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Lady Karen Atkins
Women Empowerment.
- Education
- English
- 511 Words
- No Age Recommendation
- 234
- 2
I was just viewing some videos and one of the videos talked about women empowerment. Amen. I have been on the planet earth for almost 47 years now. Amen. And I have seen women raped beaten and this is including young female girls. Amen. I don't know of nothing else. Amen. If she goes to church the females are abused if they go to work or school they still get abused. Amen. I have seen this all my life. Amen. All I was told this much that God himself formed a male body because he is a male and he put himself inside that body through his own breath and man became a living soul. Amen. Please forgive me for saying this much. If I spit on my hand that spit is still Karen spit just like God put himself in the dirt male body he created that is still God himself inside that dirt male body what I mean is this much that God he put himself inside that dirt man body which is his soul and his spirit that is speaking and walking and talking through that earthly man body which is Adam. Amen. The Holy Bible says this much that the first man is of the earth earthly and that is Adam lifeless body and the speaking man the soul that is moving that earthly dirt suit is God himself. Amen. I don't know what to do or to say to women. Amen. I think females do best to just go back to the bible and see why God he created Eve and what kind of Job he gave her He gave Adam his Job. Amen. Some women God makes Queens and some women he do not. Amen. Like right now I am not a Queen. Amen. I learned over the years to just put God inside of me by reading and hearing his Word then things went well with me. Amen. And to stay in my place. Amen. I also reviewed in my mind a moment ago this much that what roles did God himself give the women that he brought out of Egypt. Amen. Moses had a sister and her role was to bring the children of Israel out of Egypt. Amen. All women roles are not the same and the ones that have a higher role because this was not their doing but God he chose these women to be Queens and Presidents and Ministers. Amen. There is no reason to mistreat us. Amen. Women empowerment comes from God he gave Eve Dominion and power to rule the earth. Amen. Females that really don't know what kind of dominion and power God he gave his daughter Eve then they will have to go back to the chapter in the holy bible when God he created her. Amen. Rev. Dr. Karen Adrien Osbey Atkins, PhD. The Much Hon. Lady Karen Atkins Of Glencoe Scotland. Amen. [more]
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H. H. Fick
Hin Und Her
- Fiction
- English
- 13918 Words
- Ages 18 and up
- 4
About H.H. Fick and the German-Americana Collection
H.H. Fick
H.H. Fick
The German-Americana Collection is a rich source of material on the heritage of Germans in the United States. Consisting primarily of monographs on literature and history, in recent years it has expanded to include archival materials on everyday German-American life, including photographs, church records, organizational records, and almanacs. However, its existence, and research value, can be traced to a remarkable founding collection.
In 1935, the University of Cincinnati Libraries acquired the H.H. Fick German-Americana collection for its holdings. Over the course of his lifetime, Heinrich Hermann Adolf Fick, a leader in Cincinnati’s German-American community prior to the First World War, assembled an outstanding collection of books on German-American life and culture. Fick gathered this collection for students of German-Americana, but he was much more than just a book collector. Fick was a noted educator, advocate, writer, and a poet.
Born in Lübeck, Germany on August 16, 1849, Fick was educated at theGrossheimsche Schule, and in 1864 he immigrated to New York where he went to work for his uncle. He then moved to Cincinnati where he would spend much of the rest of his life. He initially had the intention of doing work in sales, but quickly grew dissatisfied with the business world.1
In 1870, he was appointed as a teacher at an elementary school in Cincinnati, where he taught both German and art. Fick was so successful as an art instructor that by November of 1878, he was appointed Superintendent of Drawing, a position he held until 1884.2 During Fick’s tenure, the Drawing Department continued to grow in renown. In a 1902 history of the Cincinnati schools, John B. Shotwell wrote that during Fick’s superintendency, “Exhibits of drawing were frequent at institutes and at meetings of the National Education Association, and Cincinnati continued to hold her reputation as a leader in this branch of education.”3 It is not surprising that Fick felt that drawing proficiency was ‘just as important as reading and writing.’4 He even published a book on drawing, Pencil and Brush; An Introduction to the Elementary Principles of Graphic Representation, for the use of students and teachers in Cincinnati's schools.5
In 1884, Fick resigned from his position as Superintendent of Drawing, and moved to Chicago, where he wrote for the German press and gave private lessons in German and art. It is here that that he met and married Clementine Barna, who was also a German teacher. With Barna and a colleague named Louis Schutt, Fick established a German-English school in Chicago, and served as the school’s director.6
He returned to Ohio in 1890, to Ohio University in Athens, and began studying for his Ph.D., which he was awarded in 1892. Fick then took a position as principal of the Sixth District School in Cincinnati. In 1901, he became Assistant Superintendent of the Pub [more]
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ROBERT BROWNING
MEN AND WOMEN
- Poetry
- English
- 33048 Words
- Ages 18 and up
- 2
Robert Browning (7 May 1812 – 12 December 1889) was an English poet and playwright whose mastery of dramatic verse, especially dramatic monologues, madRobert Browning was born in Camberwell (a district now forming part of the Borough of Southwark in south London), the only son of Sarah Anna (née Wiedemann) and Robert Browning.[1][2] His father was a well-paid clerk for the Bank of England, earning about £150 per year.[3] Browning's paternal grandfather was a wealthy slave owner in Saint Kitts, West Indies, but Browning's father was an abolitionist. Browning's father had been sent to the West Indies to work on a sugar plantation, but, revolted by the slavery there, he returned to England. Browning's mother was a daughter of a German shipowner who had settled in Dundee in Scotland, and his Scottish wife. Browning had one sister, Sarianna. Browning's paternal grandmother, Margaret Tittle, who had inherited a plantation in St Kitts, was rumoured within the family to have had some Jamaican mixed race ancestry. Author Julia Markus suggests St Kitts rather than Jamaica.[4][5] Evidence is inconclusive.[6] Robert's father, a literary collector, amassed a library of around 6,000 books, many of them rare. Thus, Robert was raised in a household of significant literary resources. His mother, to whom he was very close, was a devout nonconformist and a talented musician.[1] His younger sister, Sarianna, also gifted, became her brother's companion in his later years, after the death of his wife in 1861. His father encouraged his children's interest in literature and the arts.[1]
By twelve, Browning had written a book of poetry which he later destroyed when no publisher could be found. After being at one or two private schools, and showing an insuperable dislike of school life, he was educated at home by a tutor via the resources of his father's extensive library.[1] By the age of fourteen he was fluent in French, Greek, Italian and Latin. He became a great admirer of the Romantic poets, especially Shelley. Following the precedent of Shelley, Browning became an atheist and vegetarian, both of which he gave up later. At the age of sixteen, he studied Greek at University College London but left after his first year.[1] His parents' staunch evangelical faith prevented his studying at either Oxford or Cambridge University, both then open only to members of the Church of England.[1] He had inherited substantial musical ability through his mother, and composed arrangements of various songs. He refused a formal career and ignored his parents' remonstrations, dedicating himself to poetry. He stayed at home until the age of 34, financially dependent on his family until his marriage. His father sponsored the publication of his son's poems.[1]e him one of the foremost Victorian poets. [more]
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Chaun Conscious
Healing The Christian Wound
Moving The Planet Towards Greater Acceptance
- Self-Help
- English
- 4013 Words
- Ages 16 and up
- 86
Who Am I To Speak on Christianity?
About The Author
I came into the world with an enormous amount of pain to. To deal with my pain I turned to religion at a very young age, namely at 10 or 11 years old. After experiencing the religion of Christianity I converted to Islam at the age of 18 and by the age of 21 I left religion entirely.
At the age of 29 I embraced myself as male and I underwent a physical gender transition and at the age of 31 I went through a series of intense supernatural experiences which revealed insights previously unknown to the Planet.
It is important to recognise that when I spent time as a Christian and then as a Muslim, I wholeheartedly believed in both of the faiths at the time of practicing it.
As a Christian I read the Bible cover to cover and regularly attended Church and ‘cell groups’.
As a Muslim I wore a headscarf, prayed 5 times a day and I wrote articles about why Islam is the perfect and true religion.
This Guide is for anyone wanting to explore themselves deeper than they may have allowed themselves to whilst concentrated within the parameters of a religion - namely the monotheistic religions. I hope that it causes movement within you that feels both good to you as well as movement that feels like freeing.
Healing The Christian Wound
The Christian Wound it is a vibration that 89% of us hold which means that learning about it is not only important for Christians, but for us all.
Put simply, the Christian Wound is the vibration which manifests into a belief that “I am wrong and there is something wrong with the world”. People with a lot of money, wealth or fame tend to not hold this vibration very strongly. This vibration is most common amongst the impoverished, the downtrodden and the ill fated.
Whilst this vibration was not caused by Christianity per se, it has it’s origins in Christianity because when the vibration first arrived on planet Earth it manifested as the invention of Christianity – officially around 323 AD – that is, 323 years after the prophet Yeshua died.
Yeshua is the Aramaic name for the person we in English call Jesus. Jesus Christ as a concept represents both a historical myth and a historical falsehood. There is no power in the word Jesus. Words only have power according to the meaning we as God give to them. There is no more power in the word Jesus than there is in the very offensive word 'nigger'.
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Keywords: self-acceptance, self acceptance, self-love, self love, jesus, the story of jesus, was jesus real, jesus myth, jesus real, jesus lie, what is evil, who is jesus, who was jesus, christianity and slavery, the kkk, ku klux klan, religious hatred, the end times, will jesus return, when will jesus return, second coming, anti-christ, anti christ, the dajjal, christianity and islam [more]
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Ben Agar
Secret War: Warhammer 40,000
- Science Fiction
- English
- 5742 Words
- Ages 16 and up
- 201
Despite my newfound determination, I found I couldn't run much farther, making it only five or six metres down the corridor, before stopping to catch my breath again.
+Attelus,+ said Karmen. +Attelus you've got to keep moving.+
I nodded and forced my body onward, ambling while using my forearm to pull myself along the corridor, glancing around at every crash and roar that echoed through the building from Darrance's and the daemons' struggle. There were, without doubt, more daemons; I had to be careful.
I made it to the end of the corridor, finding another window.
With battered, bloody and hurt hands, I clumsily slid it open and leaned to look outside. The next building over was another long, six-story hab unit. It was nearly a three-metre gap, and the nearest fire escape was a few windows on my left.
I quickly recalled that there was a fork in the corridor a while back. Most of all, what caught my attention was the light; the blood-red light had grown in intensity. It was like my eyes had blown their blood vessels. I sighed, about to push back into the building but stopped as I felt slight droplets of rain on my head.
I blanched in bemusement and looked up at the thick, crimson clouds above. It never rained in the underhive; it couldn't rain in the underhive; the ceiling of the over hive forever prevented that. The few droplets quickly escalated into a full-on downpour, but I couldn't see the rain; I could hear it, feel it, but couldn't see it. I reeled inside, abruptly shut the window and backed away in disgust and horror.
It was raining blood, frigging blood.
Another great crash down the hall made me jump and brought me back to reality. I turned and ran to the intersection, turning right. As much I didn't want to go outside, I had to get to the roof; it was the best way to go. Making it to the next turn, I ran to the fire escape door and, without looking back, opened it and stepped outside.
The force of the blood rain hit me like a punch to the jaw, and I raised my arm to protect my face with a growl of anger and fighting the urge to vomit. I started up the metal staircase.
Edracian wasn't just throwing daemons at me but the very elements. I couldn't help but take some pride in that. Clenching my teeth, I trod carefully, all the while clutching hard at the handrail to keep my feet on the treacherous, slick surface.
Finally, I made it to the top and looked about, trying to find this church. I saw it through the blood-red, a large, two-story monastic and overly grandiose thing; its two towers which stuck out like a sore thumb compared to the simplistic hab buildings around it. It would've been gaudy if it wasn't in such disrepair. My brow furrowed involuntarily, the Ecclesiarchy, always having the thrones to build such monstrosities but never really helping those in need. Ohh, they did but only 'spiritually', which meant nothing to me and not just that they'd charge for it too. I shook away such thoughts and walked to the other side of the roof.
After wiping my sticky, blood-slicked hair from my eyes, I spun on my heels, fell into a sprint and lunged over the three-metre gap.
Landing well, I finished into a crouch and ran to the next edge, stopping to look along the side, trying to find another way down.
The tallest building was only four stories high and was a good one hundred metres away, which would've made me curse, but I froze in fear as I saw daemons, frigging dozens of the bastards. They stood perfectly still throughout the streets and the buildings below. As I noticed them, all their snouts simultaneously snapped upward, somehow looking straight at me. Desperate with utter terror, I threw myself to the floor, although I suspected it was fruitless.
"Karmen! Karmen! You could've frigging warned me of this!" I hissed through clenched teeth.
It took a good few seconds before Karmen finally replied that her voice was pained and distant when she did. +Warn you of what Attelus? I am sorry, I am...busy. I cannot see everything.+
Slowly, I climbed up and peered over the buttress, but what I saw scared me even more. All the daemons were all gone.
