|NYC-based Salman Rushdie doesn't dare to live in London no more.|
(Muslims there would chop his head off without hesitation.)
Rushdie knows Muslim rage intimately but he does not approve of the West’s reaction to the Middle East’s reaction to that weird YouTube movie that was kind of like The Satanic Verses for retards. “We’re in a difficult place because there’s a lot of fear and nervousness around,” Rushdie said of the West’s ethnomasochism.
“The fact a documentary about Islam can be pulled because someone is worried about the consequences is an indication of that.” These comments are particularly poignant because Rushdie hails from the epicenter of Islamic rage: Britain.
I wouldn’t have believed how bad it was if I hadn’t just seen it with my own eyes. Sure, America also overindulges extremism in the name of tolerance. Libyans just murdered one of our ambassadors and America’s anger appears to be directed at the guy who made the murderers angry.
In 2009, we learned the FBI had ignored warning signs that Major Nidal Hasan was going to shoot up Fort Hood because they didn’t want to appear racist. Here in New York, areas such as Astoria in Queens look more like Islamabad than they do Archie Bunker’s hometown. But we still arrest Muslim bad guys. Britain does the opposite.
The children of Pakistani immigrants in Queens wear skinny jeans and listen to dubstep while their cousins in London stand on street corners preaching the joys of sharia law. Where we have faults, they have fault lines.
Melanie Phillips, author of Londonistan, says capitulation is the root of England’s imminent demise. At a talk earlier this year she said, “What Britain and all the other faint hearts fail to grasp is that the greatest single driver of terrorism is terrorism—or to be more precise, the demoralized reaction to it.”
She was talking about the surge in terrorist recruitment after the 7/7 bombings and is one of the few Brits to notice that “The greater the terror, the greater the self-flagellation of its victims.” “When you’re the only non-Muslim family at the playground, your kids start to wonder why you brought them to Fat Ninja Park.”
One of the most iconic photographs from the 7/7 bombings was university lecturer John Tulloch covered in bloody bandages. A British magazine featured him next to a quote from Tony Blair that included the lines, “When they try to divide our people…our values will outlast theirs.”
Tulloch is now facing deportation because he was born in India when his British Army Officer father was stationed there. Like his wife and kids, he’s had a British passport his whole life but the UK Border Agency confiscated it in the 90s, citing some bizarre old clause that deemed him a “British subject without citizenship.”
This is in a country with seven million foreigners, where 30,000 illegal Pakistanis are “missing,” and where, as Phillips says, “1,600 Islamic terrorists, most of them British Muslim [are] trying to get a nuclear or dirty bomb to use against their fellow countrymen.”
In today’s Britain, almost 40% of young Muslims say they would prefer to live under sharia law, yet an old professor whose family has been British for hundreds of years has to go. It was 2005 when Blair made his commitment to “our values” but only two years later, David Cameron explained, “it is mainstream Britain which needs to integrate more with the British Asian way of life, not the other way around.”
|A public beheading on the streets of London. That|
brazen act scared the shit out of every English.
I was born just outside London and I commiserate with John Cleese when he says, “London is no longer an English city.” Just West of London proper is a place called Southall. As I walked down their main street The Broadway a couple of weeks ago, I did not see one person who did not appear to be “British Asian.”
There were Sikhs and Hindus and Bangladeshis and Muslims galore, but not a single English biddy carrying her shopping bags back home for tea. A teenager in a turban threw his empty energy drink on the street in front of me just as I realized my “Burn this Flag” American T-shirt had gone from mildly ironic to wildly incendiary.
During our visit last year we went to a beach called Southend I used to visit as a kid. This 19th-century working-class vacation spot still has the bumper cars and helter-skelter, but I didn’t see any old geezers with hats made of handkerchiefs. Instead, I saw a woman walking into the water wearing a chador. Our host sensed my outrage and tried to diffuse it by saying, “Oh, that’s lovely. You know, when I was a girl coming here, everyone looked the same. Now there’s so much variety.”
“Variety!” I shrieked, “A woman in a garbage bag is walking into the ocean!” I was reminded of the New York Times article “True Londoners Are Extinct” that glibly claimed, “London…is…much less beholden to sepia-tinged notions of what it used to be and much more a product of its new arrivals.”
During this year’s trip we headed into West London for a sepia-toned evening in the park. When we got there my mouth involuntarily said aloud, “What the fuck?” West London is so hardcore Muslim, it made everywhere else we had visited look like something out of Coronation Street.
This wasn’t merely a high contingent of Muslims. It was an occupation. The book Londonistan is not an exaggeration; not even close. Kensington Gardens feels so much like Dubai, I wouldn’t be surprised if the Diana Memorial Playground changes its name to the Dodi Fayed’s Girlfriend Memorial Playground.
