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Its the same people who ran the Empire. You understand very little about Britain.Here is something a bit more recent. Thatcher allowed this paedo to keep his title. A real pillar of the establishment, both of them.
Margaret Thatcher warned of paedophile scandal, secret documents reveal
That has nothing to do with the British Empire. That was ended long before Thatcher was in charge.
Indeed, the only reason to post it is if this is NOT a historical discussion, but is a political attack on British heritage, as I said it was.
It is a damn shame I can't rank my own post as Winner of the Thread. Because I just won this thread.
There you go honeyHere is something a bit more recent. Thatcher allowed this paedo to keep his title. A real pillar of the establishment, both of them.
Margaret Thatcher warned of paedophile scandal, secret documents reveal
That has nothing to do with the British Empire. That was ended long before Thatcher was in charge.
Indeed, the only reason to post it is if this is NOT a historical discussion, but is a political attack on British heritage, as I said it was.
It is a damn shame I can't rank my own post as Winner of the Thread. Because I just won this thread.
All I can say that Tommy is a very bitter and angry individual. He find happiness in his own misery. I really do not have any stake in his mumbling since I am not a Limey nor Kenyan or Indian. I just cannot understand this trend nowadays to dig up the past and hang the descendants of previous generations of whatever someone deems to be "unethical, cruel, barbaric, etc.." deed. It is a moronic worldwide phenomenon and I am sure it is a concerted effort.There you go honey
And all trolling Tommy, the Welsh pit pony, has done since he got here is lie about and trash the Brits. He's not an example of a typical Brit, but perhaps is a typical boyo, with all that bitterness and hatred
When the U.S. is attacked for some social impropriety or the U.S. Military is disrespected by an international poster I am ready to respond but I don't think this forum should sponsor something called a "British shame thread".
When the U.S. is attacked for some social impropriety or the U.S. Military is disrespected by an international poster I am ready to respond but I don't think this forum should sponsor something called a "British shame thread".
On Australia Day, Google is giving the country a reminder of its dark history
The actions of the British Empire brought shame on Britain.
I am sure that you can find other examples.
The biggest shame is what you, personally, have become.On Australia Day, Google is giving the country a reminder of its dark history
The actions of the British Empire brought shame on Britain.
I am sure that you can find other examples.
On Australia Day, Google is giving the country a reminder of its dark history
The actions of the British Empire brought shame on Britain.
I am sure that you can find other examples.
The actions of the British Empire brought shame on Britain.
I am sure that you can find other examples.
The bards of Wales (English)
Edward the King, the English King,
Rode on a dapple grey charger
‘I wish to know the worth’, said he,
‘of my Welsh lands over the border.
Is the grass rich for sheep and ox,
Are the soil and rivers good?
And are my provinces watered well
By rebel patriots’ blood?
And what of the people, the wretched people
Do they seem a contented folk?
Are they as docile, since I subdued them,
As their oxen in their yoke?’
‘Your Majesty Wales is the fairest jewel
You have in all your crown,
River and field and valley and hill
Are the best you may come upon.
And as for the people, the wretched people,
They live so happily, Sir,
Like so many graves their hamlets stand
And none there even stir.’
Edward the King, the English King,
Rode on a dapple grey charger,
Around him silence which way he want
In his Welsh lands over the border.
Montgomery the castle’s name,
Where he that night remained,
The castle’s lord, Montgomery,
His monarch entertained.
There was fish and flesh and whatever else
To sight and taste seemed good,
A rowdy throng, a hundred strong,
Bore in the heavy load.
All kinds were there, that isle could bear
Of meat and drink, with these
was bubbling wine that sparkling shone,
Carried from distant seas.
‘Ye Lords! ye lords! will no one here
His wine glass with me clink?
Ye lords! ye lords! ye rude Welsh curs,
Will none the King’s health drink?
There is fish and flesh and whatever else
To sight and taste seem best,
- That I can see, but the devil I know
Dwells in each noble’s breast.
Ye lords! ye lords! ye vile Welsh curs,
Come greet your Edward;
Where is the man to sing my deeds
A Welshman and a bard?’
