One word: Banglatrash. With all the mental baggage of the Mohammedan headchopper. I might lack the ‘nuance’ to tell the difference between him an brother Anjem, if you find it, please let me know.

At the weekend I had the pleasure of debating on TV with the BBC’s new pet Islamist, Dilly Hussain.
Dilly was saying — to a chorus of approval from his fellow panelists (bar me) — that he found nothing to be proud of in British history. Despite having been born here — the son of Bangladeshi immigrants – he could see only bad things in Britain’s historical record: such as the Bengali famine, which he blamed on Winston Churchill, and the breakup of the Ottoman Empire, in which he claimed to take more “pride and honour” than he did in the British one.
Perhaps I is racist or Islamophobic, innit, but I must confess that at no point during Dilly’s contributions did I get the impression of a luminous intelligence pronouncing from a position of deep knowledge and authority.



























And they are not joking, because Islam is a serious matter:









