Honey, I Finished The Internet

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1. What a great idea for US Sanctuary cities … there’s a time limit of the sanctuary they bestow upon the criminal fugitive … like 90 days. Perfect! Go sit in your cold, uncomfortable, chiseled stone “peace” chair … your fridstol… for 90:days, ICE will pick you up for deportation. Quite civilized and whatnot.

   Hard to believe that soaring stone cathedral is only a common parish church seeing as how it took 200 years to build.

2. If it’s still standing … I’m putting this church on my trip itinerary when I visit the Islamo-State of Britain. Who knows? I may need to take refuge there.

3. Thanks Kate
   I was born in Beverley, so yeah I can graze cattle on the common land that surrounds the town. Or at least that used to be the rule.
   I know that touch stone well, its just over the top of the “Westwood” other side of the road from the racecourse as you head into Beverley from Bishop Burton/York and I could but had better not relate what I know about that stone. The a-joining field to the South of it is called Killingwoldgraves the nearby road takes its name also. Whilst its name is probably much older i was told by the local land owner at the time (Quite a few years ago) it was also the site of either a prison or grave site of early Napoleonic war prisoners.
   Used to be a jewel of a Yorkshire Market town, with a cattle market on a Wednesday (Pubs stayed open all day) now its the site of the local Tesco supermarket. A general produce market in both the Saturday and Wednesday market places took place on a Saturday.
   Of course starting with the grand take over and destruction of England and the shires by the Socialists the restructuring of the 70s and the creation of the new “county” of Humberside it chose to set up its edifices in Beverley. And the rest was a down hill slope which like all slopes means shit forms a pool at the bottom. Once upon a time you could walk the streets of the town and know most of people there. Last time I visited I could count on one hand the “locals” and that wasn’t meeting them walking down the street.