Each night upon the other looked
Of the guests assembled there;
Upon their cheeks a furious rage
Paled to a ghastly fear.
And strangled breath from lips like death
Was all that could be heard;
When, like a white defenceless dove
Arose an ancient bard.
‘Here there is one to tell thy deeds,’
Chanted the ancient seer;
‘The clash of battle, the hoarse death rattle,
The plucked strings made them hear.
The clash of battle, the hoarse death rattle,
On blood the sun setting;
The stench that drew night - prowling beasts.
You did all this, O King!
Ten thousand of our people slain,
The rest are gathering
The corpses heaped like harvest stocks –
You did all this, O King!’
‘Off to the stake! this song’s too harsh’.
Ordered King Edward.
‘Come, let us have a gentler tune’
Forth stepped a young Welsh bard.
‘Soft breezes sigh in the evening sky,
O’er Milford Haven blown;
Maids’ sobbing tears and widows’ prayers
Within those breezes moan.’
‘Don’t bear a race of slaves ye maids!
Mothers give such no more!’
The King spoke and the boy caught up
The old man sent before.
But though unasked, yet recklessly
Advanced, unmoved, a third
His lyre’s fierce song, like the Welsh bard strong,
And his word must be heard.
‘Our bravest fell on the battle field,
Listen O Edward -
To sing the praises of your name
There is not one Welsh bard!’
‘One memory sobs within my lyre,
Listen O Edward -
A curse on your brow every song you hear
From a Welshman and a bard!’
‘Enough of this! I orders give’
Answered the furious King,
‘To send to the stake all the bards of Wales
Who thus against me sing!’
His servants till their task was done
Their searching never ceased;
Thus grimly in Montgomery,
Ended that famous feast.
Edward the King, the English King,
Spurred his dapple grey charger.
On the skies around, stakes burning stand
In the Welsh lands over the border.
Five hundred went to a flaming grave,
And singing every bard.
Not one of them was found to cry
‘Long live King Edward!’
What murmur is this in the London streets?
What night song can this be?
‘I will have London’s Lord Mayor hanged
If any noise troubles me’.
Within, a fly’s wing must not move,
Outside all silence keep.
‘The man who speaks will lose his head
The monarch cannot sleep.’
‘No! Bring me the music of pipe and drum,
And the trumpet’s brazen roar,
For the curses I heard at the Welshman’s feast
Ascend to my ears once more!’
But above the music of pipe and drum
And the bugles’ strong refrain,
Loud cry those witnesses of blood,
Five hundred Welsh bards slain.
The actions of the British Empire brought shame on Britain.
I am sure that you can find other examples.
“The Bards of Wales” by the Hungarian poet Janós Arany (1817-1882).
History: Asked to write a poem of praise for the occasion of a visit to Budapest by Emperor Franz Joseph (only eight years after the Hapsburg empire crushed Hungary’s War of Independence), Arany chose to compose a ballad based on the ancient Welsh legend of how King Edward I of England had 500 Welsh bards executed for failing to sing his praises at a banquet in 1277. The message was unmistakable: the truth must be told, at whatever sacrifice.
"The composer, who will be conducting his own work, said: “I knew nothing about this poem 12 months ago. It’s written in Hungarian and all children in Hungary have to learn it at school...
... Mr Jenkins added: “I’ve been commissioned to set this in three languages – it is an English piece but there will be Welsh and Hungarian versions." Source: Tale of Welsh bards’ massacre taught to generations... in Hungary
KARL-posts (English)
The bards of Wales (English)
Edward the King, the English King,
Rode on a dapple grey charger
‘I wish to know the worth’, said he,
‘of my Welsh lands over the border.
Is the grass rich for sheep and ox,
Are the soil and rivers good?
And are my provinces watered well
By rebel patriots’ blood?
And what of the people, the wretched people
Do they seem a contented folk?
Are they as docile, since I subdued them,
As their oxen in their yoke?’
