Living with our Moslems in Britain

.Imagine my surprise when I returned to England and found it had been moved a couple of thousand miles south and now perched on the edge of the Sahara!

Mexico had been the home of choice for many years, before that, the USA and Australia. When I left the UK is was inhabited by about 40 million morose white men waiting to go on strike.

It hadn’t changed in most respects when I returned in 2003, except the faces in the job centers, post offices and chippies were now…well, not jet black, but distinctly dark. The bankers remained predominately white…I say no more.

Britain had become, -O joy - multicultural, and you put up or shut up; not PC to complain. The racist plod (cops) would ‘ave yer in a minute (while the crooks look on helpless with mirth).

But in the pubs - with a covert look around - and in the family home they were called “Sand Niggers,” “Rag-Heads,” “Camel Jockeys;” and all the rest; we, the Brits, didn’t mind the West Indians and African black people so much and we don’t have all the words you can find in the ‘States to denigrate them.

Unhappily for all concerned, most terrorist attacks can be traced to Moslem countries, along with assists from deranged idiots from other lands. The fact that 99% of resident Moslems in Britain are not terrorists and do not support them, goes unnoticed.

Rather like ordinary people who live in places dominated by El Qaeda and the Taliban, Moslems in Britain are frightened to condemn too publicly their radicalized fellows. So we get the impression sometimes we are living with a hostile race who would do us down in a second.

It’s not ideal. We are all living in caves in the deep recesses of our minds; we are controlled by thoughts of claw and fang and mastodon thigh-bone club that kept wanderers from the home cave in 10,000 BC - or earlier. We can and do smother racism, but we will never eliminate it completely for several more generations, until the differences of color, culture and language have disappeared, melded into one entity - maybe the mocha colored British of 2200, or so,

If only we would try to get to know these implants better. They have a lot to teach us, and I can understand - though not agree with - the desire of some to see Sharia Law in Europe.

Go into the typical Moslem home, like the one of my friends, Shoaib and Nasima own, (he’s from Pakistan, she from Bangladesh).

The place smells of curry! Ok, that’s a given in an Asian home. But the 15 and 12 year-old girls are home studying and watching TV with the family. Every day. They’re not running the streets, with their ears and heads stuck into mobile phones or I-pods, much less drinking, smoking and piercing their bodies with tattoos and metal studs. They are quiet, lovely and intelligent. Their use of our language (the kids) is cultured and melodious. The sound of the awful Essex Cockney soon fade…wow, they even pronounce the “t” in words. One or the other offers ME tea as soon as I arrive.

There is a harmony I find in few British homes. Sorry, my countrymen, it is too true.

How many Moslems do you see drunk on the streets, being hustled into police wagons, an ugly fag hanging stupidly from slack mouths, the very epitome of desperation and degeneration? Especially as at least half are young girls. Sure, there are some, (but never women), but can you wonder how the majority of these immigrants must judge the British when they see to what level we have descended in 2012?

“It’s our country, mate, if you doan’ like it, piss off home!” That is the mantra of stupidity in Britain. The point is, for nearly all, Britain IS their home: the are legal immigrants or born here and are as British as you and I. And why should they emulate a race they see as morally bankrupt?

Should we not look into their lives and, in many cases, emulate them?

Terrorism is another thing entirely; their races are damned with this tar-brush, although most are as innocent as the host peoples. But the way to fight this is not with armies marching all over their lands and dropping bombs on all and sundry. With far simpler weapons, sure, but this is where the problem began in the Middle Ages with the Crusades.

We will stand a far better chance of removing the hatred from Moslem hearts and minds if we attempt a rapprochement with out new citizens. There was an awful title in use among many hate-filled white citizens in North America, mainly in the South. It was “Nigger Lover,” and acid fills my mouth as I write this.

We don’t have the equivalent expression in Britain for white supporters of our African, West Indian, or Moslem people. Thank goodness. But if we did, you could accurately call me one…maybe Paris, Texas, won’t welcome me any more! (I can’t wait to see the comments!)