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loyalist mural in Portadown

Most people are tired of paramilitaries. And the militaries. Us versus them everywhere. In Portadown. In Belfast. The murals are everywhere. How about a new story now.

loyalist mural


Anonymous said…
well some murals are in memory for those who have risked or died for ulsters freedom so dont be so fukin disrespectful
Ronan said…
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Anonymous said…
You used to drink in "The House" under the red bridge- I know you, we met down at the green man
postpran said…
don't mean to be disrespectful at all. I do know there has been a lot of suffering in many ways on both sides. A LOT! I also know that the voice of the unionists has been drowned out in recent years and England is anything but a friend for either side. They exploited the situation for their financial and political gain. But extremist positions do not help.

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