‘Your Majesty Wales is the fairest jewel
You have in all your crown,
River and field and valley and hill
Are the best you may come upon.
And as for the people, the wretched people,
They live so happily, Sir,
Like so many graves their hamlets stand
And none there even stir.’
Edward the King, the English King,
Rode on a dapple grey charger,
Around him silence which way he want
In his Welsh lands over the border.
Montgomery the castle’s name,
Where he that night remained,
The castle’s lord, Montgomery,
His monarch entertained.
There was fish and flesh and whatever else
To sight and taste seemed good,
A rowdy throng, a hundred strong,
Bore in the heavy load.
All kinds were there, that isle could bear
Of meat and drink, with these
was bubbling wine that sparkling shone,
Carried from distant seas.
‘Ye Lords! ye lords! will no one here
His wine glass with me clink?
Ye lords! ye lords! ye rude Welsh curs,
Will none the King’s health drink?
There is fish and flesh and whatever else
To sight and taste seem best,
- That I can see, but the devil I know
Dwells in each noble’s breast.
Ye lords! ye lords! ye vile Welsh curs,
Come greet your Edward;
Where is the man to sing my deeds
A Welshman and a bard?’
Each night upon the other looked
Of the guests assembled there;
Upon their cheeks a furious rage
Paled to a ghastly fear.
And strangled breath from lips like death
Was all that could be heard;
When, like a white defenceless dove
Arose an ancient bard.
‘Here there is one to tell thy deeds,’
Chanted the ancient seer;
‘The clash of battle, the hoarse death rattle,
The plucked strings made them hear.
The clash of battle, the hoarse death rattle,
On blood the sun setting;
The stench that drew night - prowling beasts.
You did all this, O King!
Ten thousand of our people slain,
The rest are gathering
The corpses heaped like harvest stocks –
You did all this, O King!’
‘Off to the stake! this song’s too harsh’.
Ordered King Edward.
‘Come, let us have a gentler tune’
Forth stepped a young Welsh bard.
‘Soft breezes sigh in the evening sky,
O’er Milford Haven blown;
Maids’ sobbing tears and widows’ prayers
Within those breezes moan.’
‘Don’t bear a race of slaves ye maids!
Mothers give such no more!’
The King spoke and the boy caught up
The old man sent before.
But though unasked, yet recklessly
Advanced, unmoved, a third
His lyre’s fierce song, like the Welsh bard strong,
And his word must be heard.
‘Our bravest fell on the battle field,
Listen O Edward -
To sing the praises of your name
There is not one Welsh bard!’
‘One memory sobs within my lyre,
Listen O Edward -
A curse on your brow every song you hear
From a Welshman and a bard!’
‘Enough of this! I orders give’
Answered the furious King,
‘To send to the stake all the bards of Wales
Who thus against me sing!’
His servants till their task was done
Their searching never ceased;
Thus grimly in Montgomery,
Ended that famous feast.
Edward the King, the English King,
Spurred his dapple grey charger.
On the skies around, stakes burning stand
In the Welsh lands over the border.
Five hundred went to a flaming grave,
And singing every bard.
Not one of them was found to cry
‘Long live King Edward!’
What murmur is this in the London streets?
What night song can this be?
‘I will have London’s Lord Mayor hanged
If any noise troubles me’.
Within, a fly’s wing must not move,
Outside all silence keep.
‘The man who speaks will lose his head
The monarch cannot sleep.’
‘No! Bring me the music of pipe and drum,
And the trumpet’s brazen roar,
For the curses I heard at the Welshman’s feast
Ascend to my ears once more!’
But above the music of pipe and drum
And the bugles’ strong refrain,
Loud cry those witnesses of blood,
Five hundred Welsh bards slain.
The actions of the British Empire brought shame on Britain.
I am sure that you can find other examples.
“The Bards of Wales” by the Hungarian poet Janós Arany (1817-1882).
