A Short Thought On National Citizen Service
Anyone wanting to turn my boy into a coolie will get my stick shoved down their throat horizontally.
And anyone wanting to put a gun in his hand, this sort of shite's inevitable next step, will have to put one to my head first. Don't like being direct about these things, but that's the way it is.
Thank you, Prime Minister. You might just have given me that perfect excuse I've been looking for - to emigrate to Donegal.
Doesn't he look like a bloody Dalek in that picture?
Labels: Minds On Fire And Hearts Of Ice
posted by Martin at
11:48 pm
4 Comments:
My thoughts exactly! Although my boys are now too old to join up.
I have visions of working class youth decked out in matching blue boiler suits marching in step in single file, picks and shovels over their shoulders, going to do their 'bit', moat cleaning and the like.
And of course undercutting the minimum wage along the way.
Thanks, Chris.
My friend--you need an excuse to go to Donegal?
Martin,
Of course one never needs an excuse to go - it's the excuse not to come back that's thus far been lacking.
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