<< noble Maoris
Your [sic] tripping, there's nothing noble about Maoridom, [sic] they [sic] are the biggest parasites on the NZ economy and judicial system, ever.
As for your systemtemtic [sic] use of the Singapore surrender, take note that the Aussies gave up and didn't fight when the Japsd [sic] got behind their lines, they were far too busy getting drunk and looting to put up a fight.
There's only one unit that deserves any honour from Singapore, the one that put up a fight, and it's not a ANZAC unit. It's British.
Kiwi's [sic] are are self important twats, piss poor at what [They] do and shallow too [sic] boot. >>
This American and other intelligent folks will take anything you claim to know anout Kiwis, clockwork orang, with the same grain of salt we reserve for the every vapid pontification and scornful, sneering, supercilliousness of every other rotton-toothed unwashed pommy bastard - and of every other serial prevaricator.
And, given the trueness-to-form of your latest banal and boorish bloviation and your dismal-diatribe-upon-dismal-diatribe track record I doubt today's tirade will score you any differently and/or influence any more than have ever been impressed by anything that's ever eminated from your fetid gap-toothed cake-hole. Not a sylible of which, let it be emphasized, has ever been other than the kind of projectile-vomited projections of such feelings as make it through the miasma wafting off your too many yesterdays' boozings oozing up from the bile-generated understandably-suicidal euro-peon self-loathing that starts your '54 Fiat 500 and gets it and your mummy and you through the night and, in the absence of even a single working frontal lobe, is filtered by only your meaness of spirit, surly disposition and through the detritus with which you are as self-soiled as is every other life member of the crude and uneducated lumpen lowest class of society from whose loins you've oozed.
As for Maori I'd suggest you maintain your Neville Chamberlain-championed, Singapore-Dunkirk and-Hong-Kong-like gutlessly craven anonymity rather than risk discovering such residual nobility as is left the Maori since the post-WW-II, Clement-Atlee-electing and escaping, whining, whinging, slothful, soul-dead unwashed pommy-bastard shop-steward invasion collectivized his and every other Kiwis' country and in doing so stripped him and every other New Zealander of his manhood and emasculated, feminized and homosexualized him.
Pommyfied him that is. Every man a frilly-lace-pantied girlyman.
Equal squalor for all.
But at all cost stay in hiding in case there's a vacationing noble Maori back from my America or from Australia to see how badly you dole-bludging pommy bastards and your stinking fasciSSocialistic Labour potty have buggared his birthplace since his last visit.
And talking about Australia and Australians brings to mind the pathetic lace-panty-clad pink-gin-sipping pommy poofters who, for the umteenth time, deserted the up-country-Malaya ANZAC Forces and left them unsupported at their backs and crept away to Singapore and then sat around at the Cricket Club waiting to cravenly surrender to a handful of poorly-armed and half-starved bicycling Japs at the end of a five thousand miles long supply line?
Not one Australian, by the way, surrendered.
Not one.
So another word of warning, Wanda: Keep up your craven anonymity. Do not dare identify yourself, any more than to that Maori, to any of those brave Australian Men's descendents.
For if you do, you'll soon be be wearing for garters AND for a necktie, any of your yellow guts left over after any noble Maori or the one surviving noble Moriori gets done with you.
Limeys put up a fight, you say? That's a bloody joke.
What were they fighting for? For an extra 50P a week in their dole handouts? Or over the lace panty bin at the local co-op's annual Eid clearance sales?
BUMPping
"Not a sylible of which, let it be emphasized, has ever been other than the kind of projectile-vomited projections of such feelings as make it through the miasma wafting off your too many yesterdays' boozings oozing up from the bile-generated understandably-suicidal euro-peon self-loathing that starts your '54 Fiat 500 and gets it and your mummy and you through the night and, in the absence of even a single working frontal lobe, is filtered by only your meaness of spirit, surly disposition and through the detritus with which you are as self-soiled as is every other life member of the crude and uneducated lumpen lowest class of society from whose loins you've oozed."
The one-man campaign to do away with punctuation, spelling and reason continues unabated, I see. Ho hum.
We all know who you pretend to be Brian, and you're the typical Walter Mitty, some days a Yank, the next your a steadfast Aussie, then you come across as a supporter of the Jewish State, when pushed your a Kiwi. The truth is that you're an old IRA supporter, an Irishman born and bred, a full blown terrorist supporter pushing an outdated agenda to FR and anybody who'll listen for your Anti-British, sorry Anti-English, cause.
Your a fool and a dangerous fool at that or at the very best an idiot, that's why I'm forwarding your details (remember the MY America Pic - shudder) to HomeLand Security, the MI's, SO, Metro Police Anti Terrorist group and every British Regiment and Active Unit I can find, with your picture and some of your choice comments. If you profess to be who you are you'll run into someone in the Para's or Royal's who'll take offense to your vile comments, your not going to Heaven I guess.
Ta Ta
Yeah I know, I'll be banned but it's worth it.