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Tuesday 2 May 2017

Insult to Injury




Ok, the Nationality Amnesty is off, it didn't last long and all because I made the cardinal sin of opening the Western Mail. They, the British Establishment are going to build a 20m sculpture of a dragon on top of.......yes you guessed it....Her Majesty's Revenue & Customs Office. The Westminster Government's bovver boys who have been hounding me for over a year to give £5,440 of Working Tax Credits back. They are going to build the Welsh National emblem on top of her Majesty's Tax Office. Oh yee serfs and peasants of Wales, kneel down before her Majesty's dragon before you do the Principality dance. Men without hats my'n uffarn ni. They can't even crowdfund a dragon for Chirk but the Tax Man can run up a tasty little fire breather to keep a check on his obedient little tax payers down below in Central Square. This square mile of Britishness is a sinister joke because people coming into Cardiff Central Station will still be under the misguided notion that they are still in the United Kingdom when they see the huge BBC building, the Prince of Wales feathers of the W.R.U and the Principality stadium! WTF? Are they, our overlords going to have large illuminous, neon letters H.M.R.C running through from it's head to tail, flashing all night to remind the drunks of St Mary's Street how much tax they've paid on the booze that they have consumed. 
When I was in Australia in 2001 I passed through Byron Bay on my way up the coast on a coach trip and there standing on a plinth was a real live indigenous aboriginal with a headdress that you would associate more with North American Indians. Buffalo Horns, the works. I asked somebody in a coffee shop afterwards about him and they said "Oh he's waiting for the Seventh Wave, the Aboriginal peoples believe that a Seventh Wave will come and sweep the white man off the land and return Australia to its native peoples"
Well butties bach, indeed to goodness look yew, if this nonsense carries on, you might see this Ffrinj Nuttar standing on a plinth in Scwar Ganolog, Caerdydd waving an inflatable F*****g Shark in the Air. I'm off to Cardiff Central Police Station to get my Welshness back.      

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