Fucking bastard army twat face

Thought I had got rid of the bastard. Well I had for about three weeks after telling him to Fuck Off and leave me alone. But it seems he is back. The usual chat about the Army, about how I am a coward and not a man, for not joining up. Well fuck you dick face. I am a Quaker first and foremost which means I refute all conflict, I am therefore a conscientious objector in the face of war. I never had any interest in guns, tanks or planes when growing up and made sure I didn’t get involved in any fights as a lad. Not because I was too scared to get hurt, but because of what my Mum would have said about it and also because I instinctively knew that non violent reaction is the best way to solve conflict. I spent a year in Army cadets because it was obligatory at my school, I hated pretty much all of it and left as soon as I could to serve my community in other ways. I didn’t believe we should be going to war in Iraq in the first place so why would I sign my life away in the name of killing most probably innocent civilians in some foreign field? I saw through The Old Lie, Dulce et ducorem est, pro patria mori. Not for me. I’m a lover not a fighter. There was plenty of chance to be brave on the rugby and football fields, taking my dignity in hand by performing music in front of hundreds of people, or standing up for the rights of my fellow students as a services officer.

Not to mention the fact that if I had gone into the Army, you wouldn’t have the Internet as it is today, or wind power, or mobile phones, or digital TV or radio, or any of my other inventions / developments. These needed a free and easy flowing mind to create, not one who is forced to obey orders.

He is just sore about Brexit and the fact that his gammon faced agenda is being shown up for the racist nonsense that it is. One million people marched in London this week for putting the Brexit vote to a second referendum. One million. Meanwhile Nigel Farage’s Brexit Betrayal march garnered about 150 participants.

Anyway as a consequence of arguing with Jim over my midnight salmon and rice, I have spewed rice everywhere including up my nose. The fucker. He claims to be “deeper” than me. The only deep thing about him is the shit he is in come Judgement Day. Wanker.

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