Buy Mohammed a pint and a pork pie

England’s green and pleasant land: but which sort of green?

In this year’s edition of my now-traditional and legendarily pompous Yuletide Broadcast to the Commonwealth I scribbled: “I don’t intend to stop insulting them and fighting them however I lawfully can and neither, I’m sure, will you.”

Me quoting me. How good is that?

One way I have done that and I suggest that if you’ve got a few quid left here or there after Crimbo but before the sales something you might also do is to support IKWRO that supports Iranian, Afghan and Kurdish women living in the UK and affected by forced marriage, ‘honour’ based violence, female genital mutilation and domestic abuse.

I suppose they couldn’t call it Muslim Women Victims of the Islamosavages – not given this little piece linked to by Julia in Orphans of Liberty:

HORRIFYING LINK HERE.

"The picture is horrific. Aisha’s beautiful eyes stare hauntingly back at you above the mangled hole that was once her nose. Some of my students could not even raise their eyes to look at it. I could see that many were experiencing deep emotions.
But I was not prepared for their reaction.
I had expected strong aversion; but that’s not what I got. Instead, they became confused. They seemed not to know what to think. They spoke timorously, afraid to make any moral judgment at all. They were unwilling to criticize any situation originating in a different culture.
They said, “Well, we might not like it, but maybe over there it’s okay.” One student said, “I don’t feel anything at all; I see lots of this kind of stuff .”

Another said (with no consciousness of self-contradiction), “It’s just wrong to judge other cultures.”

I know that IKWRO does, sometimes, help illegal immigrants stay here (no-one’s perfect) but really while they’re here doesn’t Britain; the abolisher of the transatlantic slave trade and the imperial suppressor of suttee owe it to its own civilised history and self-respect to have such human beings treated as human beings as long as they are here – rather than as cattle or other property to be branded or butchered at will?  

After we’ve just spent a festival celebrating the idea that the weak and the helpless ought to be cared for and in which all people, regardless of race or sex or status are human beings, and here’s a chance to make it just a little bit real in Britain.

Now I’m not a violent man and therefore I’m never going to do what I want to do which is to fill up the mouths of these goat-smelling daughter-selling, cousin-marrying, sister-strangling, clitoris-cutting head-bagging inbred six-a-day head-banging barbarian baboons with minced pork and bury them alive in pig shit with the Koran stuffed up their arses and with their aforesaid rectums facing Mecca.

I hope you feel the same about violence as I do and that you do something more or less like what I actually did and put three quid or more (I gave a tenner, tight sod that I am) to help poor noseless Aisha’s sisters here in the green and pleasant land.

Look at that horrifying link and tell yourself you can’t afford three quid or more here, to buy Mohammed a pint and a pork pie.



Picture from here.