Josh’s Blog

In an extreme dose of boredom I was searching around the Internet for various bits and pieces about supercars.  I stumbled upon one website that was all about supercars (you shall remain nameless), it must be a fairly popular one as it was displayed in the top three of several searches I did via Google.

Anyway, after deciding to venture down one of the cyberlinks I ended up on a website that for the most part atleast looked like it was run by a man, or some men who knew overly geeky details about cars.  I suppose these chaps could have told you the serial number off the engine block of your Ford Cortina simply by looking at one of the stitches on the seat.

So, we’ve established that these people knew what they were talking about.  As my boredom deepened, I found a survey about supercars, so I decided to take part.

The questions started off to be very reasonable, asking things such as “what do you consider to be the best looking supercar ever made?” and the list of options comprised of things such as the Ferrari 250 GTO and the Lamborghini Diablo, a personal favourite of mine.  Then, there were the utterly stupid suggestions such as the Buggati Veyron which, from a side perspective atleast, looks like a fancy toaster from John Lewis’.

Down and down the questions went, until eventually I completed the survey and got presented with the results of other people who had taken the interview too.

I was literally appalled by the fact that something like 19% of respondents had said that “value for money” is important in a supercar!

Yeah, right.  You’ll tell me global warming is true next.

Seriously though, 19% of people who know something about cars said that a supercar should posess value for money.  I would challenge anyone who says a supercar should be reasonably priced with a simple question: “did you forget your meds this morning?”.

The whole point of a supercar is the fact that it’s the thing you hung on a poster in your bedroom when you were six.  It’s the car of your ultimate fantasy.  It’s supposed to make you feel like a little boy everytime you see it and that you need a new set of underwear everytime you hear it roar.  It’s meant to be out of this world, it’s just not meant to be ordinary.  We had Superman and in due process we have super cars, I doubt you could hire Superman for a few hours if you were the middle management type for £10 an hour, could you?

No you bloody well couldn’t, so forget it and go back to working for BT.  We may well have a credit crunch, but that by no means justifies making a supercar anymore feasible for those that couldn’t possibly get one in the first place.

It’s very sad that by some, atleast, the good old supercars are held in no more of a higher regard than a Seat Ibiza or a BMW 3 Series.  That’s what England lacks more than anything at the moment, the ability to still have some distinction, stop buying out banks and perhaps get a grip on things.

For now atleast, the true petrolhead will be able to smile at the fact that nearly everyone in the civilised world knows that the Bugatti Veyron is the fastest production car in the world and that it carries a price tag of £910,000, let’s see you buy one of them, Mr Debenhams Manager.

England’s first motorway, it runs from London to Leeds and is a major North-South motorway through England.  It connects to many other motorways and is used by many people every single day.  Every single one of them are blithering, cabbage smelling idiots.  Every single one of them, and I’m pretty sure about this, wakes up in the morning and, for a few seconds at least, is confused as to whether they’re human or perhaps tomato.

Firstly, there’s the sheer number of cars that sit in the left hand lane and insist on doing 47 MPH, meaning not only are they being incredibly dangerous, they also cause HGV’s to overtake them in the middle lane, meaning theres only one lane left for the rest of us.  In Josh’s Britain, however, this would be dealt with by those useless Highways Agency officers simply shooting the drivers in the back of the head, then pushing their cars down an embankment for a farmer to sell for scrap.  It’s not me just being a speed freak, but under normal circumstances there are absolutely no reasons whatsoever that makes it acceptable for a car to be travelling at 50 MPH on an unrestricted motorway.

The next thing you get are the dicks in the Audi’s and the dollys (young female, usually blonde and driving a car the size of a sugar cube) sitting in the middle lane.

Why?  Why on earth sit in the middle lane?  I’m not on about sitting in the middle lane when there’s a lorry a mile ahead so they know they’ll have to move out at some point, but a totally clear lane for as far as the eye can see.

I was driving back up the M1 this weekend and on the Matrix was a sign that read “Don’t hog the middle lane” - probably the first intelligent thing I’ve seen from the highways agency and at that exact point, I kid you not, I saw a “dolly”.  So, you’re thinking, Josh flipped her off and that was that.

Well, not quite.  I pulled along side her, got her attention and pointed to the Matrix sign.  Being blonde it took her a few minutes to click on to what I was getting at, then after her brain had melted several times and was in the process of evaporating, she did something miraculous: she understood and moved over to the left hand lane.  I was gobsmacked.

