Stop blowing stuff up!
January 2010
A few months ago some Polish people moved into my road. Five of them in fact. In one 2 bedroom bungalow. In the brief time they were there I thought they were nice enough and they always said hello and offered to do my plumbing and wash my car every time I saw them but I still viewed their residence with a certain amount of suspicion.You see I live in a nice house in a quiet part of town and the majority of my neighbours are old and consequently make no noise either. Immigrants are supposed to move into run-down, dingy and noisy areas where everyone in the neighbourhood owns a gun and has an ASBO so if people like this are now moving into nice areas like mine this doesn’t bode too well for the state of things.
Now I could probably bang on for hours about the irony of the Polish invading other countries but I think that might be a little too controversial even for me. It does, however, bring me neatly on to this month’s subject: Immigration.
Now I don't want to sound like a right-wing, fascist, BNP worshiping Nick Griffin lover because I don’t have a problem with foreigners coming into our Country. Most of them are decent enough people and want to make an honest living for themselves. Also, when it comes to travelling to other Countries and behaving like complete retards, the British have a pretty good record. Brainless football fans and alcohol abusing Ibiza goers are the first that spring to mind.
No, the problem I have is that hard working, tax paying, law abiding citizens like me are being robbed blind by this poor excuse for a government and are being told that we now have to work until we are 125 years old because the country has run out of money to give to illegal immigrants, criminals and slappers who have no control over their fannies!
The problem with this nation is that we are too soft. We make it far too easy for these people. I mean, why should they be given benefits? Why do most of them live in 3 bedroom semi-detached houses? Why don’t they have jobs? And why don’t half of them speak a word of English?
It has got to the point now where certain parts of London have road signs with those weird Arab hieroglyphs on so that Mr Mohamed can find out where he is supposed to blow himself up without needing to bother to learn English. Mosques are starting to appear in various places around the country too. I would love to see the reaction in Muslim countries if we started emigrating over there and began erecting English translated road signs and Christian churches while our women walked around in short skirts and bikinis. I’m sure that would go down like a cup of cold sick.
What makes me angrier than a Muslim in a sausage factory is when I hear stories of how little Achmed Abdul Junior gets out of taking part in school nativity plays because it is against his religion or how I’ve noticed that the Christmas cards I sent out last month have the words ‘Season's Greetings’ rather than ‘Merry Christmas’ now, presumably to avoid upsetting the terrorist community.
Now I’m sure there is a lot of fallacy in some of the above examples but my point is this: If I am a guest in someone else’s house, I abide by their rules. For instance, it is generally good manners to remove one's shoes when entering someone elses house. Personally I am happy to walk through my house with muddy shoes because it is my carpet and I am the one who has to clean up my own mess. If I walked into somebody else’s house and they told me to take my shoes off because they don’t want me walking the dog poo I just trod in through their expensive new carpet, I would.
The same rules should apply with immigration. You are effectively a guest in that country so why should you not be made to follow the rules and customs of that nation? It makes perfect sense to me. Apart from anything else it's good manners.
If I didn’t agree with the rules imposed on me anywhere, I would grit my teeth and bare it for as long as was necessary and then get the hell out of there. I wouldn’t stay and blow things up while simultaneously stirring racial hatred for my hosts.
It's these nanny state Nazi hippy types who cause most of this ambiguity. They shake their heads and criticize anything and everything without looking at the big picture. Look at the fuss some of these do-gooders made when the Yemeni authorities requested the arrest and extradition of Abu Hamza. They refused claiming that he wouldn’t get a fair trial and it would violate his human rights. What the hell? What about the human rights of Mr. and Mrs. John Smith who were born in good old Blighty? Mr. Hamza wouldn’t have thought twice about blowing them to tiny pieces. He spent most of his life convincing the weak willed that everyone in the West is an infidel and should die. Although personally I don’t know how anyone could possibly trust a man who blew up his own hands and lost and eye by trying to make a bomb... I guess the same worthless morons whose lives are so pointless they have nothing better to do than blow themselves up!
Jack Straw got into trouble a year or so back when he admitted that he often asked Muslim women if they would take their veils off when speaking to him. To bloody right! I would find it very difficult to trust anyone who felt the need to cover their face up when they were talking to me. Who knows what kind of faces they could be pulling at you under there and what do they have to hide? A strange growth on their face? A love bite? An Adam’s Apple?
As we enter the New Year I am filled once more with a sense of anticipation as to what this year may bring. There are so many unknowns and surprises that await me and no doubt some challenges. One thing I am sure won’t change, however, and that is that we will still be governed by a weak, pathetic and corrupt government and I’ll probably still wake up every day to the news that some religious fanatics have blown themselves up for the sake of some virgins.
Oh and on a lighter note, Happy New Year.
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