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Thank you Stokes. No words - well said.
rross said…
I have plenty of words but they are probably inappropriate. It just frustrates me to distraction that no one can DO anything to stop this sort of thing happening.....
Rob Young said…
Agreed. Pure naked aggression by a bully.
David said…
I can think of quite a few words but not fit for publication here - no civilised words will do, certainly. It begins to feel rather like a return to the 1930s in Europe....
Prince Lupus said…
Sadly not
Paul Liddle said…
Well done Stokes.
An image speaks 1000 words! Thanks!
RogerB said…
Being a Cold War Vet plenty of things come to mind.
Nuff said......................

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