Britain Reduced to Begging Muslims Not to Attack
The sun has set on the British Empire after all. This once proud country has been reduced to running ads on Pakistani television, begging Muslim bullies to leave it alone on the grounds that Britain is becoming Islamized. The taxpayer is putting up £400,000 to finance the campaign.
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Sharia law has been sanctioned by the British courts. Also, as part of the preparation for the Olympics, Britain, at taxpayer expense, is building the world's largest mosque.
My favorite columnist Mark Steyn has been saying for years that we are next Paps.
WTF! They can still be proud. Hold your ground. Stand proud and live to die for your beliefs. Long live the UK and long live the USA.
Pap could you send MiMi's poem. I could not get it to print. I know a lovely gal that could use that. I gave her an Orcid and a card this AM she has to work Sat. That poem would be good for her of late. kevintwsr@yahoo.com Thanks
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