So, what I suggest the intelligent motorist does is invest in a sign that reads “don’t hog the middle lane” that you can flash at the dick in the Audi, or even the average dolly and they will understand.  It looks like the Highways Agency finally made something even the most primitive members of society can understand.  It’s fantastic.

Apart from Highway officers shooting the idiots that do 50 in the head, they should also shoot those fools that use their brakes.  There is absolutely no reason whatsoever to use the breaks of your car under normal circumstances when driving on a motorway.  It infruiates me beyond belief, if you’d been paying attention and had read the motorway properly instead of how you’re going to fondle your goat, it might not ruin it for the rest of us.

The other main problem, of course, are the police officers that patrol it.  The main traffic unit presence between Luton and Coventry belongs to my least favourite of all the police forces.  Yes, those blaspheming trolls at Northamptonshire’s constabulary.  But I’m afraid that’s another story.

Sorry Nikki.

Hello and yes, I realise it’s been a while but something else has taken my attention away from my ranting and general ignorance that I display on this blog.  Fortunately for those of you that are in fact fans of my opinion, Geoff Hoon, or the “Goon” as I lovingly refer to him, has made a nice little announcement that makes me feel compelled to write.

He has announced that fixed, traditional, speed cameras may be scrapped.  Fantastic, finally a minister within the government of Stalin who might finally have some sense and realise that fleecing the average motorist for even more money for doing a few miles per hour over a stupid limit in the first place might be slightly wrong and may potentially cost them an election.  I suppose when you’re Scottish, have ruined an economy and no one likes you, one can only summarise that said leader might get his kicks out of generally annoying the public.

However, it stands to reason that a government which has persistently given us bad news over the past couple of years is going to double back on this glimer of hope by dealing us with the unmistakable stench of a ‘but’.  Here it is: instead of the normal fixed cameras, the average GATSO or Truvelo unit, the government intend to introduce the new average speed gates, the ones that time you between two points and take an average speed.  SPECS, as the geeks amongst us would refer to them.  Bastards, as 99% of the British population would refer to them.

The 1%, of course, being the government and old ladies who throw cats at children.

Their excuse for the initial introduction of speed cameras, of course, was that they were to promote safety and by no means in anyway trying to catch out Joe Bloggs for accidentally straying above the speed limit and then taking away a quarter of his driving license, as well as sixty of his pounds.  Their excuse this time is what every moron in the developed world uses: it’s green.  In typical Brown style, he’s managed to try and swindle more of your money by saying it’s for the greater good of the planet.

I think this is more, only, of a case for him to be sectioned, in the current economical situation all the man can think of is how to steal more money, and then use a pathetic excuse to disguise it.  Moreover, it’s something that isn’t even happening, but that’s another story, isn’t it?

Furthermore, I’ll counteract any government claim that it’s more economical to stay at the same speed for longer because it just won’t work.  My example comes from the recently erected SPECS on the M40, just past junction 15.  Due to “roadworks” that I’ve never seen any evidence of, the Highways Agency deems it necessary to limit traffic down to 50MPH.  I challenge anyone to drive down there at a peak hour and be able to stick to 50, naturally, because of the Goon cameras, you can’t simply floor it past an rolling roadblock (two HGV’s taking up the left and middle lane), you all have to squeeze into the right hand lane, and because the bozo in the Audi has no grasp of his accelerator, you’ll be crawling through at 43, with the car behind you doing 42 and so on.  It’s pathetic, and more to the point, isn’t green at all because you do use more fuel in the process of slowing down to go through the time gate, because let’s face it: you’re going to panic if you find yourself doing 2MPH over and slow down 10MPH below.  Most motorists are too preoccupied to calculate the distance they need to do 48MPH for if they do 52MPH for a quarter of a mile in a mile gate.  Not to mention too stupid.

It really is beyond me that they’re going to spend more of our money on something even more pointless, just to make more money.

Here’s a hint for you Stalin: stop lending money to Mr Barclays and Mr Lloyds, and that way you won’t have to mug the average motorist of their money.  How very dare you?

Today we saw the blithering idiot leader of the Tory party standing up at their confrence to deliver his speach.  Naturally, you understand, the main purpose of the speach was to convince the uneducated that he is so much better than Stalin Brown and that he can fix the stool the size of Vanessa Feltz we find ourselves in at the moment.