+Attelus? What's wrong?+ "I-" My reply was interrupted by a massive crash followed by another, then another that came from below.
I furrowed my brow in bemusement, climbed to my feet; then the realisation hit me; it hit me hard.
+Attelus!+ "They're collapsing the frigging building!" I roared, more to myself than to her, and as if on cue, the roof under my feet began to sway and tilt, making me stumble to keep my feet. Panic gripped me so hard I couldn't think straight, and I sprinted straight for one of the rooftop doors. Then found much to my distress; it locked. Without thinking, I kicked at the door; the first did nothing, the second not much more. It was only after the fifth that my panicked mind finally remembered, I was carrying a frigging powersword. I activated it, sliced through the thick lock. [more]
Keywords: warhammer, character-driven, 1st person perspective, action, assassins, inquisition, 40k, warhammer 40k, battle, swordsman, mercenaries, fanfiction, neo-noir, noir, cyberpunk, corporate espionage, infiltration, gang wars, psychological thriller [more]
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Isioma Jemimah Okonicha
Macabre
He that forgives is greater
- Fiction
- English
- 5599 Words
- Ages 16 and up
- 55
I remembered the scene that’d played out the previous night, with Sister Susan, the chubby youth secretary of another church, who'd accused me of eating the remaining portion of beans they'd reserved, since we’d camped together, and had food prepared by some selected executives which I wasn’t part of.
"What kind of woman is she? I leave her to God.” I said tearfully, as I thought, as if I was speaking to another person.
She was so convincing, that everyone had believed her claim, as she accused me falsely:
“I saw you go through the back, towards the kitchen, but I didn’t expect that from you." she repeated loudly.
My experience at the camp, with Sister Susan, the same woman that I’d helped to carry her bag, on the day we arrived at the camp.
“Can I forget?” I asked myself, “no.” But I’ve forgiven her.
We’re humans after all, and most importantly am a Christian; the same word Brother Thomas, the only friend I made at the camp, had told me, after the disgrace I faced.
“To err is human and to forgive is divine.”
I reminded myself, as I rushed to struggle with the crowd, to board the train that'd already arrived.
I looked up at the setting sun, as I walked towards the main road, to board a taxi, that would take me home, after I'd closed from work. I remembered the strange dream that I heard, the previous night, with an old man in the dream, asking me to look up at the sky, to tell if I saw anything. Before I’d woken up in sweats.
“What was the meaning of that dream?” I wondered.
"The sky was nothing sort of clear, when I'd peeped through my window, at that odd hour of the night. Instead, I saw a cloud that was all blurred and dark, and with little stars, shining back at me.
Why did he ask me to look at the sky, when he knew that I was going to see nothing? What was the meaning of that dream?” I worried because I never have ordinary dreams; they always have their unique meanings, I knew it was a dream I shouldn’t take for granted, but I didn’t have the slightest idea what it meant.
I couldn’t even pray for long hours, like I did before, or even read the bible verses; I’d grown deeply moody, I hardly spoke, and even when I did, it sounded rude. I knew it was time to speak to someone about it, but I was reluctant; that was the lie I told myself. I knew deep within me, that I was enjoying the melancholy moment.
I thought of telling Pastor Timothy; my parish pastor, and close friend, he was like a brother to me because my older sister, Aunt Rukky, was married to his cousin, but I still couldn’t tell him I felt angry, or maybe I didn’t want to look unspiritual to him.
”Uncle Dele good evening,” a middle aged woman, horned and greeted, from a red car, that she drove as she parked beside me, as I stood by the main road. She was a neighbor from the next compound, so I knew her quite well.
“Don’t worry, I will take the bus.” I quickly said, passing and ignoring her, as I hopped into a bus that’d just parked in front of her car, leaving the woman obviously disappointed.
“I’ve been noticing your mood, you hardly call me these days, is everything okay?” My fiancée asked me, as we spoke on the phone, immediately I returned home.
“Yes everything is fine; my mother is disappointed, that she wouldn’t get to meet you again.” I changed the subject.
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Keywords: Forgiveness, Anger
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Sex story-By lady neighbour-pussy thrust
lady neighbour
- Erotic
- English
- 2 Words
- Ages 18 and up
- 558
- 24
By Lady neighbour- Pussy Thrust
I have from a long time being fascinated by bahbhis, they have a distinct way of dressing bright colors their ornaments and most importantly their figure. U know when they bend or put their saree aside u can see their boobs with poky nipples from the dark color blouse its different and all together they are always laughing and cheerful mood.
