Londonistan: Migrants Expect More!

From Eritrea to Londonistan: Refugee’s 3,500 mile journey MAPPED but he expected ‘MORE from UK’

AN illegal immigrant given a taxpayer-funded home after sneaking into the UK in a deadly 3,500 mile journey said he expected Britain “to be better” than it is.

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The migrant crisis has seen coach loads of asylum seekers shipped in the Longford near Heathrow

The Eritrean fled persecution in his war-ravaged country, survived nearly drowning at sea, faced kidnap by ISIS, starvation and dehydration and made it to Britain by hanging on to the outside of a Eurostar train.

But he has turned his nose up at the UK and its goodwill by telling Express.co.uk he expected MORE from the country putting a roof over his head at the expense of the taxpayer.

Kabul has a railway station since 2011!

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Now they’re lining up to leave the country, to invade Europe. That’s right: It’s a bloody invasion.

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You think these Muslims are going to Europe to be …. good Germans, Brits, etc. ?

Immigration jihad, or hijrah, is the migration or journey of Muhammad and his followers from Mecca to Yathrib, later renamed by him to Medina, in the year 622 CE. It was after the hijrah that Muhammad for the first time became not just a preacher of religious ideas, but a political and military leader. That was what occasioned his new “revelations” exhorting his followers to commit violence against unbelievers. Significantly, the Islamic calendar counts the hijrah, not Muhammad’s birth or the occasion of his first “revelation,” as the beginning of Islam, implying that Islam is not fully itself without a political and military component. (Pamela Geller)

After every act of terror, dhimmified politclowns throw money at mosqueteers who promptly go into proselytising mode:

Australia celebrates National Mosque Open Day as it hopes to “’break down barriers of misconception” about Islam.

Australian mosques open doors to locals to ‘demystify’ Islam

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Muslim worshippers pray, during the holy month of Ramadan, in the Gallipoli Mosque located in the western Sydney suburb of Auburn, Australia, July 10, 2015. Picture taken July 10, 2015. Reuters/David Gray

According to ScottMorrison, there’s “no comfort” for terrorism and violence in any of the mosques he visited. He, however, admitted that the recent radical attack on NSW police employee Curtis Chang might have encouraged anti-Muslim sentiments. …

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More muslim murder and mayhem might have encouraged anti-muslim sentiments at International Business Times, By Sounak Mukhopadhyay, thanks to Mullah, pbuh

Australia celebrates National Mosque Open Day as it hopes to “’break down barriers of misconception” about Islam.

Australian mosques have opened doors to the public as Islamic leaders in the country hope to reduce misunderstandings about their religion. Fourteen mosques around Australia have invited locals in so that they may learn more about Islam.

According to Lebanese Muslim Association President Samier Dandan, extremist organisations like the Islamic State have maligned Islam’s reputation, and any “ignorance” among the public about the religion should be addressed.

“There’s never been a time more so than now that … any particular Islamic organisation needs to open up its doors to embrace all the different concerns and issues that currently do exist,” AAP quoted Dandan as saying outside Lakemba mosque on Saturday. “The only way to try and break down those misconceptions or that level of ignorance is through a dialogue.”

Labor leader Bill Shorten and Treasurer Scott Morrison visited the mosque in Sydney’s west on Saturday.

According to Morrison, there’s “no comfort” for terrorism and violence in any of the mosques he visited. He, however, admitted that the recent radical attack on NSW police employee Curtis Chang might have encouraged anti-Muslim sentiments.

LMA spokesman Zachary Rea believes non-Muslim Australians should also visit their local mosques and engage with religious leaders of Islam to aid the process of “demystifying the mosque.” Rea asked people to take their shoes off before going inside mosques. They can, however, leave their socks on or take those off.

“We ask people to come with an open mind and essentially enjoy the day and take advantage of it,” HuffingtonPost Australia quoted Rea as saying. “It’s about trying to promote cohesion within the community and society at large.”

21 thoughts on “Londonistan: Migrants Expect More!”

