And this is why I love youIt's funny that you should mention the Bretons. The Bretons ('British') are Celtic British, foreign invaders of French soil. Just like the Anglo Canadians are foreign invaders of French Canada.
Yet, we tolerate the Celtic British invaders living on our French soil. We even tolerate the Anglo British invaders on our Canadian soil.
All that we ask for in return, is a tiny space to live in peace. Just the shores of the St. Lawrence. That's all. And what do we get? Scorn and derision. Does British imperialism not stop until it suffocates the entire world?
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
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