So, ninety percent of the electorate don’t bother to turn
out to vote for a new Inter-Planetary Press and Police Complaints Commissionaire,
Maître-Doorman, or whatever the fuck they were being asked to select. Has it
occurred to politicians that nobody really gives a fig any more? Maybe the
muslims are on the right track after all; democracy is dead as a door nail and
trying to use it to legitimise an election which can now be won by the pitching
up of Mam, Dad, Uncle Kev and Aunty Dor’ at the polling booth of a Thursday
evening is as valid as pretending Popes can perform miracles.
It’s all very well organising things in accordance with
the will of the majority, but let’s be frank, the majority couldn’t give a fuck
what happens just so long as they can get off their tits of a weekend and have
their battle scars patched up by the NHS free, gratis and for nothing, thank
you very much. In fact, given the proven ability of committees to fuck things
up far more effectively than any one, sane decision-maker, effectively making
the entire country a committee of millions it’s a wonder anything ever gets done
at all…
Or looked at another, rational, way, it’s no wonder at
all that we’re in the depths of shit we’re currently wading through. The Middle
East badly need a few ruthless dictators back in power to quell the squabbling medievals;
somehow the world was a more peaceful place when people were left alone to
persecute each other in their own places of origin, rather than be allowed to
swan about inflicting confusion and bloodshed in the name of cultural
enrichment.
Clearly, humans do not play well with other children and
must be separated for their own good. The new Terror ASBOs are not going to do
that. They want an islamic state, then let them have one and make them stay
there, because the only way of controlling the jihadists is by the methods they
use to control others. And given that in a supposedly civilised country we don’t
do that sort of thing, surely our only answer is to export our national HR
problem by outsourcing it to where they can.
The good news is that it turns out islam isn’t a one-size
fits all deal. Despite their insistence that the one true allah is merciful,
there must be several such allahs, for each one favours a different type of warped
superstition and appears to decree death to the rest: Sunni-Delights, Shia LaBeoufs,
Wahhabi Waffles, Sufi Succotash the various allahs preside over a marvellously
divided bunch of misfits. So, this gives me an idea.
Round ‘em up, divide them into their sectarian groups,
load them into troop planes and fly them all back to not quite where they
belong. Give them a choice of parachute or not, but either way, drop them over
a different group’s territory. Do the same with all the hysterical lefty
supporters of Hamas – they can choose which type of lovely islam they want to
live with. Repeat until the only muslims who remain in Britain are the hitherto
silent and largely mythical ‘moderate’ ones and all of the lefties have shut
the fuck up. I can see no downsides apart from the loss of a few thousand
parachutes.
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