  1. MY REVIEW OF GLENFIDDICH 18 YR OLD SCOTCH WHISKY

    (A little off topic but what the hell…………)

    Seriously?

    Seriously?, you really want to know how this scotch tastes?

    I’ll tell ya!

    Its bloody great!

    I won’t go on with a bunch of self-absorbed, arrogant and pretentious garbage like “it pairs with this” or “it pairs with that” or it has “subtle notes of this and that”, or smells like a whore’s drawers, quite simply, its just a goddamned good single malt scotch whisky.

    In fact, its a great phucking whisky if you can afford it, and I can!!!!! And more than that, it stimulates the creative senses and inflames the genitals and makes you want to rob banks and put the top down and go for drives in the countryside with law enforcement and gunfire!!!!

    It’s best enjoyed in the company of real men.

    Like you and a bunch of yer friends gathered on a glacier, surrounded by wolves or on the top of some really big goddamned mountain you climbed just for the hell of it in the midst of a blinding godamned blizzard, and there you are, just a bunch of cold crazed bastards, pouring each other a few shots to celebrate your manliness all while you sing Viking war songs.

    Or with that same group of real men, not flimsy flamboyant downtown fudgepackers, but really really real men with beards and scars and tattoos, some of whom really have robbed banks and plotted coup d’etat’s and stuff and done prison time, and some of the others have killed bears and mountain lions and shit, and there you are just you and the men, sitting around a campfire or a living-room filled with books and leather furniture and paintings of naked pouting big bosomed women and stuff and talking about war and global conquest and trapping wolverines or that spectacular woman who’s vagina you set on fire with the friction of your massive, manly, magnificent, mesmerizing man-meat and how, after you set her vagina aflame, you used those flames to spark up your Cohiba Robusto Fino Cameroon….and then sat back and watched her as she, still mesmerized, cooked you up a blood soaked filet Mignon all the while, clad in her skimpy panties, she kept refilling your scotch glass whilst she vacuumed the house, did the dishes, made you a samich for later and then she wrote a poem dedicated to your magnificent, manly, massive man-meat. And then you cracked open another bottle of this gift from the Gods, grabbed this naughty maid and, until the sun came up, banged her until she was cross-eyed, limping and speaking Swahili !!!!

    Oh yeah………..so where was I?

    Oh right, Glennfiddich 18 year old??…..its a bloody good scotch, a little pricey, but worth it if you can afford it…..and best of all, Metrosexual Mangina’s hate it.

    All the bovine scatology aside, I’ve had a few bottles of this stuff and its bloody good!!!

    Go buy a quart of it now!!!!

    I’ll expect a full report later.

    Signed……

    Don Laird,
    Hater of Manginas, Metrosexuals, Fudgepackers and Muslims
    Alberta, Canada

  2. Let’s see. On boat for 5 hours. How Horrible. Illegal. Paid “A lot of Money”. Free Housing. 3 meals a day delivered. Stretch Limo.

    But no free cable TV. Internet, walking about money, or 14 year old British girl.

    What a truly terrible life he is forced to endure at our hands.

  3. Sorry……..the last one’s a classic, from Canada and the 80’s…….a time of wild-eyed, disease free, guilt free sex and self indulgence…

    Behold, Kim Mitchell and the incomparable……”All We Are”

    Don Laird
    Alberta, Canada

  4. Dude, there are hundreds of websites where you can give your opinion about whiskey, and ask people to watch your fave music video. Try to stay on topic here. Or drink a little less of that whiskey before you post. Nobody cares.

    1. @Torked

      Good idea, and while you’re on the subject of topics and speaking for everyone, perhaps you could post a comment with a little more substance and depth than your usual comments, forgive me Torked, but objectively; the equivalent of casual flatulence.

      Torked, I suppose you can take pride of authorship in this fine example of piercing, substantial, intellectual editorial commentary………you should, its yours.

