I’ve just returned from Glastonbury festival (of which I’ll be scribbling something down soon), filled with the joys of love and spiritual freedom to be faced with my first ever collective of virtual burning pitchfork wielders. Yup, it seems that after a quiet few months that I hoped had seen the end of the campaign from censorship-demanding horse lovers, I have again managed to find a rich seam of naivety with no effort on my part. This time, the complainants have clearly read all that I’ve said on the issue and still decided to press ahead with their “partition”. The most concerning part is that a professor has added his/her name. I just hope that they hadn’t had chance to read my explanation before publicly putting adding themselves to the list..
message: I and my friends are here to request you to delete the image on the dead horse on the site.
1. Threat against our coat of arms.
2. Against queens coat of arms.
3. Very ill looking.
4. Teasing. (On us)
5. Very bad for children.
Threats will be sent.
PLEASE, I BEG YOU!!!!
So there you go. That’s what it feels like to be Shell or Nestle. Now let me unpack my rucksack from the nazi hate-festival I just attended and go and find some small animals to personally kill.