Now it makes perfect sense. They came from a time of assimilation. The children of the “Yardies” who came to England in the 1970s are in the soccer stadiums today wrapped in English flags and singing “God Save the Queen.” Today’s Muslim immigrants have only one allegiance, and that’s to Allah. They’re not just unpatriotic. They actually despise England.
We escaped the park and headed to the world-famous department store Harrods, where my infidel wife wanted to indulge her love of material objects. The nearly 200-year-old institution has long been owned by Arabs and was bought a couple of years ago by Qatar Holdings. Virtually everyone—no, wait, EVERYONE—was Arabic in the store.
There were women in chadors carrying Louis Vuitton bags and the few who showed their faces were covered in bizarre clown makeup that looked like something out of Cirque du Soleil. The men appeared to be spoiled mama’s boys who were dressed like mentally ill gays that had just won the lottery.
I later asked a local if the high Arab population in that area has anything to do with Harrods and the fact that Fayed’s father used to own it and he said, “Maybe a bit. The real reason they dominate the West End is it’s the most expensive part of London and they’re the only ones who can afford it.”
Letting a foreign culture replace your own may seem like a cute idea to the world-traveled media class, but it can be quite sinister for the ones left holding the scrotum. In May of this year, police finally prosecuted a gang of pedophiles who had molested five teenage girls. When asked what took them so long, the police admitted they were scared of being seen as racist.
|Each and every Muslim is capable of such evil|
act dictated by Mohammad in his koran.
At the end of this year’s three-day stay, we took a taxi to the airport and after a few questions about religion, I learned our driver was yet another Muslim from Lahore. He changed the subject by asking me about the weather in New York and I told him we had one of the hottest summers on record. “Every day you wake up and pray for some kind of relief,” I told him, “but it never came.”
This seemed to make him quite pensive and he said, “You see? You say pray. I pray, too. We are quite similar in that sense.” I’d heard this a million times before and went to my go-to response: “True,” I said, “but you can often judge a religion by how it reacts to mockery [link NSFW]. In New York we had Jesus frozen in piss and our Virgin Mary partially painted with elephant dung. We weren’t bananas about it, but nobody was killed.”
He was mortified by my two examples and could only say, “That’s horrible,” like when Woody Allen found out someone defecated on his sister in Crimes and Misdemeanors. We didn’t speak after that.
I was reminded of the boiling frog when Londoners there told me I was blowing all of this out of proportion. They said I had come at the Muslim peak and most of them head back to the desert when the weather cools down.
At Heathrow, I decided to pick up the paper and count how many stories were Muslim-related. Here’s what happens in the first 30 pages of the September 4th edition of the Daily Mail, which I read cover-to-cover on the plane:
Page 6 depicts Iranian parathlete Mehrdad Karam refusing to shake the Duchess of Cambridge’s hand because she’s a woman.
Page 12 has a story about two Christians who were “refused the legal right to wear a cross at work.” Below that is an article from the former Archbishop of Canterbury asking, “How can it be a hate crime to show your faith in Christ?” They wouldn’t dare treat Muslims this way.
Page 14 features a letter criticizing David Cameron for feigning sympathy for the aforementioned Christians while permitting their persecution. The same page features a story about John Tulloch’s plight.
Page 17 has a tiny article about a Muslim pharmacist who was cleared of sexual-harassment charges despite asking female coworkers about their favorite sexual position, pushing his crotch against their ass, asking about boyfriends while grabbing their hands and putting them on his stomach, and putting his arms around female coworkers’ waists.
The Pharmaceutical Council “accepted his explanation that he came from a strict religious community and because of this background he lacked the appropriate social skills in his contacts with women.”
Page 19 discusses the crackdown on foreign students in the UK. The liberal elite sees this as blind racism and neglects to notice the some 50,000 illegal workers who came there as students.
Page 26 had a story about a white electrician named Paul Smith who makes bombs for a hobby and had his house raided despite the fact that he is so open about it, his birthday cake was shaped like a bomb and said, “Hope it goes off with a bang.” Authorities did not first consult the local church to see if the raid would be considered offensive to Paul’s religion as they often do before Muslim raids.
After I put down the paper, a Muslim steward with a hybrid Arabic/British accent asked me if I wanted anything to drink. I asked him if he had any bourbon and he said, “What’s bourbon?” He then opened the alcohol tray of sin and had me rifle around myself until I found a small bottle of Woodford Reserve.
|This is Londonistan: Not Lahore, Karachi, or Dhaka.|
London - It should come as little surprise that Donald Trump has earned the distinction of the year’s worst Islamophobe after he won the same accolade in 2016. Trump, after being elected president of the US, issued an executive order that has become known as the ‘Muslim ban’. The annual Islamophobia Awards by the London-based Islamic Human Rights Commission hosted the representatives of many NGOs and Muslims.
|Under relentless Muslim pressure the City of Oxford is withdrawing the award given to ASSK a former Oxford resident.|
(One can't blame Salman Rushdie for not coming back to England as he values his head still attached to his body.)
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