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DaveB- that's different, obviously. We're allowed to go to Johnny Foreigner's place as much as we want, and even set up home there if we feel like it. It just doesn't work the other way. No, they have yet to explain why. But, like Oprah viewers, I'm calmly awaiting instructions (god bless The Onion).
It's great- within pages of each other, they have articles on the evils of immigration, and the wonders of emigration. Truly, it's an art unto itself.
Yeah, Jub, I do agree. It's the insidiousness that worries me- with the Sun or something, you know you've always got that "OUR BOYS RIGHT OR WRONG" thing going on, cos they shout it (and of course, the Star... who don't care as long as there're tits... the Star's classic piece of reportage on the Middle East situation HAS to be "Teenage suicide bomber hid explosives IN HER BRA"... the actual bodycount came WAY down in the story). I dunno... I just have particular hatchets out for the Mail, cos it makes me angriest. Though I think I'm getting Stockholm Syndrome... the nights when I don't get to read it, I feel cheated of my does of righteous indignation!
Gimme a few days and I'll rediscover my hatred of the Mail on Sunday... PETER FUCKING HITCHENS!!! Look at his picture! It's like David Byrne if he'd been to Nazi boot camp and eaten some pies while he was at it! And possibly a whole lemon. |
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