UK: The Political Class Is Deceiving The People

Elite political class has LIED to us about immigration

says LEO MCKINSTRY

Just as the ruling metropolitan elitists want to destroy our national independence through subjugation to the EU so they seek to obliterate our national identity through mass immigration and multiculturalism.

Slowly, the truth is seeping through:

Tony Bliar was a dangerous ideologue obsessed with the destruction of British heritage. No modern British prime minister has ever inflicted such irreversible damage on our society as Blair.

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GETTYDavid Cameron has failed to protect the integrity of our country
The latest figures show how far they have succeeded in this gigantic social engineering project. The foreign influx is still running at a phenomenal level, with no fewer than 617,000 immigrants having settled here in the year to September 2015.
According to the Office of National Statistics there are now 8.2million people living in Britain who were born abroad, accounting for 13 per cent of the entire population. Due to uncontrolled immigration, large parts of our country have been utterly transformed during the past decade.

North-west Leicestershire, for instance, saw a 700 per cent increase in its foreign-born population over that period. It is not surprising that many British citizens now feel like aliens in their own land.

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Tony BlairGETTYNo modern British prime minister has ever inflicted such irreversible damage on our society as Blair

The tragedy of this unending revolution is that no one ever voted for it. No party ever stood on a platform of wide open borders and relentless demographic upheaval. No politician ever sought approval to turn our neighbourhoods into extensions of Pakistan, Nigeria or Romania.

Mass immigration has imposed an intolerable burden, shattering social cohesion, undermining solidarity and stretching public services to breaking point 

The change was ruthlessly imposed without any mandate. The story of the immigration catastrophe is one of deceit and betrayal. Both were practised on an epic scale by the last Labour Government, which came to power in 1997 with a promise to maintain “firm control over immigration”.But once in office under Tony Blair the party moved in exactly the opposite direction. T he floodgates were opened. British passports, student visas, and work permits were dished out like confetti while restrictions on bringing relatives to the UK were lifted.In one particularly cynical move, more than 300,000 asylum seekers were reclassified as economic migrants and allowed to stay in the country. The idea that Blair was a moderate is one of greatest myths of our time.

In reality he was a dangerous ideologue obsessed with the destruction of our heritage. No modern British prime minister has ever inflicted such irreversible damage on our society as Blair.

Yet he always tried to keep the truth hidden, as can be seen in Labour’s 2005 manifesto, which was filled with brazen spin.

“We will ensure that only skilled workers are allowed to settle in the UK,” read one passage, a line almost as laughable as Gordon Brown’s pledge of “British jobs for British workers”.

Labour embraced mass immigration partly because of partisan advantage since more than 70 per cent of migrants vote Labour and partly because a neurotic obsession with cultural diversity, where the very concept of pride in Britain was held to be a form of xenophobia.

Indeed, the Labour appointed Committee on the Future of Multi-Ethnic Britain stated in 2000 that the term “British” had “racist connotations” and that British history should be “revised, rethought and jettisoned”.

But the extraordinary feature of the immigration saga is that the present Conservative Government has continued with Labour’s disastrous policies. David Cameron promised in 2010 to reduce net migration “to the tens of thousands” yet the numbers have risen dramatically.

The Tory charade on immigration is embodied in the ineffectual Home Secretary Theresa May whose tough rhetoric is never matched by concrete achievements.

Last year she rightly told the Tory conference that mass immigration “made it impossible to build a cohesive society”, yet now she declares her support for the EU, one of the prime generators of the current influx.

The official statistics on immigration may be as illusory as Ms May’s executive rigour. We are told that 265,000 EU migrants came to Britain last year yet the Government admits that at least 630,000 EU arrivals were issued with National Insurance numbers in the past 12 months.

Similarly, the overall total of 828,000 National Insurance numbers doled out to all foreigners last year is far higher than the official migrant influx of 617,000. British people know the truth.

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The Tory charade on immigration is embodied in the ineffectual Home Secretary Theresa May
Mass immigration has imposed an intolerable burden, shattering social cohesion, undermining solidarity and stretching public services to breaking point. Our society is now scarred by imported terrorism and extremism, ballot box fraud, brutal misogyny, gangland violence and divisive identity politics.Just as fallacious is the pretence that mass immigration boosts our prosperity. The latest statistics show that only 47 per cent of last year’s migrants came here to work, many of them preferring to sponge off our welfare system.It has now been revealed that British taxpayers have to fork out a colossal £868million a year just in benefits for jobless EU migrants while another recent study showed that more half of all the homeless on our streets were born overseas.

But then Cameron and his allies have demonstrated little respect for our country’s integrity as is proved by their discreditable campaign to keep us in the EU.

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  1. REPOST……..

    THESE ARE THE FACES OF THE CHILDREN……..

    Its funny, whenever you hear a Muslim talk about Islam the thing that strikes one the hardest, for those with insight into Islam and the truth of the same, is the contrast between reality and the stunning lies that fall out of their mouths.

    In spite of overwhelming evidence to the contrary Muslims call their political ideology, Islam, a religion, a religion of “peace” no less.

    In spite of overwhelming evidence to the contrary Muslims tell us of their love for the weakest amongst their own, and from the death and madness that reflects from that murderously obscene departure from the truth can be found another grotesque reflection, as through their clenched teeth, they hiss of their “love” for non-Muslims.

    Those Muslim lies, that poisonous black-hearted Muslim reality is, more often than not, reflected on those who bear the greatest burden of the poison of Islam, reflected on the faces of Muslim children.

