Monday, 10 November 2008

Remembrance Sunday - the onset of loathing

No I know it's not very nice and I don't really mean any ill to the ordinary soldiers but the whole ceremony and more specifically some of the people who come out of the woodwork to take part in it, fills me with a sort of revulsion. Prince William who got his wings unfeasibly quickly and still no sight of a proper job but he gets to wear all the medals like making toast under fire and travelling first-class beyond the call of duty. Then Brown with his big wreath, perhaps a poppy for everyone who's died on his watch in two pointless wars and his awful book about Courage, other people's of course. Real courage would be taking himself off and raising his children that he's very lucky to have at his age....

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