Hey - do trolls get apoplexy?

I sure as hell hope so - cos I'm inviting you cretins to Leeds.

You're a bit late for the party, but you'll have to imagine a celebration in the main square of England's proud second city outside London. Know where it is? Leeds.

Music? Of course - from a steel band, tunes chosen from several far-flung corners of our tiny world, played superbly and professionally by a bunch of school-kids - black/asian/arab/white, born in Leeds/England or anywhere else; and every possible permutation.

And the crowd are swaying along, getting into the swing - great applause ripples across the square. What for? St George's Day, you racist pillocks. You should have been here in Leeds on April 23rd, 2003, and had a party with us, instead of stirring up hate-ridden shite on your computers.

IMAGINE (if you've got anything but a communication gap between your ears) - all the pomp and splendour of municipal gold chains, knights in armour, war horses, recitations from Shakespeare, magnificent swords, the lot, and all to the strains of a superb party, where we all celebrate in joy the whole mad mixture of what England IS today.

And when you of little brain would have fallen over apoplectic - I would personally, with pleasure, have wheeled you across the square to Leeds General Infirmary. It overlooks the party - staff and patients lined up at the windows, watching and joining in.

And there you, our "delightful little trolls", would have got care to the highest professional standard, in the friendliest manner, from all the staff.

Oblivious to being underpaid and under-valued. Oblivious to the incompetent management they have to cope with (from the suits behind desks, some big-bellied, some gym-club fit, but all white men - there is absolutely no connection of course). And most of all, oblivious to whether you, our apoplectic patient, are a racist troll or not.

Get a life, pillocks - or apoplexy! (And don't ask me which I'd like you to get!)


A Loiner (by adoption! - and proud of it)



PS May I respectfully suggest, if you wish to be taken seriously in your quest to defend "English culture", that you take some lessons in the basic spelling of the English language.

I know it will take a bit of effort, and might well strain both your brain cells, especially when they have to work TOGETHER. But it might just add a bit of credibility to the fatuously empty game you are playing.

Go on - crawl back under your mossy stone and CONCENTRATE.

beffudled = BEFUDDLED
pillary = PILLORY (and the idiom is wrong anyway)
late might = LATE NIGHT
posioning = POISONING
etc

PLEASE - do not wash your hands while you are learning the spelling! DO NOT ON ANY ACCOUNT ATTEMPT TO DO OR THINK TWO THINGS AT THE SAME TIME! PLEASE - THIS IS AN URGENT REQUEST! DO NOT TRY IT - FOR THE SAKE OF YOUR OWN (?)SANITY(?). (Snicker!)




PPS Personally, I'd prefer you to choose a mossy stone in present-day eastern Turkey, or the western steppes of Russia. Believe it or not, that's where you come from, you ignorant pillock - before you set off on the migrations and invasions which colonised Europe and India. A thief is always more protective about his ill-gotten gains than the honest man or woman!

Sadly, I suspect that if you were to present yourself as a refugee/asylum seeker there, you might receive a warmer welcome than the so-called "English" such as you offer. You are a disgrace to the nation you purport to represent.