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Thanks for posting that.

Coming to an American City soon?

Anyone know what the UK = to CAIR is?

Oiao, I think it's called the "Parliament".

Death to anyone who says Islam isn't a peaceful religion, right?

Thanks PabloD - I needed a good laugh.

Oddly enough there is something called the Muslim Parliament of Great Britain. I don't recall them ever holding elections. Then there's the Muslim Public Affairs Committee.

They act like a tag team, sort of two mini-cairs instead of one big one.

Will the drunken British soccer fans rise up and save their nation when the Muslims start taking their booze away from them?

Will the Scots save their whiskey?

Or will it remain to the Irish to get pissed off and save Britannia when Islam starts to infest and infect the Green Isle?

So when will the spirit of "We're not gonna' take it!" - portrayed in the movie version of "Tommy" - kick in?

Or will it take a combined effort of the "children of Britannia" - the United States, Canada, Australia, and New Zealand - to lift her to her feet again?

During the dark days of early WWII, the United States and Canada had discussions about "what to do with Britain's navy", should Germany have won the "Battle of Britain", which pissed of Churchill (and which may have contributed to his fighting spirit). Do Canada and the U.S. need to have some contigency plans about removing any nuclear weapons from British soil and what to do about their navy (and when to do it) when Islamism reaches a certain point of malignancy?

Maybe it will start with the Monty Pythonesque words "I'm not dead yet.".

London is on its way to becoming another Detroit.

It has been said that the "Children of England will never be slaves". But after seeing that I have to wonder.

How soon will things like that be seen in the streets of the US?

Oiao,

I think MPACUK would be similar, but they are actually worse than CAIR. Here's the headline item from their webpage yesterday:

"Israeli Army Raid & Loot Hebron Orphanage"

BTW, the embedded video was suspended when I tried to watch it, so it must be a good one. Is they our buddy Izzadeen? I thought he was finally in jail?

England, Land of Liberalism and Tolerance-Above-All-Else has sold its soul to the devil.

They cannot fly their Union Jack because Pakistanis claimed they found it threatening. It can only be kept in a case and displayed in the home. To do otherwise is a fineable offense. Can you imagine being fined for flying the Stars and Stripes? It could happen, folks.

And of course...no guns allowed. We've been holding that one at bay ourselves. But it could easily happen here too. Constitution be damned, right?

IN EXTENDED observation of the ways and works of man,
From the Four-mile Radius roughly to the Plains of Hindustan:
I have drunk with mixed assemblies, seen the racial ruction rise,
And the men of half Creation damning half Creation’s eyes.

I have watched them in their tantrums, all that pentecostal crew,
French, Italian, Arab, Spaniard, Dutch and Greek, and Russ and Jew,
Celt and savage, buff and ochre, cream and yellow, mauve and white;
But it never really mattered till the English grew polite;

Till the men with polished toppers, till the men in long frockcoats,
Till the men who do not duel, till the men who war with votes,
Till the breed that take their pleasures as Saint Lawrence took his grid,
Began to “beg your pardon” and—the knowing croupier hid.

Then the bandsmen with their fiddles, and the girls that bring the beer,
Felt the psychologic moment, left the lit casino clear;
But the uninstructed alien, from the Teuton to the Gaul,
Was entrapped, once more, my country, by that suave, deceptive drawl.

--- --- --- ---

As it was in ancient Suez or ‘neath wilder, milder skies,
I “observe with apprehension” when the racial ructions rise;
And with keener apprehension, if I read the times aright,
Hear the old casino order: “Watch your man, but be polite.

“Keep your temper. Never answer (that was why they spat and swore).
Don’t hit first, but move together (there’s no hurry) to the door.
Back to back, and facing outward while the linguist tells ’em how—
“Nous sommes allong ar notre batteau, nous ne voulong pas un row.”’

So the hard, pent rage ate inward, till some idiot went too far . . .
“Let’em have it!” and they had it, and the same was merry war.
Fist, umbrella, cane, decanter, lamp and beer-mug, chair and boot—
Till behind the fleeing legions rose the long, hoarse yell for loot.

Then the oil-cloth with its numbers, like a banner fluttered free;
Then the grand piano cantered, on three castors, down the quay;
White, and breathing through their nostrils, silent, systematic, swift—
They removed, effaced, abolished all that man could heave or lift.

Oh, my country, bless the training that from cot to castle runs—
The pitfall of the stranger but the bulwark of thy sons—
Measured speech and ordered action, sluggish soul and unperturbed,
Till we wake our Island-Devil—nowise cool for being curbed!

When the heir of all the ages “has the honour to remain,”
When he will not hear an insult, though men make it ne’er so plain,
When his lips are schooled to meekness. when his back is bowed to blows
Well the keen aas-vogels know it—well the waiting jackal knows.

Build on the flanks of Etna where the sullen smoke-puffs float—
Or bathe in tropic waters where the lean fin dogs the boat—
Cock the gun that is not loaded, cook the frozen dynamite—
But oh, beware my Country, when my Country grows polite!

-Kipling - Et Dona Ferentes

While Izzadeen terrorizes the streets of England and Aglican priests are being beaten, the Queen is putting on a hijab to visit a Turkish mosque. The knee-length dress is scandalous, but they apparently made an exception because she's the Queen - tolerance and moderation...

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/7401599.stm

I periodically chat with moonbats from Britain who tell me I'm overreacting when I say they will eventually be ruled by Islam. They remind me of the band playing as the Titanic went down.

At 2:16, then again at 2:27, someone says, "Let's go to the mosque."

I wonder why? Reinforcements? A place to hide if the bobbies come reigning down?

Refuter Of Liberal Vermin,

The music is playing, and the elected officials are just rearranging the deck chairs........

-Kipling - Et Dona Ferentes

Posted by: Archonix at May 14, 2008 10:45 AM

I enjoyed that, thank you. Gotta love Kipling, especially in times like these.

I bet my neighbors would think I'm crazy (prahaps KNOW it) if I started flying the Union Jack with a black sash draped on it. I can feel my English and Irish ancestry mourn the loss.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HEzIdMdmx0A

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OZLV9LDIdv8