    These faces, some as yet unstained with the harsh reality of Islam, reflect trust, love, mirth, wonder, expectation and the simplicity and joy of childhood. Unfortunately they will not remain this way for long, for in their future awaits a predator of the human soul, awaits the grotesque, awaits the mind numbing, awaits the hateful and the disfiguring, in their future awaits the love of Muhammad.

    These are the faces of children, unsuspecting and oblivious, children who will meet the purest manifestation of poison, of sickness and of evil, these are the children who will meet Islam.

    These are the faces of little girls who will spend their childhoods learning that they are worth less than domestic livestock.

    These are the faces of little girls who will learn that for a bodily function as normal as a heartbeat, their menstruation, they are the most vile, loathsome filth on the planet, reviled by even God himself.

    These are the faces of little girls who will lead lives of grinding poverty and servitude, lives completely devoid of one shred of joy, lives in which laughter is little more than a distant echo, a taunting echo reminding them of innocence lost.

    These are the faces of little girls that, for the heinous crime of seeking the joys and wondrous enlightenment of education, will melt and burn as they are splashed with acid.

    These are the faces of little girls who, stunned, bewildered, will pack their meager belongings and be sent off to join their new owners their parents sold them to.

    These are the faces of little girls who, at tender prepubescent ages will, in accordance with the dictates of the mass murdering pedophile Muhammad, be married off to men in their 50’s and 60’s, where on their “wedding night”, miles from their villages, their screams of agony will shatter the night air as they are violently sodomized and raped by grunting, drooling Muslim husbands.

    These are the faces, the bright shining faces of little girls who, as Muslim wives, leading lives of quiet desperation, will, for the crime of lacking in domestic skill or failing to bend over and hike their skirts fast enough for the Muslim master of the house, be dragged outside, held down and have their ears and noses sliced off with a knife.

    These are the faces of little girls, little girls who had the misfortune of being born female in the world of Muslims, and they will pay for that mistake by running, from cradle to grave, a gauntlet of violence, depravity, misery, brutality, indifference, servitude, grovelling deference, illiteracy, malnutrition and premature death, in other words, they will live their lives according to the sadistic will of Muhammad.

    These are the faces of little girls, little girls who will grow into women, and as
    women will, wrapped in suffocating cloth and scurrying like frightened mice from crevice to darkened alleyway, live lives as little more than life-support systems for vaginas and wombs, wombs become little more than arms factories.

    These are the faces of little girls, little girls who, having no place left to turn, having nothing left to give, having no spot on their bodies unbruised by the love of Islam, little girls who will douse themselves with gasoline and self-immolate and, if they are lucky, will die, and if not, as reflected in hospitals across the Muslim world, will spend their last earthly moments in tortuous agony, begging, praying every moment for the merciful release that is their death.

    These are the faces of little boys, little boys who will be taught that their sisters and mothers are little more than human garbage.

    These are the faces of little boys who, burying their faces in pillows and covering their ears, will still hear the crunch as the fists of Muslim fathers meets the flesh of their mothers faces, as Muhammad’s law is dispensed.

    These are the faces of little boys who will bear witness to their fathers and brothers as they mutilate the bodies and faces of their sisters and mothers.

    These are the faces of little boys, incarcerated in madrassas, who, through forced mind numbing repetitive recitation, will spend their days and nights being poisoned by the sickness of the madman Muhammad as reflected in the netherworld lunacy of the Koran.

    These are the faces of little boys that will reflect confusion as they are told to dress in women’s clothing and dance an erotic Bacha Bazi dance for the pleasure of leering Muslim pedophiles, for the pleasure of Muhammad and his men.

    These are the faces of little boys, faces that will contort in agony and beg deliverance as they are treated to a post-dance evening of rape, forced oral sex and sodomy as they are passed from Muslim man to Muslim man.

    These are the faces of little boys, faces of little boys that will render pink with their mother’s arterial spray as her head is removed for the convenient contrivance of crime of adultery or blasphemy.

    These are the faces of little boys who, with rumbling tummies, will be told the blackest of lies, will be told fabrications by the quintessential pimps of madness and hate; conniving mullahs and imams, truly, the blackest of liars to ever walk the face of the earth.

    These are the faces of little boys who will be told that a better life awaits them after death, a life of riches, a life of plenty and ease, a life filled with fawning virgins and sumptuous feasts, all at their leisure and simply for their pleasure, if only, if only, if only they will perform this one small favour for Allah.

    These are the faces of little boys that will be beaded with sweat as, their nervous fingers fumbling, they close the locks and hasps of the explosive vest placed on them with expertise by their own fathers and mothers, all under the approving gaze of the leering reptiles; mullahs and imams.

    These are the faces of little boys, little boys beguiled with the hypnotic and soothing reassurances, little boys who will wander through the marketplace, the moment of their death, a cell phone, a cell phone held in the grasping hands of mullahs and imams.

    These are the faces of little boys, faces that will, in a deafening roar, in a blinding flash of light, in the sweetest agony of a life taking shower of glass and razor sharp shrapnel, as that number is dialed on the cell phone, simply evaporate, borne away on a river of blood and despair, borne away on a cowardly, murderous lie.

    These are the children of Islam, children who never had a chance.

    I had a thought, if I could grab every one of these kids, sweep them up in my arms and dash them off to safety, ahhhhh what the hell, it was just a thought.

    Ladies and Gentlemen, there is no joy in the world tonight for the love of Islam stalks the streets and alleyways.

    Food for thought, catalyst for action.

    Don Laird
    Alberta, Canada

    https://youtu.be/_CBOUpqTNWk

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