I've become radicalised. It wasn't Tommy Robinson. It wasn't Nigel Farage. It's watching Muslims conduct elections in Urdu, and seeing armed mobs of Islamists shouting Allahu Akbar on the streets of British towns a they go out hunting for white people. It was the bomb at kid's
The Irish planted bombs in the centre of Manchester to drive out the British government, yet sit on their hands as their country is colonised by low-IQ third worlders. I don't understand it.
Depressing.
Parts of Dublin have already been lost to immigration.
African gangs hang around the streets while all the Irish businesses have left the area and been replaced by African businesses.
Unless immigration is stopped, this is Ireland’s future.
I'm sorry to go on about this, but I'm still besides myself with disbelief. They actually sent a snatch squad in the night, bundled me into a cage in the back of a van, drove me to the other side of the county and held me in solitary confinement for hours because I posted a meme.
This afternoon I joined thousands at an anti-racist protest, in response to the far right on our streets. Make no mistake about the danger in a sea of England flags and Union Jacks. We must refuse to sleepwalk into a world of hate. Britain’s strength lies in its diversity.