      ……….”Mud Sh- Sh- Shark. Involving a band known as The Vanilla Fudge”……..(Torked, comment on “Susie Knows Islam”)

      So Torked, until you consistently provide blog comments the literary “on topic” equivalent of lets say, Oriana Fallacis’ “Sermon To The West”, perhaps you can spread the arrogance and condescension a little less thickly on your particular brand of toast.

      Before I go Torked, try, just try writing an essay of lets say, 7000 words. Something reasonably coherent, something of critical insight and analysis relating to the threat we face at the hands of the Muslim and its Islam. Then Torked, publish it to the internet in your real name, in full view of law enforcement and your Muslim enemies, taking full responsibility for your actions and writings, not quivering and hiding behind a cute little username all while young men and women, far better than you or I, are slaughtered on our streets.

      Or not.

      I suspect you’ll take the Avenue of Or Not………..

      On the other hand Torked the next time you encounter satire or a video link that displeases you to such depths do what most children learn to do at a very early age……say 1 or 2 years old……..ignore it.

      Food for thought n’est pas Torked?

      Don Laird
      Alberta, Canada

      1. @Torked……….

        Here, for your convenience, is Oriana Fallaci’s “Sermon To The West”

        Written by the author of “The Rage and The Pride” and “The Force of Reason”.

        With respect Torked, I strongly suggest you read both. Ms. Fallaci is dead now, but her words resonate like thunder.

        Don Laird
        Alberta, Canada
        ________________________________________________
        SERMON TO THE WEST

        I don’t hide. I never have. I stay at home because I like to stay at home, and at home I work. I have not appeared in public for at least ten years. No interviews, no TV.

        Why am I here, then? Because, since September 11, we are at war. Because the front line of that war is here, in America. Because when I was a war correspondent, I liked to be on the front line. And this time, in this war, I do not feel as a war correspondent. I feel as a soldier. The duty of a soldier is to fight. And to fight this war, I deploy a personal weapon. It is not a gun. It’s a small book, The Rage and The Pride.

        My soldier weapon is the weapon of truth. The truth that begins with the truth I maintain in these pages:

        “From Afghanistan to Sudan, from Palestine to Pakistan, from Malaysia to Iran, from Egypt to Iraq, from Algeria to Senegal, from Syria to Kenya, from Libya to Chad, from Lebanon to Morocco, from Indonesia to Yemen, from Saudi Arabia to Somalia, the hate for the West swells like a fire fed by the wind. And the followers of Islamic fundamentalism multiply like a protozoa of a cell which splits to become two cells then four then eight then sixteen then thirty-two to infinity. Those who are not aware of it only have to look at the images that the TV brings us every day. The multitudes that impregnate the streets of Islamabad, the squares of Nairobi, the mosques of Tehran. The ferocious faces, the threatening fists. The fires that burn the American flag and the photos of Bush.”

        “The clash between us and them is not a military clash. Oh, no. It is a cultural one, a religious one. And our military victories do not solve the offensive of Islamic terrorism. On the contrary, they encourage it. They exacerbate it, they multiply it. The worst is still to come.”

        President Bush has said, “We refuse to live in fear.”

        Beautiful sentence, very beautiful. I loved it! But inexact, Mr. President, because the West does live in fear. People are afraid to speak against the Islamic world. Afraid to offend, and to be punished for offending, the sons of Allah. You can insult the Christians, the Buddhists, the Hindus, the Jews. You can slander the Catholics, you can spit on the Madonna and Jesus Christ. But, woe betide the citizen who pronounces a word against the Islamic religion.

        My small book is not tender with Islam. In certain passages, it is even ferocious. But it is much more ferocious with us: with us Italians, us Europeans, us Americans.

        I call my book a sermon—addressed to the Italians, to the Europeans, the Westerners. And along with the rage, this sermon unchains the pride for their culture, my culture. That culture that in spite of its mistakes, its faults, even monstrosities, has given so much to the world. It has moved us from the tents of the deserts and the huts of the woods to the dignity of civilization. It has given us the concept of beauty, of morals, of freedom, of equality. It has made the unique conquest in the social field, in the realm of science. It has wiped out diseases.

