Starmer's "New British" - Third World Products of Incest, Prison and Madhouses
Unlimited Immigration Stuffing Britain Till it Bursts
In the 1970’s Communist teen-idol Fidel Castro emptied the jails and nuthouses of Cuba, packed an army of thugs into boats and sent them across the water to Miami. The crime epidemic that followed was immortalised in movies like Scarface. Today, French poodle Emmanuel Macron packs the crazies and leeches into boats and sends them to England. But these are not the unwanted scum of France -they are the collected worst of the third world, sucked out of Africa and Asia and pumped into europe by the Immigrant/Industrial Complex. Is there any real difference between the actions of El Comandante and President Frogspawn? Well, at least Castro wasn’t a pedo-friendly queer who got bullied by his husband.
Britain’s Cubanesque crimewave is gathering pace and so long as Macron’s English boyfriend keeps sending the cash, Manny will keep sending the sailor-boys. Hot tip for the Border Force whose job is apparently to help fill the UK up with uninvited nomads: Know how you spot the criminals and the loonies? They arrive without passports, skills or morals, demand free everything, laugh, piss all over the shop and feel up your kids.
What rare times we inhabit; whoever guessed we would live to see Britannia flat on her back, purse empty, face battered, legs splayed beneath a heaving scrum of drooling hyenas? Border Force, the entire dog-faced Labour cabinet and every human rights lawyer in the UK should be chained up in Wormwood Scrubs doing life for treason. Instead, our elite political class are swapping nude selfies on Wotsapp, buying agreeable second homes and banging their staff like Duracell rabbits. Westminster, you see, is a goat-fuck of democratically-elected post-millennial party-animals, with expense accounts burning a hole in their g-strings. Most nights you can scrape yourself up a free gram of Angel Dust from just the leftovers on toilet seats next the House of Commons bars. (Motto: We Never Close).
In such ways does the government strive to “reflect the community it serves”. Indeed, this lot imports the community it prefers. Every other major UK city has its share of swivel-eyed drug-addicted sex-perverts, out and proud on the streets. Naturally it is London’s job to lead by example and by golly they’re pulling out all the stops this summer. For migrants, things can only get better, and former occupants of the ill-fated Bell Hotel in Epping have just discovered that in DEI Britain the downtrodden can only fail upwards.
Finding the knuckle-dragging, far-right families of Essex unwilling to feed their daughters into the slavering jaws of cultural enrichment, His Majesty’s government has decided to uproot the entire shipload of highly qualified architects and re-settle them in a four-star hotel in Canary Wharf. Truly, diversity is its own reward. How many of you, dear readers, will be toppling into bed in a £469 -a-night hotel anytime soon? But it’s always summer in the Land of the Migrants where the only thing bigger than a teenager’s hotel bill is his lawyer’s hourly fees.
Speaking of which, yesterday in Liverpool Crown Court, one of a pair of Mohammeds (charged with beating ten bells out of the airport police in Manchester last year) explained that -looking back- he “wouldn’t change a thing” about his behaviour. Those who have sampled the said footage can only admire the novelty and optimism needed to adopt such an inflexible stance. It remains to be seen what the jury will make of Muhammed’s unwavering faith in his innocence.
”JE NE REGRETTE RIEN”
As about 20 million Youtube viewers are aware, the incident resulted in police officers requiring hospital treatment -following some remarkably selective release of CCTV footage which, in its original form, mysteriously omitted various scenes of quite extraordinarily violent behaviour. Muhammed Amaad (as opposed to his brother, Mohammed Amaaz) “maintained he was acting in self-defence during the incident at Manchester Airport last summer.”
Surely the standout feature of this trial is the downright incredible amount of time -almost a year- it has taken to reach court. We live, after all, in a country where merely shouting at a police dog can get you jailed within days -if you don’t tick any boxes on the DEI bingo card, that is.
But diversity justice in Liverpool is only taking its cue from London, where former Labour Counsellor Ricky Jones -of “we need to cut their throats and get rid of ‘em” fame- won’t see the inside of a courtroom until at least August 11 after the latest “delay”.
RICKY JONES
This raving far-left hate-monger has been on the hook for what might be interpreted as the most blatant example of murderous incitement in UK history, way back in July 2024. You would think that rallying a mob in a Walthamstow street to have your statement recorded in HD and broadcast to the entire planet was the fast-track to prosecution. The authorities should have assembled a cast-iron case in about three minutes flat. But police must reflect the community they serve -and Ricky is very much a community guy, once you get past the harmless throat-slitting rhetoric. The wheels of diversity justice go round, and round, and round, and where they stop nobody knows -except the too-tier queer and his muppet minions.
Meanwhile Britain’s official “most dangerous” jailbird, the gurning demon called Axel Rudakubana, has announced he will “kill again” to add to his list of obscene crimes which mysteriously includes no convictions for “terror” offences whatsoever, despite his possession of an Al-Qaeda manual and home-made Ricin.
The Southport savage remains keen to add to his tally of abominations, after the murders and mutilations he inflicted on a roomful of innocent children and their horrified families. Following his latest attack on prison staff, this rabid animal now requires a five-guard escort if leaving his cell for any purpose, sending the cost of his pointless existence spiralling into what will ultimately be several millions. His cartoonish evil and irrefutable guilt screams for immediate execution; the absence of a death penalty in our judicial system mocks the very concept of justice.
But mockery is the name of the game in far-left Britain, where the most vile, most criminal, most worthless and most expensive drones ever to crawl the earth are shepherded in like princes and feted like heroes. There is a mighty judgement coming and one way or another the price of this alien occupation will be paid in blood.
Written by Ian Andrew-Patrick