don't fuck with the british

xfer

I JERK OFF TO ARCTOPUS
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Jul 15 1857 During an uprising, group of British women and children being held by rebels in Chawnpore, India are cut to pieces with knives and hatchets. Then their remains are tossed into a well. When British forces finally recapture Chawnpore, the captured rebels are taken back to the house where the slaughter took place. Then they are forced to lick the floors clean. Only then are they hanged.
 
this rebellion by the natives was quite effectively captured in a series of novels by V.A. Stuart.

"every dead British child became a slaughtered angel, every woman a violated innocent, every sepoy a black-faced, blood-crazed savage. There was little room for mercy in the hearts of the British troops... and in a debate at the Oxford Union, one speaker roused his audience by declaring,"When every gibbet is red with blood, when the ground in front of every cannon is strewn with rags and flesh and shattered bone, then talk of mercy. Then you may find some to listen." Lord Palmerston articulated the feelings of most Britons when he described the atrocities committed by the mutineers as acts "such as to be imagined and perpetrated only by demons sallying forth from the lowest depths of hell". In the early months of the British recovery, few sepoys were left alive after their positions were overrun. The British soldiers seemed to have made a collective decision not to take prisoners and most actions ended with a frenzied use of the bayonet. On the line of march whole villages were sometimes hanged for some real or imagined sympathy for the mutineers. ... Later, when prisoners started to be taken and trials held, those convicted of mutiny were lashed to the muzzles of cannon and had a roundshot fired through their body. It was a particularly cruel punishment with a religious dimension in that by blowing the body to pieces the victim lost all hope of entering paradise."

I am SO into sallying forth, and discussions of gibbets.
 
ok i just picked up some journals to do some work and on top of the stack was the dec2002 issue of "Folio" with giant letters on the cover stating:

HOW THE BRITS DO IT

and i could only think of cannons exploding desperate sepoys.