So the majority of the British public will go out on the next election, vote for Cameron and we’ll find ourselves moving to the left wing and worrying about eco-confrences and start to see a lack of aircraft in the sky because David has an obsession with “big, fast trains”.

I’m going to admit here that I am a Tory, well, I was a Tory.  I supported Howard at the last election and despite Cameron being an Eaton moron fussing about the amount of carbon dioxide im producing, I was prepared to support him at this one.

As it stands, however, I’m going to keep my cynical, over opinionated mouth shut on election day because I refuse to vote Tory, I refuse to vote Labour unless they sort themselves out and I deffinatley will not waste a vote on the LIberal Demomorons.  This is a shame in a democractic society.  We’re supposed to have the freedom of speach we went into Iraq and liberated the Iraqi people from a lack of, yet, here I am paying taxes galore and I won’t be able to go down to a voting station at the next election and get someone slightly more right-wing who believes that family issues such as soaring fuel and food bills take not just importance but total focus from all this global greenhouse eco nonsense the likes of Al Gore, Cameron and Brown ram through the minds of the average person.

So, I hear you asking, what can we do?  Well, whatever happens Brown needs to be removed from office and then sectioned under the mental health act.  David Cameron needs to fall off his bike and the sensible portion of this nation needs to stand up and say something for itself.  We’re being walked over by these people, we’re being told to think that environmental issues are so important that if we don’t vote for them the planet will melt like Gary Glitter in a nursery.

I propose this to you: how about a government that cares not for whether a car uses more petrol to start up than a hybrid toaster and one that is more worried with the effects of that old ruin we called an “economy” and the lower income familes who struggle on a month by month basis due to the UK being a cash machine for the rest of europe and any hippy that wants to write a pretty poster and stick it at the end of runway 27R at Heathrow.

The worrying thing for me about all of this is of course that no one does seem to be saying this, and therefore makes me a minority.  Which means democracy is working.  Which means I’m wrong.  Surely not.

Anyway, for now, I’m going to join the one track minded group of politicians that run us and get a campaign going to assure Comrade Brown is sectioned.

Agree? Disagree? Keep the emails coming in, I’m thinking of starting to publish the best ones each month.  Let me know what you think about that too.

Those of you who cast your mind back to the last time I wrote to this blog will recall my distaste for the blithering idiot in a speed camera van parked on a certain road between Oxfordshire and Northamptonshire.  Those of you that can cast your mind back to 2003 may remember many newspapers, including ‘The Guardian’ and ‘The Times’ publishing several articles about my new hero - Captain Gatso.

Captain Gatso is the head of a somewhat extreme pressure group named MAD or ‘Motorists Against Detection’, and to date his group have destroyed more than 1000 speed cameras across the whole of the UK, but to my knowledge at least have been somewhat dormant of late.  I spent a good hour or so researching what I could about this chap, either he doesn’t want his work publicly available (weird?) or he’s gone on to bigger and probably better things.

Now before I get another email from a bunny boiling woman who claims speeding is all that’s evil in the world; allow me to clarify what MAD and I share an opinion on.  Speed cameras outside schools, in town centres and in densely pedestrian areas are fine, if you go through there doing more than 30MPH you deserve the 3 points and £60 fine.  What I don’t agree with, however, is the sheer number of speed cameras sighted solely for profit.

How many of you can say you’ve never once found yourself in the right hand lane of a motorway pushing 100?  Moreover, even the most careful and safe drivers agree that while excessive speed can be dangerous, almost 90% of drivers in a study conducted by a non-government (and therefore slightly more trustworthy) agency, felt the speed limit should be increased from 70 MPH.

So, let’s get on with recognising the achievements of Captain Gatso.  There are pictures of his work on the Internet, on speed camera related websites and I did try and request permission to put them in a blog post, but the author of the website didn’t get back to me as of writing this.  The main ones are of Gatso meters (the most common form of camera in the UK - they’re the ones that are painted battleship grey, a few of them have the yellow fascias) that have met their demise through the pain of dynamite.  Others have been decapitated with an angle grinder and a few of them have been torched.

It really is heart warming to see these cameras getting burnt, the governments cash cows finally proving to be somewhat costly.  Sadly, local governments do tend to replace the cameras that have been removed although a few cease to exist.  Which is a result, I suppose.

I write this post, of course, on the day that Ruth Kelly announces she will be stepping down from her role as Transport Secretary.  This means two things; one mong down, a Labour cabinet left and secondly, a minister in charge of transport who might, just might be a fellow motorist.  I doubt it, no doubt his Gordoness will appoint another antique example of what a dead canary might look like.  Who knows, I don’t and we have a government that has no idea either.

