Wandering aimlessly around the supermarket being subjected to an infernal racket that was masquerading as music we paused at the Pasta section where I offered to lift my wife up, who on being small in stature was unable to reach the top shelf to retrieve two tins of discounted spaghetti, discounted due to their being past their use by date. I could not help noticing a young lady scavenging at my feet like a Beaver laying the foundations of his/her dam (observing inclusivity compliance).
She was wearing a backless dress wearing a tattoo....., hang on that doesn't sound right…. er tattooed on her back. As I was In charge of the shopping trolley I had time to ruminate over this.
Multiculturalism, a rich cultural diversity, a blending of a vibrant “cultural mosaic” or “salad bowl”, a melting pot of ethnic and religious groups all participating in a rich smorgasbord of friendly relationships characterised by tolerance and engagement, people from many countries speaking a multitude of tongues.
It almost sounds like a description taken from the Nottingham City Council Gazette. I also remember reading somewhere of cigarettes that doctors highly recommend.
Let us study this Multicultural jingoism a little further; here are a few snippets from the press.
Great Britain’s development has been on a steady ascendance over centuries with huge leaps forwards in Astronomy, Medicine, the Arts and sciences; it has not changed it continues. The industrial revolution like a Supercharger gave it a huge kick-start into the twentieth century which saw a massive increase in inventiveness, innovation and technology.
In abysmal contrast the greatest miscalculation which borders almost on the criminally insane with no thought given to its consequences was the result of our government’s actions which saw the beginning of the societal fragmentation and breakdown of the social cohesiveness of the UK.
The following paragraph might go a long way to explaining what appears to be a series of disturbingly similar but apparently unconnected events taking place throughout the whole of Europe and the UK.
“They have by a painfully slow, insidious subversion occupied our cultural institutions, occupied the media, the education systems and have for decades been at work undermining our nations and indoctrinating our youth, as was set out by the Jewish Marxists of the Frankfurt school, and Antonio Gramsci’s long march through the institutions”.
On the surface this subversion appears to be destroying only the nations of Western Europe but in actuality it is devastating the entire ethnic homogeneity of what we refer to as the First World, it is not by coincidence they happen to be only First World Nations which include America, Canada and to a lesser extent New Zealand and Australia.
The documentary was about Smithfield Market. The interview was conducted using the technique where the interviewers face is never shown. To all intents and purposes he could have been a Martian, if he was Martian his English was extremely fluent. The programme was part of a series on London Markets. One programme about Billingsgate Market had already been aired. Wiki tells us “Meat has been traded at Smithfield Market for more than 800 years, making it one of the oldest markets in London”
It was chronicled In the Victorian period “Of all the horrid abominations with which London has been cursed, there is not one that can come up to that disgusting place, West Smithfield Market, for cruelty, filth, effluvia, pestilence, impiety, horrid language, danger, disgusting and shuddering sights, and every obnoxious item that can be imagined; and this abomination is suffered to continue year after year, from generation to generation, in the very heart of the most Christian and most polished city in the world”.
I am forced to lay the blame squarely at the feet of a one Mrs Regina Windsor of ‘Buckingham Palace Villas’, 1 Buckingham Palace Road. London, SW1. Every morning she is visited by the weak, effete traitorous PM carrying important papers making her aware of not all, but many of the important goings on in her country, she also has to sign things as well. A while ago her ministers colluded to agree to open up Britain’s borders to whoever would like to call Great Britain home and to replace Great Britain’s constitution with a European one.
However France and Holland were not gullible enough to rise to the bait and saw through the shenanigans of the Far Left Socialist machine in Brussels and rejected it out of hand and Brussels was forced to rename this Treaty the Lisbon Treaty which Mrs Windsor was then happy to sign on your and on my behalf.