.I had a crush on one of my neighbor women her name was Sonal Navgire.
Sonal Navgire was 32 married and her husband was on the ship she also had a 4 year old kid and her figure was awesome she was tall had green eyes her stats were 33 c boobs I know that coz I had seen her bra and smelled it and seen the tag and she had a sexy waist. She was fair and smooth. The reason I was in a good term with her was coz I was damn friendly with her 4 years old son I used top take him out for stroll and play with him.
Let me come to the incident now it was month of July 09 it was raining heavily one day as I did not go to work I was getting bored so I decided to go to her house when I rang the door bell her maid opened the door she said Sonal wahini had gone to the Church she has done all the work but she needs to go to school to get her children so I called up Sonal and told her she requested me to wait till she comes and I was glad. I enquired about the kiss the maid he was fast asleep. so I put on the TV suddenly there was this lingerie add looking at the ad I got horny so I decided why don’t I search her wardrobe and smell her bar and panty or wear them.
So in excitement I started searching her wardrobe suddenly o came along a small drawer I found her bra and panties mann what color were those black purple red white blue she had various panties too the most sexy one was the thong later on my discovery I was shocked to find out what I saw I saw a big 9 inch black vibrator looking at it I went high as horny. I put on her bar and panties lay on the bed and started the vibrator it was great. I kept the vibrator below my balls and moved it in circles I stared licking it and then slowly I stuffed it in my ass I saw myself in mirror I was wearing her sexy purple padded bra and the thongs I also wore her green blouse.
After I mastuburated and kept all the things back just after 10 minutes Sonal entered the house she was totally wet her saree was dripping and u could see her cleavage and her nipples poking from her blouse I got an hard on immediately. I helped her to unload the goods she brought for dayly use while doing so I accidentally touch her boobs and pressed her nipples I knew she was feeling. I asked he to go and change or else she may catch cold she went inside but later on after 10 minutes she came she was furious I was caught coz ny accidentally I cumed in her bra and panties and forgot to wipe the sperms properly.
She scolded at me and was going to tell my parents I pleaded with her begged her she was in no mood I grabbed her by her arms and threw her on the sofa. I told her I had a big crush on her and knew she sexually frustrated too hearing this she started crying she told me it’s been 10 months since her husband is gone and she did not had sex till now. I went to close to her took her face in my hand and kissed her on her lips and then I whispered her I “tu gabru nako me aahi naa” and then slowly stated kissing her she co-operated with me then we stated kissing each other and slowly we were French kissing each other. My hands were on her boobs and her hands on my cock she could feel my heat Om my dick. I asked her what’s her fantasy she said she wanted someone to eat her pussy still she cam I agreed I wore her bra and panties and I went down on her pussy. Firstly I started licking her thighs then inner thighs up and down slowly and steadily then I went to her pussy gosh she was damn hairy I smelled her pubic area it was a strong musky smell. and then I lowered my tongue in her clit she was damn wet I started exploring her cunt with my tongue circled her pussy lips and then went directly for her clitoris then there was no stopping she was fucking my mouth and I was enjoying she was going up and down and faster and faster and then after 15 minutes she came with a big oooooooooohhhh and orgasm she was half dead and as shivering.
Now it was my turn she started to lick my penis from the soft fabric of the thongs I was wearing she licked and played with my penis my tool stated to grow and it was in its full glory of 9 inch monster was ready for her love hole. I went to her bedroom got the vibrator first I played on her pussy deeper I could see the pussy juices flowing and then she played it under my balls now I wanted to fuck her I spreaded her legs and kept it on my shoulder and then I went in straight into her love hole she was so wet and hot and I worked the vibrator on her ass I was double fucking her I fucked her deep and fast deep and fast every stroke was a different one and then after 25 minutes of banging I came all over her body I was drained put but she wasn’t she wanted her ass to be fucked too she again gave me a blow job licked my cock clean and I was ready it was my first anal sex. but she was an expert she got some lubricant from the fridge apply on her ass hole some on my cock and told me to enter her I entered her with big stroke I was in heaven she moaned and moaned and I fucked her in doggie style eagle style and then I blasted my second load in her ass.
