You use of the word 'hoarding' and 'wealth' in the same sentence reveals the fact that either
- you fail to understand how money works (hint: there isn't a dark cellar somewhere stuffed with rich people's 'wealth' let alone money) or
- you count on your supporters being similarly ignorant so you can stir your politics of envy to garner support.
It's probably both.
I've been fortunate to visit Cairo, London and other cities' museums and been up close to some incredible statues. I've noticed the symmetry in their faces, have glided my hands across their polished bodies noticing the details of bone structures and defined muscles.
And then I've noticed some crappy, shoddy hieroglyphs or graffiti hacked onto them (usually around the back) as if 'written' with a blunt and rusty nail and hammer, in the dark, by a ten-year old.
Go see for yourself. It is truly puzzling.
@EdwardJDavey Yet here you are, a politician, politicising.
Sometimes I think the only credential needed to become a politician is having been dropped on the head as a child.
@earth_tracker How did the fish recognise the chicken as potential food ?
I mean, it's not as if you see fish wandering around on land taking note of potential prey, is it ?
@Skint_Eastwood1 Its haunting. And, as I understand it, this was about an hour after the stabbing.
And, like a nightmare before the darkness, Henry would have heard lies coming from the mouths of the complicit onlookers and being helpless to respond.
Truly horrific.
English is an ethnicity, something you're born as.
British is a nationality, something you're born into or adopt.
You can be British and have another ethnic heritage. Ideally, you should be proud of both.
Conflating them to diminish one over the other is what's divisive. Especially if it involves the attempted shaming or erasure of another.
@TanDhesi My grand-father had fight alongside him Sikhs in the trenches of the Somme in the First World War. He would never have a bad word said against them.
When I was a kid, myself and my mates used to wander around with sodding sheath knifes on our belts. Even while talking to policemen warning us not to scrump or get up to some other macabre mischief.
Didn't stab anyone though. I may have sharpened the odd stick or two. Can't remember why. Probably to throw at my brother, a squirrel, or a even a bush.
Looking back, it's almost like I grew up in another world.