History: Asked to write a poem of praise for the occasion of a visit to Budapest by Emperor Franz Joseph (only eight years after the Hapsburg empire crushed Hungary’s War of Independence), Arany chose to compose a ballad based on the ancient Welsh legend of how King Edward I of England had 500 Welsh bards executed for failing to sing his praises at a banquet in 1277. The message was unmistakable: the truth must be told, at whatever sacrifice.
"The composer, who will be conducting his own work, said: “I knew nothing about this poem 12 months ago. It’s written in Hungarian and all children in Hungary have to learn it at school...
... Mr Jenkins added: “I’ve been commissioned to set this in three languages – it is an English piece but there will be Welsh and Hungarian versions." Source: Tale of Welsh bards’ massacre taught to generations... in Hungary
KARL-posts (English)
The bards of Wales (English)
Edward the King, the English King,
Rode on a dapple grey charger
‘I wish to know the worth’, said he,
‘of my Welsh lands over the border.
Is the grass rich for sheep and ox,
Are the soil and rivers good?
And are my provinces watered well
By rebel patriots’ blood?
And what of the people, the wretched people
Do they seem a contented folk?
Are they as docile, since I subdued them,
As their oxen in their yoke?’
‘Your Majesty Wales is the fairest jewel
You have in all your crown,
River and field and valley and hill
Are the best you may come upon.
And as for the people, the wretched people,
They live so happily, Sir,
Like so many graves their hamlets stand
And none there even stir.’
Edward the King, the English King,
Rode on a dapple grey charger,
Around him silence which way he want
In his Welsh lands over the border.
Montgomery the castle’s name,
Where he that night remained,
The castle’s lord, Montgomery,
His monarch entertained.
There was fish and flesh and whatever else
To sight and taste seemed good,
A rowdy throng, a hundred strong,
Bore in the heavy load.
All kinds were there, that isle could bear
Of meat and drink, with these
was bubbling wine that sparkling shone,
Carried from distant seas.
‘Ye Lords! ye lords! will no one here
His wine glass with me clink?
Ye lords! ye lords! ye rude Welsh curs,
Will none the King’s health drink?
There is fish and flesh and whatever else
To sight and taste seem best,
- That I can see, but the devil I know
Dwells in each noble’s breast.
Ye lords! ye lords! ye vile Welsh curs,
Come greet your Edward;
Where is the man to sing my deeds
A Welshman and a bard?’
Each night upon the other looked
Of the guests assembled there;
Upon their cheeks a furious rage
Paled to a ghastly fear.
And strangled breath from lips like death
Was all that could be heard;
When, like a white defenceless dove
Arose an ancient bard.
‘Here there is one to tell thy deeds,’
Chanted the ancient seer;
‘The clash of battle, the hoarse death rattle,
The plucked strings made them hear.
The clash of battle, the hoarse death rattle,
On blood the sun setting;
The stench that drew night - prowling beasts.
You did all this, O King!
Ten thousand of our people slain,
The rest are gathering
The corpses heaped like harvest stocks –
You did all this, O King!’
‘Off to the stake! this song’s too harsh’.
Ordered King Edward.
‘Come, let us have a gentler tune’
Forth stepped a young Welsh bard.
‘Soft breezes sigh in the evening sky,
O’er Milford Haven blown;
Maids’ sobbing tears and widows’ prayers
Within those breezes moan.’
‘Don’t bear a race of slaves ye maids!
Mothers give such no more!’
The King spoke and the boy caught up
The old man sent before.
But though unasked, yet recklessly
Advanced, unmoved, a third
His lyre’s fierce song, like the Welsh bard strong,
And his word must be heard.
‘Our bravest fell on the battle field,
Listen O Edward -
To sing the praises of your name
There is not one Welsh bard!’
‘One memory sobs within my lyre,
Listen O Edward -
A curse on your brow every song you hear
From a Welshman and a bard!’
‘Enough of this! I orders give’
Answered the furious King,
‘To send to the stake all the bards of Wales
Who thus against me sing!’
His servants till their task was done
Their searching never ceased;
Thus grimly in Montgomery,
Ended that famous feast.
Edward the King, the English King,
Spurred his dapple grey charger.
On the skies around, stakes burning stand
In the Welsh lands over the border.
