Written by flyer

 

I remember when I first decided to leave England permanently, I didn’t really want to. I love Britain, it was once the best place in the world to live. However, I’d had more than enough of Tony Blair and the European Union, twenty years ago I had no idea or hope that we’d one day leave.

The last few weeks and days before my final departure were a lot of fun. I travelled all over the country visiting friends and relatives, visits that more often than not ended up in a pub where everybody wished me the best of luck. I’d spent my life travelling but always knew that I was coming home, this time was going to be different.

The good times continued until I left for Heathrow airport. I stopped at the bar in the departure lounge for a final English pint before boarding my plane. Then the plane prepared for departure and as the door shut I realised that all of my friends and family were gone from my daily life for good and that is a strange feeling. I knew there would be cards and emails but I was going a long way away and it wouldn’t be the same. I had a new life to start and it was a daunting prospect at my age.

I think this kind of change is easier to handle for younger people but I was already getting on a bit and set in my ways. For the first time in my life I found out what it was like to be homesick. In spite of all this, I had a job to go to, colleagues to socialise with, plenty of money to buy a house and enjoy the opportunities that I would never have had back home. Still, this was a very difficult time in my life.

If it was difficult for me, can you imagine what it must be like for people from totally alien cultures, relatively uneducated, barely able to speak the language and with none of the opportunities that I had. There is no telling how these people will react when they find out that the streets of the west aren’t paved with gold, even if we do put them up in four star hotels. It is something that will have to end one day. 

This is one of the things that I’ve been trying to highlight in my last two articles: “The Virtue Industry” and “Of Virtue and Manure”: the vast difference between our culture and the cultures of those that turn up on our shores.

In my last article I mentioned the recent terror attack in Auckland NZ. Now new details have emerged, along with the identity of the now dead terrorist:

“Auckland mall terrorist attack: ‘Lone wolf’ Isis supporter identified as Sri Lankan refugee Ahamed Aathil Mohamed Samsudeen; Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern responds” (link

A Sri Lankan refugee who felt isolated, lonely and dissatisfied, thus easily radicalised. As much as I can understand this because of the vast cultural differences, he was always going to be unsuitable for life in a Western country. Where I had embraced a new life and taken advantage of new opportunities, this man decided to kill the people that welcomed him and tried to provide him with a new life and opportunities.

My native country has a net immigration equivalent to one new major city each year, now probably around seventy thousand illegal, mainly military aged men that have arrived by boat and claiming to be refugees. In addition the arrival of thirty thousand Afghans is imminent but there’s no knowing what the final number will be.

The vast majority of the above migrants will be no more suitable for a life in the west than the Sri Lankan terrorist Ahamed Aathil Mohamed Samsudeen. When mass immigration into our country started many years ago we were promised integration and cultural enrichment. Integration is nowhere to be seen and the enrichment is just not the kind of enrichment that any sane Brit would want.

What happened in Auckland is nothing new, it’s something that has been happening all over the western world for some time but we still have tens of thousands of new arrivals to be disillusioned and dissatisfied. Some will have arrived as seasoned terrorists and Jihadis, others will be radicalised after arrival as was Samusudeen but it will all end up as blood on our streets.

We are now bearing the fruits of the insane doctrine of multiculturalism, it never has worked and never can work. In the coming years, those of us that have survived will probably all have lost friends, relatives and children to this insane doctrine of multiculturalism, a doctrine propagated by virtue signaling and treasonous politicians.

It seems that globalism pays and our politicians were only too keen and ready to sell us out. They covered their betrayal and greed behind a smoke screen of virtue and false promises before many of them went on to a very comfortable retirement where they suddenly became inexplicably very wealthy.

Our future looks bleak, our once fine and civilised country is, with increasing rapidity, being turned into a dystopian, violent, polarised and bankrupt third world hell, the kind of hell that most of these immigrants are trying to escape.

When most of us learn where we’re headed, face a poor and bleak future, grieve for our lost loved ones and children, it is important that we remember just who we have to blame for this.

A government’s first job is the defence of the country and its citizens. This present one is a sick joke. If this isn’t treason then I just don’t know what constitutes treason anymore.

 

 

 

 

 

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