The James McClean Sponsored Poppy Thread

[superwell87]

2 minutes ago, Leith Green said:

all ding dong bells

Pussy's in the well.....

[Melanius Mullarkey]

Just now, superwell87 said:

Pussy's in charge of the ‘well.....

FTFY 

[superwell87]

1 minute ago, Melanius Mullarkay said:

FTFY 

[Bully Wee Villa]

3 hours ago, Salvo Montalbano said:

Does every club have a bugler on standby now? That's another thing that's crept in - first it was a minutes silence, then it was that plus a poppy emblem on the shirts, then it was those and the chairmen would lay poppy wreaths, then it was all of those plus poppies on black armbands, then it was all of the above plus a bugler and some current military man standing to attention while they play the Last Post... I expect that sort of stuff from the staunch clubs but it seems to be something that is seen at more and more grounds these days. 

In the 35 years or so I've been going, I can't remember Villa ever not having a bugler, to be honest. What's changed is I'm sure it would only ever be the game on Remembrance Weekend whereas now each club has to do the public display the week before if they're not at home the relevant weekend.

[coprolite]

15 hours ago, DA Baracus said:

Bin all the poppies.

Bin all the silences.

Bin all the 'remembrance'.

 

Whatever meaning it once held is long gone. It's especially laughable when those most vocal about 'remembering' are cheering on Israel and cheered on the UK's involvement in shit like Iraq and Afghanistan, as well as ignoring multiple other conflicts since WW2.

Tell me, what does "Lest we forget" mean? It's a meaningless phrase that loses more meaning every year.

 

Not only that, and this will be unpopular, but fucking get over it. 

I don't disagree that there's a lot of missing the point. I do disagree that we should "get over it". 

The two world wars (or one long one with a wee break in Europe) were rock bottom for both the system of international relations and in the domestic politics of many of the main players. 

I think people would do well to remember how bad things can get and how we got there.  

The militaristic jingoistic hero jisming that actually goes on is very much part of the problem and "how we got there". But the answer is more and better remembering, not more ignorance. 

[DA Baracus]

1 minute ago, coprolite said:

I don't disagree that there's a lot of missing the point. I do disagree that we should "get over it". 

The two world wars (or one long one with a wee break in Europe) were rock bottom for both the system of international relations and in the domestic politics of many of the main players. 

I think people would do well to remember how bad things can get and how we got there.  

The militaristic jingoistic hero jisming that actually goes on is very much part of the problem and "how we got there". But the answer is more and better remembering, not more ignorance. 

So why don't we 'remember' things like Waterloo, Bannockburn, Hastings, Loudon Hill, Stamford Bridge etc?

[welshbairn]

We should be remembering how they started, not glorying in how they ended. 

[GuyIncognito]

Typing "dog in military uniform in spitfire flying over field of poppies" and "staffy in military uniform with poppy" into AI image generators to pay respects. Strange behaviour.

                                 

[tamthebam]

1 hour ago, DA Baracus said:

So why don't we 'remember' things like Waterloo, Bannockburn, Hastings, Loudon Hill, Stamford Bridge etc?

There was and still is AFAIK a Bannockburn march in Stirling by hairy Nats.

Trafalgar Day is commemorated by the RN. The Navy Club in Edinburgh for example sets out in semaphore flags Nelson's pre-battle message 

Oh and some folk like to remember an obscure battle 300 years ago in the North of Ireland...

[AUcal]

1 hour ago, jagfox said:

Imagine laying down your life for this country? 

I've always found the "we were born in this country" statement from these type of people to be a very strange brag. So what? It means the square root of f**k all that you happened to have been born here. 

Another one of the weird statements folk come up with to cover for what they really want to say, "I don't like the colour of your skin, go back where you came from"

[HeWhoWalksBehindTheRows]

And by the start of the pre tri-asic period, their watch was done.

[Ned Nederlander]

19 minutes ago, tamthebam said:

Trafalgar Day is commemorated by the RN. The Navy Club in Edinburgh for example sets out in semaphore flags Nelson's pre-battle message

"England Expects" - Surely not?

 

We commemorated Taranto Night when I was in the RN (FAA actually ) and by 'commemorated' I mean we got completely rat-arsed!

[Wee-Bey]

[jagfox]

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,

And towards our distant rest began to trudge.

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,

But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;

Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots

Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

 

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—

Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

 

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

 

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,

Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud

Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest

To children ardent for some desperate glory,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est

Pro patria mori.

 

[HTG]

3 hours ago, jagfox said:

Imagine laying down your life for this country? 

The Met looking to make it a day to remember for these lads. 

 

[PWL]

30 minutes ago, HTG said:

The Met looking to make it a day to remember for these lads. 

 

Given the Met's track record recently, it's probably to try recruit them or given them a commendation medal. 

[Derry Alli]

The boy bottom right 100% goes to work Mon-Fri in a suit. He's had a wee bit prop and got carried away. Genuine shithouse of a man.

[Shotgun]

17 hours ago, Autistisches Nilpferd said:

 

The fucking state of that  

5 hours ago, jagfox said:

 

And that

7 hours ago, BMunro said:

Unless the SNP had a network of AD lookalikes to show up to photoshoots with Hitler Youth then yeah, it's pretty conclusive.

The SNP would be doing well to just own up to their Nazi past, but that's hard when you're a cult.

And that

[Cosmic Joe]

1 hour ago, jagfox said:

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,

And towards our distant rest began to trudge.

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,

But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;

Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots

Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

 

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—

Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

 

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

 

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,

Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud

Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest

To children ardent for some desperate glory,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est

Pro patria mori.

 

Nice poem about watching East Fife

[carpetmonster]

2 hours ago, HTG said:

The Met looking to make it a day to remember for these lads.

 

Heather Mills’ leg stump’s let itself go.