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When I was a child Jimmy Savile was celebrated for being utterly altruistic, a benevolent maker of children's dreams coming true, as well as being a friend of the royals and politicians of the day. Little did we know of his real role as a fixer, the little rapscallion.
He was never celebrated. I don’t think many ever saw him as any more than a creepy oddball.
The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.
The point is though where do you stop? Let's rip up all our history, Oh yeah and when we are finished with that let's start with the other races history and go through it with a fine tooth comb, to smash the fck out of it, it would be even better if we move to their country and do it.
Yeah where is the line? Cromwell was a very naughty boy indeed. Gandhi was undoubtedly racist, in his younger days at least. Morcambe and wise probably made some jokes that would be offensive now. Yank their statue down too. Didn’t Freddie Mercury body shame women with big bums? Off with his statue too.
The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.
Farage on gmtv saying what happened in Bristol was like the Taliban destroying things in Afghanistan
Hope there is a statue of him one day
Showing future generations who ruined this country
It’s a fair analogy, the destruction of historical monuments for an ideological purpose carried out with almost religious fervour. It is horrendous behaviour regardless of what a scumbag the Bristol bloke was in real life.
The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.
Statues are going to become very much a thing of the past at this rate. Whilst I am in complete agreement with the sentiments about these historical figures I am somewhat uncomfortable with judging people from long ago by 21st Century values.
Lisa and I have got our work cut out, I do have ropes and am used to felling trees. But tearing all the pages out of every book is going to be a bugger.
Yet we have posters to this day authoritatively quoting Napoleon (hi Prof)
In fact I imagine most male heroes were grossly sexist back in the day
And all those children up chimneys- let’s get Victoria off her plinth
Then there were the people who were the ones that already kept slaves and actually sold their own country people to the foreign slave traders. How are the African demos going?
It’s a fair analogy, the destruction of historical monuments for an ideological purpose carried out with almost religious fervour. It is horrendous behaviour regardless of what a scumbag the Bristol bloke was in real life.
I'm not bothered about the colson statue either way
Comparing those people in Bristol to the Taliban just seems extreme to me
Yeah where is the line? Cromwell was a very naughty boy indeed. Gandhi was undoubtedly racist, in his younger days at least. Morcambe and wise probably made some jokes that would be offensive now. Yank their statue down too. Didn’t Freddie Mercury body shame women with big bums? Off with his statue too.
The statue of Morecambe and Wise has been punished enough. It's in Morecambe for a start. If that ain't bad enough it faces a men's public bog with so many Glory Holes I thought there'd been a gun battle in there.
Lisa and I have got our work cut out, I do have ropes and am used to felling trees. But tearing all the pages out of every book is going to be a bugger.
Yet we have posters to this day authoritatively quoting Napoleon (hi Prof)
In fact I imagine most male heroes were grossly sexist back in the day
And all those children up chimneys- let’s get Victoria off her plinth
Then there were the people who were the ones that already kept slaves and actually sold their own country people to the foreign slave traders. How are the African demos going?
I wonder what attitudes and views that we hold today will be considered offensive in a couple of hundred years. I don’t mean extremists, I mean generally held, currently acceptable opinions and practices.
Planet Swans Prediction League Winner Season 2013-14. Runner up 2014_15.
I hear that Washington county Durham will now have to be renamed as George Washington was a slave owner. They will also have to blow up part of mount Rushmore as his face is carved into the rock. Wonder if the will also rename Washington DC and Washington state as well as the Washington monument.
Blackpool will also have to be renamed as is was much loved in Victorian times by holiday going white people.
Lisa and I have got our work cut out, I do have ropes and am used to felling trees. But tearing all the pages out of every book is going to be a bugger.
Yet we have posters to this day authoritatively quoting Napoleon (hi Prof)
In fact I imagine most male heroes were grossly sexist back in the day
And all those children up chimneys- let’s get Victoria off her plinth
Then there were the people who were the ones that already kept slaves and actually sold their own country people to the foreign slave traders. How are the African demos going?
I hear that Washington county Durham will now have to be renamed as George Washington was a slave owner. They will also have to blow up part of mount Rushmore as his face is carved into the rock. Wonder if the will also rename Washington DC and Washington state as well as the Washington monument.
Blackpool will also have to be renamed as is was much loved in Victorian times by holiday going white people.
Now then, now then, Blackpool, one step too far.
