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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

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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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