oh sorry...

    great movie review...

   paul-keel paul-kee,

another day
  in a never-ending
tomorrow,

  i must be either assimilant
or neither of the proper sense,
being lied to,
  told: you threw a pint
glass across the pub floor...
****** pub mind you...

  fowever much i find i find
your daughters fascinating,
i hope they end up
like your daughters of rotherham,
you pigs you
            bulldogs of slobbering
conscience...
   not fit for either the army
or the police force!

             i leave you with only
one, only one ultimatum:
              you have no excuses!
        degenarates! ****** fascists!
stop imitating arabs and *******
your cousins!
one ultimatum!
   only one ultimatum!
                  you have no excuses!
and that's the ultimatum!

you better do likewise akin to
the picts,
  start deep-frying mars candy bars,
and pretending to look ugly...
to ward off those who might
bite into a 'aggis neeps & tatties
for a better worth of a christian
trinity!

           send an irishman with a sentence
of heritage to scotland
to learn of the celt... and the gaelic!
         send the scoot
to reeshland...
                      and tell him the same fabble
of the gael!
then tire, of tomorrow.
  
and those pompous **** ways  
of the english...
   their pretentiousness
and their manners,
          and their good-attempting-tough
pair of shoes...
        no, these *******
were no match in their
angevin days...
            overcome by one sickly
augustus...
                  christened philip...
              
  let's agree, at least their daughters
are becoming bilingual,
in the most unsophisticated way...
     but who am i to avenge?
     well, not me,
   apparently i threw a pint glass
across the pub floor...
  apparently i was the invader!
   sometimes invading a place
can be the most passive act of self-assertion...

question the irish, question the picts,
question the longbowmen
that the welsh are...
              and then ask:
    are you sure you have a daughter,
and not mere alimony?
oh, that's right... a pakistani go-free card,
well, who could blame you for your
grand-grand-grandfather's colonial past...
who could blame you!?
   who could blame you
like you blame the neo-fascists for
the holocaust?!

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