Anyway, for the first time I’m going to leave you with an image:

A couple of weeks ago now, I was taking a leisurely drive down a road in the country side.  It’s a road that runs between Banbury and Silverstone, and for those of you that don’t know which one I’m on about from that description then one of two things is wrong:

1) You aren’t a true petrol head and the contents of this post will bore you to death, or:

2) You are a petrol head in the making and haven’t yet discovered the joys of this particular road, so I will not spoil it for you, or give any crafty road traffic officers any ideas.

On the presumption you haven’t yet got bored of this post, I continue.  The day was gorgeous, not a cloud in the sky and I drove down this particular road like a free spirit, for a brief moment I almost forgot where I lived and deemed it to be somewhere, dare I say it, nice.  Where a government rules that isn’t formed of an unelected Scotsman that can’t take a hint from either the public or his own cabinet.  National speed limit applies on this road, 60 MPH, and I was doing sort of that, until I got stuck behind an old lady in a Honda Jazz doing about 50.

As we continued to meander around this magnificent public race track my cursing of this old bat got even worse until eventually we went around one particular bend, and on the off side, hidden in a nice row of hedges was what they call a “mobile safety unit” or what I might call a “cash cow”.  For those of you not from the UK, it’s basically a Ford Transit manned with a sweaty old fool that’s no good for any other policing and he takes pictures of you with his camera if you’re breaking the speed limit.  Sort of like Gary Glitter in a playground, but legalised.

I couldn’t believe it, I mean, having a speed camera anywhere where the speed limit is national is one thing, but having it hidden on the offside of a bend in a row of hedges is another thing.

The police and government and all the road safety charity blithering idiots remind us that they are not sited for profit, but for safety.  These speed cameras, you understand, are there for the greater good of everyone we are told mindlessly.  But, what we have here ladies and gentlemen is nothing short of proof that the Northamptonshire police at least are nothing other than money grabbing, gold digging, waste of blood and organs, sense of importance-less, unadulterated turnips.  Why on earth is it necessary to waste tax payers money on fuelling that particular van and paying that particular officer to go and sit on a road that is perfectly dry and safe in the name of safety?

If you can answer that question and it backs up the police presence, please do read on; this paragraph is for you especially.  Can you honestly swear on the life of your favourite sunflower you so tenderly nurture (because, let’s face it, you don’t have a wife or friends, do you?) that on that particular day that officers time and our hard earned money could not have been better spent doing something else?  Fornication with their own batons would have been more appropriate for goodness sake.  Moreover, I’m 99% certain that this van was concealed on an access driveway to a farmers’ field - so that farmer will be notified, in fact I hereby appoint myself in charge of letting that farmer know, and if he knowingly allows these people to do it, I’m going to wish his cows get bird flu, or whatever farmers worry about nowadays.

If you are on my side, that last paragraph was not directed at you and you can feel free to join in with my anger at these things.  As I’m sure you’ll agree, that in a time when we have a rise in violent street crime invlolving things such as knife; a respect and cooperation with any police force is necessary, but when they do things like this is it any wonder whatsoever that “Juggy the thuggy” wants to “knife” the old lady, and no one would possibly go to the police station and report such a thing, because the resulting ‘defect notice’ means they’ll come away with three points on their license.

Normally, of course, I would send a lot of angry letters to someone in charge, but this time I feel my actions said it all.

Thanks to the lady in the Honda I was going very slow, because of that, I of course got a good few seconds of being in view of this van.  Meaning the operator got a good few seconds of looking at me.  Meaning he saw the two fingered salute I gave him.

Today, of course, is September 11^th. All over the world, people will be remembering the horrific images the world saw as nearly 3,000 people lost their lives on this day, seven years ago in 2001.

Marking the anniversary of any important event is a given nowadays, however, for some reason I took extra notice this year of the pictures of the memorials held all over the world in memoriam of the tragic day.

I searched all over the news websites to see what we were doing to mark the event, after all, many British people died in the events too. I was appalled to find absolutely nothing. I kid you not, I could not find a single photograph of an event that had been held in any part of the UK to remember the events that took place in 2001.

I then looked at what pictures I could find and many, of course, were from New York, The Pentagon and the field in Shanksville where United Airlines flight 93 was brought down by hijackers. It was a good sight to see people gathering around to remember those that perished that day.

