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StMartinbellsmA big thank you to our undercover reporter London25_3 who filmed the following video that was taken earlier today in Whitechapel in the heart of what used to be London.

It was filmed outside the East London Mosque.  Pretty big isn't it, got some news for you, it is going to get much bigger.

For those of you not yet familiar with the Cult of the Dead Paedophile, the scenes that you will see in the video are repeated five times a day, seven days a week every week of the year, in ever increasing numbers of mosques around Our Country that are shooting up as the Curse of Islam spreads out from the inner cities. 

You can see even more disturbing images of what East London is like today and just how far the colonisation of our former capital city has progressed by going here.

Incidentally some of you older readers might remember this old poem entitled Oranges and Lemons that was originally written in the 1700'S about the Churches in East London.  Wonder how many of them are still churches and how many are now mosques.

Gay go up and gay go down,
To ring the bells of London town.

Oranges and lemons,
Say the bells of St. Clements.

Bull's eyes and targets,
Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's.

Brickbats and tiles,
Say the bells of St. Giles'.

Halfpence and farthings,
Say the bells of St. Martin's.

Pancakes and fritters,
Say the bells of St. Peter's.

Two sticks and an apple,
Say the bells of Whitechapel.

Pokers and tongs,
Say the bells of St. John's.

Kettles and pans,
Say the bells of St. Ann's.

Old Father Baldpate,
Say the slow bells of Aldgate.

You owe me ten shillings,
Say the bells of St. Helen's.

When will you pay me?
Say the bells of Old Bailey.

When I grow rich,
Say the bells of Shoreditch.

Pray when will that be?
Say the bells of Stepney.

I do not know,
Says the great bell of Bow.

Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.

Chop chop chop chop
The last man's dead!

I wonder if those last few verses are a glimpse into the future for the indigenous population, when Islamification of Our Country is complete?

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