        It has invented all the tools that make life easier and more intelligent, those tools that our enemy can also use, for instance, to kill us. It has brought us to the moon and to

        Mars, and this cannot be said of the other culture. A culture, which has produced and produces only religion, which in every sense imprisons women inside the burkah or the chador, which is never accompanied by a drop of freedom, a drop of democracy, which subjugates its people under theocratical, oppressive regimes.

        Socrates and Aristotle and Heraclitus were not mullahs. Jesus Christ, neither. Leonardo da Vinci and Michaelangelo, and Galileo, and Copernicus, and Newton and Pasteur and Einstein, the same.

        My book is also a j’accuse. To accuse us of cowardice, hypocrisy, laziness, moral misery, and of all that comes with that. The stupidity of the unbearable fad of political correctness, for instance. The paucity of our schools, our universities, our young people, people who often don’t even know the story of their country, the names Jefferson, Franklin, Robespierre, Napoleon, Garibaldi. And no understanding that freedom cannot exist without discipline, self-discipline.

        I accuse ourselves also of another crime: the loss of passion. Haven’t you understood what drives our enemies? What permits them to fight this war against us? The passion!

        They have passion! They have so much passion that they can die for it!

        Their leaders, too, of course. I met Khomeini. I discussed with him for more than six hours in calm, and I tell you that that man was a man of passion. I never met bin Laden. But I have well observed his eyes. I have well listened to his voice. And I tell you that that man is a man of passion. We have lost passion.

        Well, I have not. I boil with passion. I, too, am ready to die for passion. But around me, I see no passion. Even those who hate me and attack me and insult me do this without passion. They are mollusks, not men and women. And a civilization, a culture, cannot survive without passion, cannot be saved without passion. If the West does not wake up, if we do not refind passion, we are lost.

        To quote from my book:

        “The problem is that the solution does not depend upon the death of Osama bin Laden. Because the Osama bin Ladens are too many, by now: as cloned as the sheep of our research laboratories…. In fact, the best trained and the more intelligent do not stay in the Muslim countries… They stay in our own countries, in our cities, our universities, our business companies. They have excellent bonds with our churches, our banks, our televisions, our radios, our newspapers, our publishers, our academic organizations, our unions, our political parties…. Worse, they live in the heart of a society that hosts them without questioning their differences, with- out checking their bad intentions, without penalizing their sullen fanaticism.”

        [“I]f we continue to stay inert, they will become always more and more. They will demand always more and more, they will vex and boss us always more and more. ’Til the point of subduing us. Therefore, dealing with them is impossible. Attempting a dialogue, unthinkable. Showing indulgence, suicidal. And he or she who believes the contrary is a fool.”

        This is what I write about Europe: “Identical [are our] faults, the cowardices, the hypocrisies. Identical the blindness, the deafness, the lack of wisdom, the masochism…. Identical the ignorance and the lack of leadership that favors the Muslim invasion. Identical the fad of the Politically Correct that encourages it. To believe me, you only have to observe the financial club you proudly call European Union. A club that only serves to impose the rhetorical nonsense called common currency…to pay fabulous and undeserved salaries (tax free) to the members of its inept and useless Parliament….

        “A club that shelters more than 15 million sons of Allah and God knows how many of their terrorists… A club that fornicates like a whore with the Arab countries and fills its pockets with their filthy petrodollars. The same petrodollars with which the Saudi Uncle Scrooges buy our ancient palaces, our banks, our commercial and industrial firms. A club, moreover, that dares to speak of cultural similarities with the Middle East…. [Y]ou chatterers, you mentally retarded[!] Where the hell is the cultural similarity with the Middle East, you cretins, you silly clowns?!? At Mecca? At Bethlehem, at Gaza, at Damascus, at Beirut?!? At Cairo, at Tripoli, at Nairobi, at Tehran, at Baghdad, at Kabul?!?

