lurked on here for YEARS, never saying very much. Keeping quiet, watching the passing parade..
Then, with all this Trump business, I started to say a few things — mostly couched in humor and sarcasm.
Now (indirectly, to be sure) The British Empire has threatened me — ME! — with being “monitored” and possibly even PROSECUTED (though I have no idea how) IF I should happen to write something The Imperial Thought And Speech Police don’t like.
I beg to remind them of how that turned out the last time they tried that sort of thing.
I will not say anything “special” at this time, because I’m very selective as to which hills I’m willing to die on.
But I am thinking things which one day, shortly, I will say.
Bring it on, boys — if ye be men enough. See what happens. Again.
British bodies need to be walking into the hospital to save this baby, bodies by the thousands. Let the elite masters of the universe start bashing heads. They will grow tired bashing heads until they will not have the strength to bash one more head. Then they will be ignored and spurned for the monsters they truly are.