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My London correspondent informs me that Wales is holding a national ‘Visit my mosque’ day. Note the wording. Visit my mosque. Not ‘my local mosque’, but ‘my mosque’. The message here is clear; it will soon be your mosque. And you had better be there for Friday prayers, because we know where you live, and we know where you live because most of your local councillors are Muslims.
Meanwhile, far from the valleys and rolling hills of Wales, in ultra-hip and sophisticated London, they are far too chi-chi to get involved in this kind of retrograde, mediaevalist nonsense. And it is London Fashion Week! This, for my non-British readers, is a celebration of the tailoring skills that once made England a centre of beautiful clothing – largely because of Jews - in the early part of the last century, possibly running a little behind Paris and Milan, but up there with the pack.
Oh no, hang on. It isn’t. It’s a strange, Felliniesque celebration of stupidity and ugliness, where men dress as ultra-bumboys – good name for a band – and women dress as particularly stupid and horrible men.
And now they have joined the queue to become shariah-compliant. A range of ‘modest style’ lines are being paraded at this moronic cattle-show as I write, intended to show the world what a wonderful thing it is for women to be forced into submission by men, ‘submission’ being, of course, the literal translation of ‘Islam’, which does not mean ‘peace’, as your lying leaders and their Islamic puppets – but when will they become the puppeteers? – will tell you.
Is it not strange that the Islamic world bases itself on the domination of women by men, while the Western world increasingly promotes the domination of men by women? But back to London Fashion Week, which might credibly be renamed London Fascist Week.
We are informed by various exotically named organisers of this modern Gomorrah that the Muslim market for clothing is the fastest growing in the world. Do you think the imam in the Welsh mosque that some poor bitch from Cardiff will be forced to send her children to visit believes that? Of course he fucking doesn’t. But, dimly, he will be aware that, to subjugate the kufr, you have to speak to them in their own language, the language of cheapness, tawdriness, nihilism, consumerism, and emptiness.
Of course, real people in the UK couldn’t give a fiddler’s fuck about London Fashion Week. But mediaworld, which is a bit like Wakanda for white people, frotters about it. They love proximity to anything that glitters and flashes and moves about. They are like kittens without the charm of kittens.
And it is the media, along with politicians, the public sector, academia, SJWs, Antifa, and the rest of the enemy agents, who are ushering in shariah, because they wish to be led, being Leftists, in the same way that the radical feminists of Europe, with their ‘Refugees welcome!’ placards, wished to be properly fucked, before being fucked up, because they are essentially rape fantasists.
If the leaders of the UK, and Europe as a whole, are not putting their best organisational resources into making its people shariah-compliant, they are doing a fucking convincing impression of people who are. The police are pictured making that strange ‘out’ cricket umpire gesture with the index finger more regularly than they were pictured dancing with fat black women at the Notting Hill Carnival in 1978. European women leaders wear the hijab whenever they host or visit Muslim potentates (although, to her credit, Marine Le Pen refused). There are shariah patrols operating in London who, as I had to tell some stupid queer here in Costa Rica, are far more dangerous than the US Christians he was obsessed with. You can’t walk dogs in some parts of London. The French are organising their housing benefits along the lines of Muslim law. Shariah. Coming soon to a town near you. Perhaps even your town. Interested? Or is there something good on TV?