Now she was satisfied and now onwards I’m her second husband we even had sex on the terrace in her car and also on the beach.. [more]
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Patrick30
Lost in Glasgow
- Biography & Autobiography
- English
- 1 Words
- No Age Recommendation
- 272
- 3
True story
This happened to me one day back in 1970
Being a football fan (Celtic) in Scotland it was
Regular evry
Saturday to go to games home
And a way we would meet up in the pub waiting for the hired bus to take us to the
game all decked out in our football colours
(green and white) we would have a few drinks
Beer whisky talk about the teams about things
Up and coming things we had done the week before usual patter this particular Saturday was the old firm Darby rangers v Celtic at ibrox park Glasgow always tickets for these
Games now and getting a ticket was hard to
Get but we always managed to get one so to get back to the pub! At this stage we were sort
Outcasts at the time we had all been members
Of our local supporters club but things had not
Been good with some of us there was no drinking ban on the buses at that time and we
Were young so we would bring carry outs onto the bus and you can imagine it stop the bus
We need a piss this did not go down to well
With the older ones on the bus especially when it happened three or four times on route
To the games there would be arguments sometimes a wee fight would break out (ah great days!!!) there was a meeting called in the church hall and a few of the lads decided
To go on threr own me being one of them
Which meant we would have to hire our own
Bus we were then known as the rebel bus the
Name stuck to us and I suppose we were a bit
Rebelious at the time we got into a lot of a troublefew of us would get lifted by the police now and again barred from a few pubs
Fights were regular in them days they say that
The drink was the cause of most trouble not
True hatred was the trouble still is to this day
Catholic and prodesants that is the cause
Anyway to get back to that Saturday the old firm game we had hired a mini bus a firm in a place called kilsyth not far away from us in my home town Denny get this the firm from kisyth
Had bought some mini buses from a mental
Hospital in larbert near falkirk well known
Hospital so that was that we would get the
People in the pubs saying bus from nutters
For nutters took a lot of stick we did but we did not care as long as we got to the game so when the mini bus turned up to take us to the game we could not believe it all green twenty
Seater all wooden seats hard as well they were all out the pubs to see the nutters mini bus so of we go after a bit of stick about the
Bus nearly a fight broke out every one in the mini bus had a carry out the singing started
Two miles up the road stopped the bus pub
For a pint or two meet some other fans usual
Thing (alesters bar denloanhead) then back onto the bus by this time we were well on as you say with the drink none of the fans in the mini bus were paying no attention me included
To where we were going the singing the drinking was going great guns sweeps for the
Game pick a player to score the first goal out
Of the hat can't do that now a days numbers
Are all over the place one to a hundred back
Then in my day it was one to elven and you would put the ref in as well many a sweep I won great stuff So there we are going along
The road not noticing anything wrong to be honest about it we were all pissed anyway
Then one of the lads said there are a lot of
Rangers supporters going about here so the usual thing was you would start giving them the fingers roaring abuse at them but it just dawned on me there was no Celtic supporters
To be see anywhere we were in the heart of govern apache country ( rangers supporters
Evreywhere). Next thing the bus was caught
In the traffic the Huns ( rangers suporters)
Were all around us the mini bus was covered
In spittings you could not see out the windows
Next thing bottles cans bricks being thrown at
The bus we were lucky no windows were broken the traffic would move on then stop again the bus took a hammering the rangers
Supporters were trying to get in the door at the
Front and drivers side I remember putting my back to the boor the force of the door being
Banged was awful this went on for ages it did sober me up I can tell you bus moved on again the rangers fans were running after us
We got caught in traffic again rangers fans
Were on us again on the roof battering windows and doors driver was going nuts
He was shitting him self he even left his seat
Get back in that fucking seat you stupid bastard next thing police turned up I was never
So glad to see the police in my life rangers
Supported still throwing bottles at the bus police had to send for more polce that was
Bad we were stopped in the middle of the
Road bus being battered even the police were
In trouble I remember saying to one of my pals don't you open that fucking door took ages for the police to get it sorted out When they did I can remember police officer talking
To our driver who by the way was a rangers supporter why did you bring this bus of Celtic supporters into this area did you not know this
Was rangers territory. Don't know what the driver said he was shitting it so we got escorted by the police to ibrox park boy it was
Some experience I would not like to go through that again and the game was a cracker Celtic won one Nile Joe Craig what
A goal what a day tell you this that driver
Was very lucky he did not get hammering
Back in the pub when I told the story people
Could not believe it and the nutter bus well
Took more stick about that as well
I have been away from scotland twenty odd
Years but they still talk about it yet
There are more stories to come [more]
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