The south east of this country is just too crowded. Send them home, I say!

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

The Jockanesers, Micks and northerners. Send them all back. Then there will be space for more decent, hard-working, well-mannered eastern Europeans, who appear to me far less likely to claim benefits and beat their wives.

[the splendor of antigone]

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

everyone's happy.

[The JBear]

[the splendor of antigone]

I say we plant a ****load of trees and make the entire f**king thing into a giant woodlands, effectively establishing a place for 18-year-old hipsters and anarchists to spend a gap-year ostensibly trying to reclaim some kind of transcendental authenticity ala Henry David Thoreau, outside the inexorable demands and crippling imperative to 'enjoy!' in our oppressive late-capitalist alienated existences.

Here's the trick though: unbeknowst to them the young'uns will be participating in a subversive reality TV-programme within which sadists and perverts have been selected and will have free reign in this region to explore the disavowed 'Nebenmensch' that is so repressed in our post-liberal hell-holes, torturing, raping, defecating on these unsullied, pretensious pathological narcissists for the 'entertainment' of the masses. It will work like canned laughter on television, a cathartic anaesthetizing of the revolutionary potential of the grey masses.

[Snin]

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

You haven't thought this through, have you?

[Snin]

itsl iek germany how the germans like it .. i.e no furriners and women with big milkers in milking outfits

[the splendor of antigone]

You're the one who started this migration-nightmare!

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

The purveyors of toothsome pork products should be allowed to remain.

[the splendor of antigone]

Can they even be called Germans in that case?

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

Christ knows what they do to their pigs, but their porky goodness is leagues beneath the offerings of the good burghers of Bavaria and Prussia.

No, I'm afraid the whole thing is now a non-starter and you, my less than splendid young lady, have ruined everything.

I hope you're proud of what you've done. I'm now off to vote UKIP ad it's YOUR fault.

[Ashberto]

[the splendor of antigone]

[barrybueno]

[the splendor of antigone]

to modd :bow: :bow: :bow: :bow: :bow:

But remember barrybueno, when there is love between the two of us, that is exactly when modd's presence is manifest.

modd was impotent, it's not about 'wait a little while and modd will return and restore awimb equilibrium', but exactly the obverse: it isn't about us trusting modd to return, but modd TRUSTING US. We will decide modd's fate retroactively; when there is love between the different factions of the Arsenal community that is when the sacrifice of modd transcends us and his will is carried out.

[the splendor of antigone]

The 'to modd' was not supposed to appear as if it was connected to the title header sentence, but an outcry of veneration in relation to his great glory