I used to be a liberal
Then I got some sense
When I saw Somalis
Jump that Cuerta fence.
Lock up all your daughter's
Lock your sons up too
It isn't clear to me
What those guys won't do.
They don't look much like doctors
Nor much like engineers
They look exactly like
The stuff a father fears
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Used to be conservative until my daughters were wed then went rogue a liberal rebel saw the erros of my ways became an anarchist till I saw it didn't work so now just an old cynic a political atheist.
I'm just some guy who's been around too long and seen too much.
Some beautiful, some ugly.
I'm mixed race by the way, like a United nations in one DNA cocktail mix. Makes you healthy apparently, though uncertain where your loyalties lie.
I keep mine with my family and friends, whatever their DNA.
So fellow cynic, let's enjoy the sun while it shines, can't be cynical about sunshine.
😎
Good to hear it I'm Heinz 57 myself and Norwegian, Swedish, Irish, English, Swiss, French and God only knows what else. Let it shine
Scottish, Irish, English, italian, German, Norwegian, Indian....and a pinch of Welsh, Dutch, and African for flavour.
Jeez. My family got about!
Mongrel s of the world unite!
The I'll join hands with ya comrade
Nicely said
I understand what you're saying. But we have a Weak Government. One empty suit replaced another. Eunuchs all.
Agree. Weak men make hard times. Traitors!
Judgements made in situations which might affect me directly feel perfectly valid. Judgements in any other direction I would have to examine. Neat clear write though without ambiguity.
Just a father's gut reaction. Glasgow is already full of migrants. They hang around in groups in the city centre. More than any other city in the UK.
I no longer let my teenagers go into town without me, even during the day.
Got you. Understood.
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