>Queen reported to police for not wearing seatbelt, Civil and criminal proceedings cannot be taken against the Queen in UK law. bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-leeds-40359502
>Survivors of London's Grenfell Tower fire are to be rehomed in a luxury development in the heart of Kensington, the government has said. bbc.co.uk/news/uk-40357280
Pube is the woman. We think rightly might be gay. Steerpike is mostly likely just a piece of sentient farm equipment.
Kevin Young
I just wanted a nice relaxing night, but no. The big fat wobbly American with Common Core sensibilities has to come a shit it up with his emotionally charged razor blades.
I can't see tripcodes and names laddy, so everyone is anonymous.
Andrew Foster
Rightly So is definitely a quare. He was caught begging for cock on /soc/.
Anthony Hughes
Truly a better way to live.
Is there a way for us phoneplebs to do this?
Carson Wilson
LIES
Eli Wilson
Melanie Philips is telling it how it is. Fucking hell.
Brody Rogers
It's only because they secretly want you Rightly.
Liam Moore
I saw you. Asking to meet up with a load of poofs.
Liam Jenkins
Proof.
Ryder Martin
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Joshua Morgan
Actually. Yes. We should stand by Habeas Corpus. Come on. Present evidence to rightly can answer the charges against him or the case will be dismissed.
Now this is the cup the White Men drink When they go to right a wrong, And that is the cup of the old world's hate — Cruel and stained and strong. We have drunk that cup — and a bitter, bitter cup — And tossed the dregs away. But well for the world when the White Men drink To the dawn of the White Man's day!
Now this is the road that the White Men tread When they go to clean a land — Iron underfoot and levin overhead And the deep on either hand. We have trod that road — and a wet and windy road — Our chosen star for guide. Oh, well for the world when the White Men tread Their highway side by side!
Now, this is the faith that the White Men hold When they build their homes afar — "Freedom for ourselves and freedom for our sons And, failing freedom, War." We have proved our faith — bear witness to our faith, Dear souls of freemen slain! Oh, well for the world when the White Men join To prove their faith again!
Eli Torres
the caliphate truly is grand
Kevin Allen
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Ryder Cruz
O my people, what have I done unto thee.
Logan Butler
Clockwork Orange is on amazon prime right now for anyone interested.
Jose Williams
AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race, I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place. Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.
We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn: But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind, So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.
We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace, Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place, But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.
With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch, They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch; They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings; So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.
When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace. They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease. But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."
On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life (Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife) Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death."
Carter Johnson
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Lucas Lewis
In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all, By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul; But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die."
Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.
As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man There are only four things certain since Social Progress began. That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire, And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;
And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins, As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn, The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!
Angel Lopez
Goodnight lads. It's been fun. I wish you all well and do keep up the poetry.
Book recommending user I'm extremely grateful to you if you're still around.
Elijah Cox
>not having that film on DVD and blu ray already
Leo Perez
Usually I just download whatever I want but having it on stream direct on the telly is handy
You read the book? You ought to like it. Alex slips through a window to get into a house as well.
Jeremiah Torres
Damn this guy was plugged in, no wonder TPTB tried so hard to paint him as nothing but a joke, especially amongst youth demographics. Would have to have been a fly on the wall hearing him and Bowden get down to the brass tacks.
>also that angry jewess trying to shut it down
John Lopez
>browsing iplayer looking for something to watch >come across this bbc.co.uk/tv/bbcthree BBC three is pure cancer.
Benjamin Ramirez
And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England’s mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England’s pleasant pastures seen? And did the countenance divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here Among those dark satanic mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire! Bring me my spear: o clouds unfold! Bring me my chariots of fire! I will not cease from mental fight; Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand Till we have built Jerusalem In England’s green and pleasant land.
Parker Parker
Thanks for the book links last thread.
Austin Gray
It's like Vice but you have to pay for it.
Josiah Perry
>tf
Jayden Lopez
To be fair, that lower left one was fucked up. Also, I apparently look exactly like that emo prick.
Aiden Cook
Fucking great, wasn't it?
Angel Taylor
You're more than welcome mate. I'm just passing on what was passed to me by others.
Nolan Moore
Any cunt here read any TS Eliot that isn't the Hollow Men?
Michael Martin
Pass me the pop corn
Eli Scott
No, you're already too fat.
Isaiah Edwards
I thought The Waste Land was good, if depressing.
Eli Reyes
Rightly what about A Clockwork Griffin Orange, though? Only a Bosnian would ignore my question, and I do not believe that you are one of those.
Benjamin Jones
With usura hath no man a house of good stone each block cut smooth and well fitting that design might cover their face, with usura hath no man a painted paradise on his church wall harpes et luz or where virgin receiveth message and halo projects from incision, with usura seeth no man Gonzaga his heirs and his concubines no picture is made to endure nor to live with but it is made to sell and sell quickly with usura, sin against nature, is thy bread ever more of stale rags is thy bread dry as paper, with no mountain wheat, no strong flour with usura the line grows thick with usura is no clear demarcation and no man can find site for his dwelling. Stonecutter is kept from his tone weaver is kept from his loom WITH USURA wool comes not to market sheep bringeth no gain with usura Usura is a murrain, usura blunteth the needle in the maid’s hand and stoppeth the spinner’s cunning. Pietro Lombardo came not by usura Duccio came not by usura nor Pier della Francesca; Zuan Bellin’ not by usura nor was ‘La Calunnia’ painted. Came not by usura Angelico; came not Ambrogio Praedis, Came no church of cut stone signed: Adamo me fecit. Not by usura St. Trophime Not by usura Saint Hilaire, Usura rusteth the chisel It rusteth the craft and the craftsman It gnaweth the thread in the loom None learneth to weave gold in her pattern; Azure hath a canker by usura; cramoisi is unbroidered Emerald findeth no Memling Usura slayeth the child in the womb It stayeth the young man’s courting It hath brought palsey to bed, lyeth between the young bride and her bridegroom CONTRA NATURAM They have brought whores for Eleusis Corpses are set to banquet at behest of usura.
Xavier Anderson
Attention, this is a public service announcement
Austin Wood
What is everyone's opinion on We Need To Talk About Kevin?
Aaron Brown
Brilliant poem. He knew what was happening to this country back in 1922.
Asher Reyes
How I imagine you.
Daniel Bell
If I burnt my house down the government would laugh and spit on my Dad.
Juan Roberts
Little bit silly.
Also, no way he could kill all those people with a bow and arrow.
Mason Perry
Really excellent, yeah. Not heard anything from him in a while though.
One eye on the street, one eye on Pajeet.
I said cheers last thread but thanks again lad, really a superb archive that will keep me entertained for weeks.
Landon Turner
Sure he could if they all ran to one exit.
Landon Ward
A yw cael fucked yn y ass gan fenyw yn gwneud i chi yn hoyw?
Jordan Wood
yousoro sunny fag
Andrew Kelly
Yes he did.
Ian Bell
They would then realise the exit was locked from the outside (he locked everyone in, supposedly). Presumably they would then charge him, or they would once he had ran out of arrows.