One picture, however, made me go cold. It was a picture of US troops in Iraq who took the time out to remember those that died. Despite the fact that some angry mullah on a camel was probably trying to shoot them, they still had, and there’s no other word for it, respect to take the time out to remember those back home, when in all fairness it should be the other way around.

We may insult America and Americans and make jokes at their expense on occasion, who reading this can honestly say they’ve never made an American joke?  The sheer respect and patriotism displayed today in remembering those that had their lives stolen from them is worthy of anyone’s respect.

I only wish there was some American patriotism displayed over here.  Even if we aren’t trying to remember those that died; at the very least indeed it marked the beginning of a new world; a changed world and, most importantly, a dangerous world.  No longer is it safe to carry more than half a bottle of water onto a commercial flight, no longer can you honestly look around the departure gate when you’re waiting for a flight and see who’s likely to be the terrorist.

It’s a sad predicament we find ourselves in and one, I feel, can only get worse.

So to all you conspiracy theorists out there: shut up.  Just shut your whining cake hole fat mouth for one day.

I may not be American but, for today atleast, I can pay you the biggest tribute I can: I wish I was.

Yes, after much consideration, it’s been decided that I shall now be writing a “Shame on you XYZ” section to my blog.  It will basically comprise of me shaming someone for something they’ve done, or more likely than not, showing a complete lack of competence.

So, Mike, you’re first up in this weird and wonderful world.  For those of you that aren’t familiar with Mr Bonanno, he’s a VATSIM person.  He likes to think he can make an effort at running oceanic operations, and to his credit, every retard from here to the North Pole would commend the chap.  He’s also a Toronto FIR stand in chief instructor at the moment.  Just when you thought ATC couldn’t get any worse in the FIR, you were wrong again you silly thing.

By now you’re probably wondering why I’m writing about Mike in this way, and I don’t want to keep you in suspense any longer.  Michael is one of these new found “pirates” or a theif of intelectual works, or copyrights.  Now Mike isn’t like most people, it’s not just the odd movie he downloads, it’s other people’s work.

Using other people’s work?  Yes, that’s fine.  Indeed I’d agree with you, but not when a few words are changed and then passed off as one’s own accomplishments to make it sound like he knows what he’s talking about, and allow me to assure you as his ex-instructor: he has the understanding of all things oceanic that a Toyota Corolla does.

I’m not having a go at the guy for not knowing his stuff, that isn’t my place, but when he takes my work and passes it off as his own, despite pleasant emails requesting he removes it, or provide due credit - one does have to wonder whether he forgot his medication this morning.

I was later informed that this fruit went on to steal spreadsheets and other resources from friends of mine.  Nerd.

He also suggested taking up bowling, which might be an alright idea, only I do prefer not socialising with the social classes you might associate with being in a bowling alley.

I did, however, choose to ignore your advice Mike, and wrote this about you instead.  Hope you don’t mind.

Anyway, if you’re unsure about whether your work has been stolen by Mike, here are his contact details so you can double or even triple check:

Web: http://www.czqxoceanic.com

Contact:

1760 Finch Avenue East, Room 421
Toronto, Ontario
M2J 5G3
416-525-6284

Anyway, keep up the good thieving, ya big fruit.

So, they’ve been allowed to do it.  Some crazy scientists locked up in some underground lair on the border of France and Switzerland have actually been allowed to venture into the unknown, smash particles together and possibly create a black hole.  Don’t get worrying about this black hole, mind you, it will “swallow up the earth”, so atleast it wont ruin your hair before you know about it.

I’m all for science.  If someone needs to chop up a baby whale to find out where grass came from; fine.  I do take slight objections, however, when there is even a slight chance it will destroy the planet.  The odds might only be stacked up as something like 1 in 10,000,000 but nevertheless those are dangerously existent.

One scientist involved in this whole saga was quoted as saying “particle physics has been quiet for a long time…” and went on to say: “…because we were too successful in the 1970’s when we a thing called the standard model was invented”.

He may well be a contender for the next ET and have the public address skills of Amy Winehouse, but surely a man of his intelligence is smart enough to realise that endangering the entirety of the planet just so his career isn’t as “quiet” anymore does strike me as somewhat irresponsible.  Yes, me, calling someone else irresponsible, thats like Saddam Hussein calling Ghandi immoral.

