7 Jun 2021

And Then, Where’s Ours...

   Why haven’t we got a chap like this up at the top over here? A chap like wot? Why, this chap below. Listen to wot he’s brave enough to say or, if you don’t understand Netherlandish, read along.
   It’s one of they Twatter thingies and I haven’t a scooby how to embederate the bit but doing the clicky on
this blue bitty should get you to the relevant place. Go ahead, it’s not a long piece.
   And another bit and I do hope there are more folk out there like this fellow than the media would have us believe. They never get to be interviewed by ‘roaming TV crews’ do they? Foggy Warning: No punctuation to upset you but he do like naughty language. Okay? Click me then.
   As someone once said, it wasn’t me by-the-by: “All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident."

Quote;  William Cullen Bryant.

“Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.”

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