.... they shoot horses don't they.....
Had four numbers in the lottery, yeah £66, Vegas here I come.
Apart from money to "good' causes, I don't know why I do the
Lottery, you can't win it twice, can you?
I was born English and white. Now if you have the stomach for
it, go look at news-clips of children in other parts of the world,
( you know where) then convince me that I didn't win the Lottery
the day I was born. I'm descended from Irish immigrants,and I'm
told, if you go back a few centuries my family were Irish tinkers,
following Cromwell's army around mending their pots and pans.
Now there's a bloodline to die for.
It follows that my children are English. My youngest daughter
now lives in Gimhae, South Korea. Apart from getting a few bits of
paper stamped, she had no trouble getting there, and was welcomed
with warm smiles and generous hearts. I don't know all the reasons
for her leaving the U.K., but I'm sure a contributory fact was the death
of her close friend Jamie., a young man of twenty one years, who was
serving with the British Army when he lost his life in Helmand
Province,protecting us and, the Afghan people.
Afghanistan, watched a program documenting young Afghan
families fleeing from the Taliban, fleeing from the land where Jamie
had died. Their journey involved traveling through Turkey, then
sailing across the Aegean sea in tiny inflatable 'boats'. Many are
drowned and don't make the crossing, those that do are herded into
buildings, so awful, you wouldn't let a dog live there, let alone
humans. I don't know the numbers, but I'm sure a few complete their
journey to their 'promised' lands of France, Germany and the U.K.
where of course, as they arrive, clutching their precious bits of paper,
appropriately stamped, they are welcomed with warm smiles and,
generous hearts......
.......... aren't they ?
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