Despite these people being more stupid than a Liverpudlian on a Saturday night, I must give credit where it is due, and the machine they’re using for this experiment named “Large Hadron Collider” is a grand total of 16 miles long.  Magnets will try and push protons in more ways than a Scottish drug lord and best of all, if it all works out and we don’t end up in ET’s back garden, we might even be able to answer some questions as to where the planet came from originally.

I’ll concede and admit it must be very exciting, but the rationalisation behind this is to pick up from a trough in physics that’s been around since the 1970’s.  It’s what I’d call meddling unnecessarily.  How can a man who looks like an Oxfam-shopping-transvestite take authority for the future of a planet.  What gives him any cause to take responsibility?  Nothing, and where you don’t have responsibility you have a problem.  A big problem, especially when by this time next week we could all be space fodder.

Well, I’m going to leave this one short and go and enjoy the last few days (possibly) of this planet.  Perhaps I should mention that I’ll admire these scientists if it all goes well and if they can dispel any argument Christianity might have to put up, but until that time, they’re all lunatics and they should be shot.

In March of this year a Dutch chap, a politician, released a video named ‘Fitna’.  The media hype surrounding this short film was immense and was dubbed as racist and an attack on Muslims by many.  I promised myself religiously (pardon the pun) that I would not watch this video as it would result in me writing something on someones website in an over opinionated matter.

So, here we are.

Firstly, finding the video itself proved to be a challenge.  YouTube, Liveleak and many of the other big video websites all seem to have removed the video from their websites.  Congratulations go, then, to Google who were the only people who I could find hosting the video, and chose to ingore any silly ‘wanabe’ terrorist practising his poison pen letters, or emails.

So here we go:  Fitna is an Arabic word that means something along the lines of anarchy and all other evils all rolled into one nice little package.  Let’s hope they never leave it lying around in Terminal three, eh?

Fitna

Above is the video, the very creation of Geert Wilders himself.  I do warn you, however, it’s graphic and disturbing and if you’re borderline anti-Muslim liberties anyway then it might invoke something similar to what I have to say, so I’d recomend not watching it for the first time if you might be in company or at work.

Down to the video itself then.  Allow me to start by saying that I cannot express how deeply outraged and disappointed I am at a western society for allowing this kind of behaviour.  I’m not, in case you perceptive little sausages hadn’t guessed, referring to good old Geert; I’m referring to the behaviour displayed in that video.

In a world where it’s impolite to ask a Muslim lady to remove her face dressing/mask/cover or whatever it might be called and it’s not allowed to mention how we don’t quite want Shariah law, it simply astounds me that Muslims have the audacity to say the things recorded on video in the above clip and then come into a western culture and demand their rights and traditions to be upheld.

What’s worse is that our governments are allowing this nonsense.  Could you imagine the sheer unrest that would occur should a government be elected into power that believes in freedom of speech regardless of what that speech might be?  A government that cares not for the outdated and draconian concept where freedom of speech is limited by another little principle that needs shooting in the head: political correctness.

I can imagine such a government, and it’s a nice thing.  Is it any wonder we get terrorised and our own values diminished when anyone is allowed to land in the country, claim asylum and start up a new community doing what the devil they like.  It’s pathetic.  Forget all this hippy nonsense that should have been left in the sixties, forget all this niceness.  It’s only too sad that in a country at the moment where families are struggling with the soaring cost of everyday essentials we carry on arresting and enforcing laws that prevent people saying whatever they want to about some Muslim who wants to cut off the head of a news reporter.

I’m angry.

I think the best course of describing how this can be sorted out is to use children as an example.  A child, generally, screams and shouts until it gets what it wants, at which point one of two things will happen:

1) The dopey parent will give in and all wil be right when the child gets what it wants, or:

2) The parent will tell the child a simple, stern “no” and let it cry until it gets bored and goes to play with a stick, or whatever it is children do nowadays.

Option 1) is currently what western society is electing to do with these letter box look alike women, option 2) is what needs to be done to make these minorities back off and realise when in the west, they will behave like a westerner.

Oh, and if they’re so much as even caught thinking about how fun it might be to ram that bus of people into a fireworks factory, they need deporting.  Even the nationals.  Deport them to Cuba, Cambodia, Russia or bloody Greenland for all care, just stand up for yourself, western world.

This does bring me to the end of this post, and if you think it’s racist then tough.  It’s not, and I’m not against Islam.  I’m anti-extremist and I think if the world became as anti-extremist as it claimed we might be able to focus on more important things than these people: corn, perhaps.