Lest we forget

My Grandad fought and survived The Battle of The Somme. My Dad survived the Atlantic of WWii and unfortunately his brother didn't.

So why is it that I had to manhandle two scrotes who were taking great delight in kicking the poppies and crosses around at the war memorial in Newcastle, whilst the rest of the mindless masses walked by and did nothing.

Is this the kind of society they fought to preserve?

I feel they will all be turning in their graves.


For anyone interested I've back blipped the weekends frivolities here.