Five hundred went to a flaming grave,
And singing every bard.
Not one of them was found to cry
‘Long live King Edward!’
What murmur is this in the London streets?
What night song can this be?
‘I will have London’s Lord Mayor hanged
If any noise troubles me’.
Within, a fly’s wing must not move,
Outside all silence keep.
‘The man who speaks will lose his head
The monarch cannot sleep.’
‘No! Bring me the music of pipe and drum,
And the trumpet’s brazen roar,
For the curses I heard at the Welshman’s feast
Ascend to my ears once more!’
But above the music of pipe and drum
And the bugles’ strong refrain,
Loud cry those witnesses of blood,
Five hundred Welsh bards slain.
Oh my, the darling of the Right, Thatcher .. Disgusting.Here is something a bit more recent. Thatcher allowed this paedo to keep his title. A real pillar of the establishment, both of them.
Margaret Thatcher warned of paedophile scandal, secret documents reveal
Thatcher was quite welcoming of paedos. She was amoral I think the word is.Oh my, the darling of the Right, Thatcher .. Disgusting.Here is something a bit more recent. Thatcher allowed this paedo to keep his title. A real pillar of the establishment, both of them.
Margaret Thatcher warned of paedophile scandal, secret documents reveal
Thatcher was quite welcoming of paedos. She was amoral I think the word is.Oh my, the darling of the Right, Thatcher .. Disgusting.Here is something a bit more recent. Thatcher allowed this paedo to keep his title. A real pillar of the establishment, both of them.
Margaret Thatcher warned of paedophile scandal, secret documents reveal
The full extent of the shocking links between three senior Labour figures and a vile group that tried to legalise sex with children can be exposed today.
The trio held key roles in a human rights organisation that supported the notorious Paedophile Information Exchange.
Labour’s deputy leader Harriet Harman, her husband, home affairs spokesman Jack Dromey, and former health secretary Patricia Hewitt were all leading officials in the National Council for Civil Liberties.
Astonishingly this Left-wing group granted ‘affiliate’ status to PIE and built close links with it.
The group of predatory paedophiles was calling for the age of consent to be cut to just four.
Why is it ? Because other politicians were also involved ? I dont think paedophilia recognises political distinctions.Thatcher was quite welcoming of paedos. She was amoral I think the word is.Oh my, the darling of the Right, Thatcher .. Disgusting.Here is something a bit more recent. Thatcher allowed this paedo to keep his title. A real pillar of the establishment, both of them.
Margaret Thatcher warned of paedophile scandal, secret documents reveal
The full extent of the shocking links between three senior Labour figures and a vile group that tried to legalise sex with children can be exposed today.
The trio held key roles in a human rights organisation that supported the notorious Paedophile Information Exchange.
Labour’s deputy leader Harriet Harman, her husband, home affairs spokesman Jack Dromey, and former health secretary Patricia Hewitt were all leading officials in the National Council for Civil Liberties.
Astonishingly this Left-wing group granted ‘affiliate’ status to PIE and built close links with it.
The group of predatory paedophiles was calling for the age of consent to be cut to just four.
http://www.dailystormer.com/uk-3-senior-labour-politicians-linked-to-vile-pedophile-gang/
Your comment is nonsense of course.
Greg
Hey, when in Rome..Deny the British empire's crimes? No, we ignore them | George Monbiot
Spreading the love in Kenya.
Interrogation under torture was widespread. Many of the men were anally raped, using knives, broken bottles, rifle barrels, snakes and scorpions. A favourite technique was to hold a man upside down, his head in a bucket of water, while sand was rammed into his rectum with a stick. Women were gang-raped by the guards. People were mauled by dogs and electrocuted. The British devised a special tool which they used for first crushing and then ripping off testicles. They used pliers to mutilate women's breasts. They cut off inmates' ears and fingers and gouged out their eyes. They dragged people behind Land Rovers until their bodies disintegrated. Men were rolled up in barbed wire and kicked around the compound.
Even Guantanamo isnt quite that bad.