I wonder if those that pulled down the statue in Bristol, see the irony, that it is they that are reaping the benefits of the slave trade, by living there, statue or not.
One young lady saw it, very conflicted as her school was built by Colston (not literally I presume).
Some may even be descendants of the Africans that sold the slaves to the traders.
Life and history complex things, but it is there to be learned from, not esponged or glorified nor rewritten. But a document of its time.
I wonder if those that pulled down the statue in Bristol, see the irony, that it is they that are reaping the benefits of the slave trade, by living there, statue or not.
One young lady saw it, very conflicted as her school was built by Colston (not literally I presume).
Some may even be descendants of the Africans that sold the slaves to the traders.
Life and history complex things, but it is there to be learned from, not esponged or glorified nor rewritten. But a document of its time.
The people who want to remove the statue want the history to be known. Its the local tory councillors who want to deny people knowing the history.
I’d call it more re-evaluation than revisionism. I’d never heard of the bloke before but according to that Western Mail article he “...executed dozens of slaves as governor of the island and notoriously authorised the torture of a 14-year-old girl.”
I don’t understand why Thomas Picton isn’t a household name in Wales? I could talk about him for hours but I’ll just narrow it down to one action, his last in a swashbuckling life. One brief window in time when the future of Europe and the fate of these Islands hung in the balance.
Picture this: It’s 13:30 on the afternoon of the 18th June 1815 and a blazing sun is beating down on the exhausted, badly outnumbered troops at La Haye Sainte, the centre of Wellington’s overstretched line. Blucher’s whereabouts are unknown and Napoleon sensing his moment has arrived sends in d’Erlon’s elite 1st Army Corps to smash a path through to Brussels. On they come, column after column gaining momentum with every drumbeat.
The line buckles but doesn’t break. More flags and Imperial Eagles now begin to surmount the ridge. Napoleon watches on pacing back and forth, hands clasped behind his back, demanding of his staff “where’s Picton? Where’s Picton?” Such was the fearsome reputation he had garnered on the Peninsula that even the Emperor himself was anxious as to where the hammer would fall.
Suddenly there he was leading a desperate bayonet charge at the head of the old 32nd that smashed into d’Erlon’s flank with such ferocity the attack stalled then amid the carnage dissolved in disarray. The scene of his greatest triumph was also his last. Picton fell shot through the temple. His determination was such that he had kept secret the fact that he had been shot through the stomach and ribs the night before at Quatre Bras, he had his wounds bound tight and endured excruciating pain that he could be on the stage for the final act.
A hero boys and girls without question.
An idea isn't responsible for those who believe in it.
He didn’t get a chance you left a message in the bogs and ran like fućk.
Don't you fcking start, at least I can run. I wasn't referring to dgts loss of face and lies I was referring to a recent comment he agreed with, but then I don't drink so I remember quite a lot. But it's no big deal, I think yiur both a pair of cnts 😉
I don’t understand why Thomas Picton isn’t a household name in Wales? I could talk about him for hours but I’ll just narrow it down to one action, his last in a swashbuckling life. One brief window in time when the future of Europe and the fate of these Islands hung in the balance.
Picture this: It’s 13:30 on the afternoon of the 18th June 1815 and a blazing sun is beating down on the exhausted, badly outnumbered troops at La Haye Sainte, the centre of Wellington’s overstretched line. Blucher’s whereabouts are unknown and Napoleon sensing his moment has arrived sends in d’Erlon’s elite 1st Army Corps to smash a path through to Brussels. On they come, column after column gaining momentum with every drumbeat.
The line buckles but doesn’t break. More flags and Imperial Eagles now begin to surmount the ridge. Napoleon watches on pacing back and forth, hands clasped behind his back, demanding of his staff “where’s Picton? Where’s Picton?” Such was the fearsome reputation he had garnered on the Peninsula that even the Emperor himself was anxious as to where the hammer would fall.
Suddenly there he was leading a desperate bayonet charge at the head of the old 32nd that smashed into d’Erlon’s flank with such ferocity the attack stalled then amid the carnage dissolved in disarray. The scene of his greatest triumph was also his last. Picton fell shot through the temple. His determination was such that he had kept secret the fact that he had been shot through the stomach and ribs the night before at Quatre Bras, he had his wounds bound tight and endured excruciating pain that he could be on the stage for the final act.
A hero boys and girls without question.
Picton, fighting against a man who believed women should be slaves. I was taught he was a hero, nothing has changed.
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