A few points I’d like to make. Already thought this way before the event of cowardice on Monday. And I don’t want a discussion about it. As I have said in a previous post, I write, you read.
The Koran is based on the Old Testament. As is the Tora. All written by scribes employed by the wealthy. To control the masses. Pattern emerging…
I really want the ‘news’ providers to stop playing clips from Monday. Everytime I hear that shithouse press his button, I hear the screams of last minutes. Lost last minutes of people who have a baring on my life and the ones I hold dear and love intensely. It must be fucking annoying beyond belief for those closer to. Stop it.
Manchester United. To be honest, and I can’t actually be anything else, it doesn’t matter if they sang a song in the dressing room which didn’t ‘fit’ the sombre mood of its hometown. It matters that they won. For them. For their millions of fans around the world. Sure, whoever instigated the song should get a kicking and some abuse next season, but I have seen mates comment on it like it’s the worst thing that’s happened this week. It really fucking isn’t. Trust me on this one. I really am not arsed what MUFC do as long as it helps MCFC out in any way in the competitions we appear together in. And to re appropriate a Scottish Scouse legend:
‘Football. Life and death? It isn’t as important as that…’
I have already complained through the relevant channels and will continue to. It might not make a difference in the long run but I’m not prepared to sit on my already flat hands and not do anything. Complain. Make yourself heard. By any means possible. It’s in us all. Create. Produce. Help. And most of all, fucking love. Wherever you think this world is going, show someone you love them, before you reach the destination on your own.