So it seems we have signed up to be part of the EU Army
That'll be the one that's been expected for the last couple of months and keeps getting delayed. The one that outlines the border and trade position that we're due to present to the EU in 4 days time on Friday then. That 'upcoming' one
You may say that, You may very well say that. However I can recall a series of articles/reports prior to the 2005 General Election in Her Majesty's Daily Torygraph. (aka The Daily Telegraph) As you may recall immigration was a principle feature of the 2005 General Election and Michael 'Something of the night' Howard etc. These articles/reports were done by Lord Snooty himself (aka former editor of The Daily Telegraph Charles Moore) In his reports Mr Moore reported from the front-line of multi cultural hell holes that had been subjugated to the political correctness gone completely mad that is mass uncontrolled immigration across the country that was obviously all part of secret plot between The EU and Tony Blair, particularly Muslim immigration from the former British Empire that may have occurred under Eden, Macmillan, Heath and Thatcher etc - you get the picture.
Anyway, one of Mr Moore's reports was from a place that, frankly, is about as bad as it gets. The sort of place that had a Home Office accredited refugee centre that closes, only for the EU A8 succession to happen straight afterwards. The sort of place where an unarmed gangster gets shot dead by the police in his bed at 5am. The sort of place that has a pub that the police have to attend twice on the evening of Friday 23rd December 2005 in lieu of 2 separate, unconnected stabbings on the same night in the same premises. A place that by various indicators such as property ownership and car ownership, or lack of it, is officially 'deprived'. The sort of place that has festival with various ethnic communities attending in an attempt to 'celebrate' this mad diversity. The sort of place that has Scots in doorways drinking cans of Kestrel. I'm talking the mean, badlands that are South Central St.Leonard's.
In his report, Mr Moore risked life and limb walking from Warrior Square seafront, along the eastern side of Normans Road (Little Baghdad) up London Road and saw for himself the political correctness gone mad. He spoke to locals (There's too many immigrants, There's too many Polski Skleps etc) Fortunately for Mr Moore he didn't walk up the western half of Norman's Road (Little Portobello Road) and reach Mercatoria and the utter insanity of the Tyre place, The Horse and Groom Pub and East Sussex Islamic Association aka Hastings Mosque all cohabiting next to each other. (I used to be a regular - at the pub, not the Mosque, though Mr Abu from The Tandoori Ghor on the seafront is a bigwig in there, so it's obviously really nice.)
Between 2004-2009 I lived a stones throw away from this political correctness gone mad, deprived hell hole that is South Central St. Leonard's. But, despite - living with my Czech ex-girlfriend in this hell between 2005-2008, despite all the Polski Skleps, Muslim men in the street talking Muslim, Afro Barbers, stolen goods being sold in the car park behind the Old England pub, being served alcohol whilst intoxicated at Spar on Kings Road as the brown staff talk to each other in foreign, the children's play parks in Gensing Gardens, and by Warrior Square station being full of Roma gypsy families all day, Hungarian number plated cars lining Pevensey Road, some Ukraninan bloke who entered the UK on a false Estonian passport running a marriage scam business of getting eastern Europeans from Hastings to marry Africans who's visas had expired living 2 streets away from me and the utter, utter insanity of standing at Warrior Square station in the morning getting the train north to work and having to look at the other platform and the Eastern Europeans waiting for the Ashford International train to take them to Ham Street and Appledore, where they'll alight to plow and mow and reap and sow the farms of the Garden of England, and having Polish mothers at my GP's waiting room - I survived.
Along with the fact that all my family are from the East Midlands living in even bigger multi-cultural, political correctness gone mad hell-holes like Leicester and Derby and somehow coping with it too, even when I've been there, you're right - what the hell do I know about immigration living in Sussex.
(Incidentally I secretly fancied the Russian woman from Vladivostok who ran Bar Blue on St.Leonard's seafront back then. Not the Russian woman from Brighton who took it over afterwards though - she was weird.)
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