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Originally Posted by Sethomas
I don't get that "more loyalty to Islam than England". Thomas Becket and Thomas More were both killed for having more loyalty to Catholicism than England. I guess maybe you wouldn't care about them since they worship the pope, which isn't too far off from worshipping the moon god. Are you just envious because the Church of England started off as a joke, and hasn't seen much improvement in the past five centuries? Maybe you can't relate to loyalty to Anglicanism as something palpable or worthwhile, but faith to one's deity should ALWAYS take precidence over his nationalism.
It's authors like Rudyard Kipling that make white trash wish they could read.
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Well you seem well educated, Sethomas, but you obviously haven't read much old literature if you think Kipling is specially racist. It only seems racist now because attitudes to race have changed so much, and it's such a taboo subject now.
The problem with Muslims is they are anti-Western and in any conflict in the World they support the Muslim country over any Western one. That includes the country they're living in, England. Surely you don't think it's right that they should want British soldiers to be killed and that many of them actually go to Muslim countries to fight their own countrymen?
Here's another one, it's language and attitude is un-pc but it's actually praising the fuzzy-wuzzies for their bravery.
Fuzzy-Wuzzy
We've fought with many men acrost the seas,
An' some of 'em was brave an' some was not:
The Paythan an' the Zulu an' Burmese;
But the Fuzzy was the finest o' the lot.
We never got a ha'porth's change of 'im:
'E squatted in the scrub an' 'ocked our 'orses,
'E cut our sentries up at Suakim,
An' 'e played the cat an' banjo with our forces.
So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Soudan;
You're a pore benighted 'eathen but a first-class fightin' man;
We gives you your certificate, an' if you want it signed
We'll come an' 'ave a romp with you whenever you're inclined.
We took our chanst among the Khyber 'ills,
The Boers knocked us silly at a mile,
The Burman give us Irriwaddy chills,
An' a Zulu impi dished us up in style:
But all we ever got from such as they
Was pop to what the Fuzzy made us swaller;
We 'eld our bloomin' own, the papers say,
But man for man the Fuzzy knocked us 'oller.
Then 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, an' the missis and the kid;
Our orders was to break you, an' of course we went an' did.
We sloshed you with Martinis, an' it wasn't 'ardly fair;
But for all the odds agin' you, Fuzzy-Wuz, you broke the square.
'E 'asn't got no papers of 'is own,
'E 'asn't got no medals nor rewards,
So we must certify the skill 'e's shown
In usin' of 'is long two-'anded swords:
When 'e's 'oppin' in an' out among the bush
With 'is coffin-'eaded shield an' shovel-spear,
An 'appy day with Fuzzy on the rush
Will last an 'ealthy Tommy for a year.
So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, an' your friends which are no more,
If we 'adn't lost some messmates we would 'elp you to deplore.
But give an' take's the gospel, an' we'll call the bargain fair,
For if you 'ave lost more than us, you crumpled up the square!
'E rushes at the smoke when we let drive,
An', before we know, 'e's 'ackin' at our 'ead;
'E's all 'ot sand an' ginger when alive,
An' 'e's generally shammin' when 'e's dead.
'E's a daisy, 'e's a ducky, 'e's a lamb!
'E's a injia-rubber idiot on the spree,
'E's the on'y thing that doesn't give a damn
For a Regiment o' British Infantree!
So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Soudan;
You're a pore benighted 'eathen but a first-class fightin' man;
An' 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, with your 'ayrick 'ead of 'air --
You big black boundin' beggar -- for you broke a British square!
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