IN THE NAME OF THE PROPHET. WINNING HEARTS AND LIVERS. I MEAN MINDS

Doesn't matter how many times  a day he prays to Allah,

 this is one GodlessHeathenBastard

 I guess you could call this bellus ultima.  I don't think we British folks have ever done this, not recently,anyway - maybe the Tribesmen, here in Scotland did it, from their sense of fathomless grievance -  but foreign devils do it all the time.  I remember - just - in the time of the Mau-Maublokes, in wherever it was, the former Belgian Congo, was it, that people had their  vitals cut out and scoffed. I remember seeing some photos in the Guardian about some earlier Balkan conflict and there were two guys quite literally sawing the head off a prisoner, with a saw that you'd saw boards with.  Never managed to banish that image from my mind.

We are on his side, this geezer's. It seems a really filthy business to me and I don't think we should have anything to do with people like this. Never mind sending them military materiel, we should send them some books on good manners, the fucking Muslem arseholes.

There is, I believe, a book entitled Eating People Is Wrong. We should translate that book  into whatever sing-song language these fuckers understand, make every other line read All-aaaaaahhhh Akh- baaaaaah, which is something they seem to say every few seconds, whether they are eating somebody or not;  their God is great, of course, everybody else's, even their fellow Abrahamists' is shit, a fucking infidel. I am sick up to here with these angry fuckhead murdering savages.

When we have done the translation, anway, of Eating People Is Wrong, so it reads backwards,  we should then recommission the Mighty Concorde, strip out its seats, install some bomb bay doors, fill it full of copies of Eating People Is Wrong, fly over Syria at the speed of sound and blitz the fucking fuckers. Maybe   a small hardback hitting them in their beardy  kissers at eleven hundred feet per second will teach them some manners.  Imagine Faisal, riding along on the back of his Toyota pick-up, shooting bullets into the air and shouting All-aaaaah Akh-baaaaaaah and Smack! a hardback book hits him in the head at seven hundred and fity miles an hour.  Shut the mad fucker up for a minute or two.

 These cunts are the same people who sawed the head off that US journalist, and did it live on telly, muttering all the time about Allah;  these people are as bad as Marty Kneecaps McGuinness,the horrible bastard, and a pox on him and his children and his children's children, if the rancid little torturer has any. We should not be giving these monsters a halfpenny of our money.  Does that fucking eejit fairy, William Miscarriage,  have any idea of what the heart-eating headchoppers  will do if they acquire even a fraction of Basher Assad's chemical weapons?  No, mustn't upset him.  He'll be showing us his wife's medical notes again.

The foreign seckatry 
with not his boyfriend.

I should say of course, for the benefit of antiracism folk that the followers of Islam have no monopoly on wickedness. Pope Nazi's gang - and now this new bastard, Frankie the Caballero,  who has ordered  Scotland's errant cardinal not out of the Church but out of the country, to a nice wee holiday somewhere, doing thinking and penance  - have been  noncing and inquisiting and burning folks at the stake almost forever; the hereditary, parasitic so-called royal family, here, at home,  is fertilised by blood, betrayal and torture, civil war, even, not too great a price to pay for  the monarchical ego.  The Jews have been wickedly mistreating the Palestinians since the early part of the twentieth century, long before the Death Camps, a social enginering project dreamed-up by just a couiple of hundred Hermans who have all been punished.  The Chinese are fuckdogbastards. And Uncle Sam is the biggest rogue state since Rome, you know, that great civilising influence which fed people to the lions.

I should say, also, that Gilbrain's  Islam-lite script, The Way of The Sufi, is part of this household's lexicon; your children are not your children, they are the sons and the daughters of Life's longing for itself.........though they are with you, they belong not to you. I love it, I have lost track of the number of copies which I have bought   as gifts for younger people. I recently bought a replica astrolabe, a precise  navigation device,  made by the Mohammedan arabs when we were living in mud huts.  I know  about their architecture, their maths, their science, a little about their music;  I know the profound effect they have had on global knowledge.

But even so, I'm sick of MediaMinster making excuses for vicious, nasty Muslems.  Jon Sox, the other night, 

the apparent owner of Channel Four News, tied himself in knots proclaiming that just because half a dozen or so Muslem predators had been found guilty of grooming and abusing white girls there was no racial element to this case, 





nor to the last, similar case.

 Conveniently ignoring a cultural approval of so-called honour killings, of forced marriage, of comprehensive, overwhelmimg suppression of women, Jon Sox, as usual,  with his multi-culturalist guests, is talking out of his scabby arse. Snow, one of MediaMinster's  Job4Lifers is happiest over in the States, sucking Power's cheesy knob, he prefers Democrat foreskin but any sort will do; like so many of his age, he still thinks Uncle Sam is  run by the legatees of  a  fictitious and facetious, golden, Kennedy dynasty.  The Kennedys, of course,  were as bent as could be, and were never a dynasty; as to being golden, well, if you believe that, then like Gordon Snot, you'll believe anything; bury my heart in Chappaquiddick;  they were arseholes, the Kennedy boys, but don't mention it to British journalists and politicians of a certain age.

   When it comes to reporting on British current affairs, Soxy  -  the  patron, affiliate or president of so many liberal causes,  all of them perfectly worthy and admirable -  is actually unfit, unable to present what passes for news,  down there in the land of skymadeupnewsandfilth with any degree of impartiality -  Sox suggesting that maybe there is something radically wrong in male Muslem culture, both at home and abroad -  which there is - is unthinkable.

I lived in the cities for most of my life and now I come to think about it I was always vaguely aware of pasty-looking white girls getting into Ahmed's Nissan,  hanging-out around his bed shop or his cash'n' carry. 

 I was an infant in Balsall Heath in 1957; whites weren't quite a minority but in some parts of that grimy old suburb  it felt that way. My dad was  a 'bus driver with the Corporation and then with the Midland Red and he'd bring his West Indian mates home, sometimes, for tea;  he was a bit odd in that, but he was never mainstream,  he liked the blacks and so did I, still do.  But he was scathing about the Pakistanis - moneylenders, pimps, untrustworthy, dishonest;  he never said this to me openly, it was just overheard.   

Nothing I have learned since has changed my mind, or that part of it formed by my father.  Never had any Muslem friends;  never once been in a Muslem home,  never been in a mosque, it's not that I wouldn't go, I'd love to,  I was just never invited. I never had any business dealings  with a Muslem, unless you count the odd Balti house meal, and they are not as good, let me tell you,  as old Queenie Portillo would have you believe, during his endless, tedious travels around Britain. 

Mr & Mrs Portillo, not in a Balti House.
Fuck me, no. You don't think I'd eat in one of those filthy holes 

 I saw, close-up how a Muslem-Labour dominated local council was just a racist  rubberstamp for crime and corruption. And I read how a Judge damned the Birmingham Sparkbrook Muslem-Labour  party as a banana republic.

But most of all I have seen, over decades, how a cynical political class has striven  not for integration and homogeneity but has - via a vast, costly,  multiculturalism industry staffed by  hypocritical, shit-eating, parasite careerists -  encouraged segregation, alienation,  intolerance, the ghetto and home-grown, flesh-shredding, limb-stealing, life-ending terrorism, in the name of the Prophet.
Peace and blessings be upon his name.