        “When I was very young, about 17 or so, I longed so much for a united Europe! I came from a war in which the [Europeans] had pitilessly slaughtered each other: remember? The damned Second World War. Plunged up to his neck in the brand-new struggle, my father preached the European Federalism…. He held rallies, he spoke to the crowds, he chanted: ‘Europe! Europe! We must make Europe!’”

        “But this frustrating and disappointing and insignificant Financial Club…[with] its sons of Allah who want to erase my civilization, this European Union, which chatters of

        Cultural-Similarities-with-the-Middle-East and meanwhile ignores my beautiful language, meanwhile sacrifices my national identity, is not the Europe I dreamed of when my father chanted, Europe-Europe. It is not Europe. It is the suicide of Europe.”

        -Oriana Fallaci

      2. The Sheik himself made a reference to Frank Zappa. As a fellow musician, I made a return reference. I was having a little fun with the Sheik. The fact that you have no idea about the reference, although it did not involve you, obviously went right over your head.

  5. @SYM

    RE: ORIANA FALLACI

    Oriana Fallaci was a patriot and an author whose works were, in addition to being a literary tour de force, a prophetic clamouring of the darkest times to come.

    For that brilliance, for that patriotism, for that love of her country and culture she was vilified, persecuted and publicly mocked.

    Now dead, from that vantage point on the other side, Ms. Fallaci I doubt would take no pride in the manifestations of her prophecies but rather a true patriots accusatory finger of condemnation pointed directly at the hearts and souls of her treasonous and blindly stupid detractors.

    RIP Ms. Fallaci, you are sorely missed and fondly remembered.

    Wither now Italia?……..wither now.

    Don Laird
    Alberta, Canada

  6. So, you wrote a book? There is absolutely nothing about you or your book on the internet. I’m calling bullshit.

    1. @Torked………

      When I read your trollish taunts I was reminded of the musing of Abraham Lincoln as he pondered a soul as dull-witted as you Torked…….he said…..

      “Better to be suspected a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt”……..

      In the future Torked, I suggest you not arrive at a battle of wits unarmed, it’s embarrassing for us both.

      Now run along my young one, I’m sure there is an episode of the Simpsons or Dancing with the Stars on one of the 500 channels that will catch your fancy.

      Bon nuit.

      Don Laird
      Alberta, Canada

      1. Well, it is most certainly embarrassing for you. But I digress. DWTS or Simpsons? I do not own a television set. Young one? LOL. I retired when I was 58 years old, which was several years ago. 2 hitches in the U.S. Marines. Yes, while there were no wars going on. 33 years working for a DOD contractor with a Top Secret clearance and an Explosives Handler certification. And yes, I still have all my fingers.

  7. “Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt”. Abraham Lincoln, 16th president of U.S.

  8. Don, I dislike you, I know that you commented on Aaron Swartz case on Wired.com. You use the same vocabulary in that article just like in this one. Get a dictionary and look up new words! “Regards”
    Pnuemo. No I’m not going to disclose my name to you. You are not worth it.

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    CC on July 5, 2013 at 10:50 pm said:

    Laird is a blow-hard bully. He was a ranker in the army ’till they turfed him. Since then, when he aint drunk he runs around kickin up chit.

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    CC on July 5, 2013 at 11:18 pm said:

    here’e another piece of the low-life fascist’s “literature”. Man this dude is stupid.

    Don, I would still like a peek at your book. Please provide the title so that I can purchase a copy. Thank You!

      1. Sorry, Don. But you are just so easy to troll that it has lost it’s fun. You are a fat old alky that was booted from the military. Doing 10 pushups would kill you, and you have never written a book as you claim to have done. Even Gates Of Vienna has called you a fraud. Researching you has found people that call you a Blow Hard Bully and Alcoholic. And you apparently have a problem with the RCMP. They must have busted you for driving drunk, as intoxicated is your usual state. You, Sir, Are a pitiful loser in the game of life. I will not waste any more seconds in discourse with you.

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