The whole furore over Wootton Bassett got on my nerves.
The right frequently bemoan this debate-stifling, authoritarian Stalinist regime we have; yet then attacked it for that Choudhary's group being allowed to protest until Alan Johnson caved in and summararily banned it.
And just WHY all the public grief. I'm not saying it's not regrettable that people are being killed, but, ultimately, whether they're doing the 'dirty work' of the government or not, they propably signed up after
the intervention in the Middle East.
The risks were obvious. Yet they don't join up to serve the country for goodness sake, a lot of the time they're just thugs who are capable of little else than running around killing people. That's why it's silly mourning them as if they're little puppies who have just been run over by a hummer driven by John Prescott.
The whole 'oh he was such a gentle, lovely giant' thing afterwards gets on my nerves too. Or 'he wasn't perfect', i.e. he was bit of an animal who loved picking fights with people in the street cus they insulted his respect innit.
Fucking hate them. Wish we kept them in Afghanistan. Nothing worse than the 'squaddies' (a term I find highly irritating; do we have to have this cheezy barrack room lingo find its way into modern parlance; and why try to humanise the bastards?) going out 'on the town'.
Then there's the ones who have killed and abused civilians. 'Oh they have a hard job; oh all Arabs are dodgy'...