“When I saw my first severed head it didn’t faze me at all,” says Shamima Begum, the ISIS jihadi bride who just wants to come home to Britain so she can have her baby and live there happily ever after.
Yay! You go, girl! Some women would have screamed; some would have started plotting their escape; but all bold, empowered, post #MeToo heroine Miss Begum could think about was the potential rapist/murderer once attached to that severed head.
Or, as she charmingly puts it in her interview with the Times‘s Anthony Loyd:
“It was from a captured fighter seized on the battlefield, an enemy of Islam. I thought only of what he would have done to a Muslim woman if he had the chance.”
And this is the kind of person we’re now preparing to welcome back into the British welfare system? Really??
Where you stand on this issue, of course, will depend on whether or not you are an Islamist and/or a member of Britain’s liberal Establishment.
Sinead O’Connor, the bald Irish chanteuse best known for her Prince cover “Nothing Compares 2U”, has converted to Islam.
What conclusions can we draw from this?
The tragic precedent was set by pop’s previous most famous Muslim convert, Yusuf Islam — the artiste formerly known as Cat Stevens. When Cat was Cat, the hits kept rolling — “Morning Has Broken”, “Wild World”, “Father and Son”. His album Tea for the Tillerman has sold three million copies; “Sitting” (from Catch Bull at Four) was nearly used as the theme tune to The Office till Ricky Gervais changed his mind. But after he became Yusuf — zip, nada. Partly, he was creatively spent, but partly he’d been told by some Muslims that music was haram. So he stopped making music for thirty years. In the 2000s, he resumed his career, but it was never quite the same.
Liberal-leftism is a mental illness. To find out whether you are afflicted with this deadly and largely incurable condition here is a simple test based on recent events.
A man named Faisal Hussain has gone on a gun rampage in Toronto, killing two, wounding 13. His family – in a statement subsequently revealed by Toronto Sun journalist Anthony Furey to have been spun by a professional Islamist activist with links to the Muslim Brotherhood, with heavy support from Canada’s state propagandist CBC and the left-wing Toronto Starnewspaper – blames mental illness. But Hussain turns out to have had known jihadist sympathies, as is confirmed when Islamic State claim responsibility for the crime.
a) Think of the victims – especially the two fatal casualties (Reese Fallon, 18; and ten-year old Julianna Kozis) – and their heartbroken friends and families. Wonder when it’s ever going to end and how we’re going to deal with this intractable and worsening problem.
So now we know: it was mental illness that caused the Danforth Shooter to gun down 15 people in Toronto, Canada, on Sunday night, killing two of them.
That’s a relief. For one nasty moment, it looked like it might be another atrocity committed in the name of the Religion of Peace – especially when the shooter was grudgingly, belatedly revealed by the authorities to be in possession of the not obviously Hindu, Jewish or Christian name Faisal Hussain.
But no, thank heavens, it was mental illness all along. At least according to the killer’s family and the progressive media. And I for one believe them. When I look around I see an epidemic of mental illness going round – not just among all those young men with coincidental Muslim names going postal everywhere from Orlando to Nice and now Toronto but also at the highest levels in politics.
For maybe the first time in their deluded, cosseted, snowflake bubble lives, progressive music fans are finally getting a taste of something that conservative music fans have to put up with all the time: the misery of discovering that your pop icon hero just doesn’t share your politics.
Enter Morrissey – singer-songwriter, formerly of arguably the Eighties’ greatest indie rock band The Smiths – who has just killed the dreams and hopes of an entire progressive generation by saying lots of politically incorrect things in interviews and on his website.
An outraged Guardian has helpfully produced a list of his worst offences. They include:
Denouncing halal meat as “evil”: “halal slaughter requires certification that can only be given by supporters of Isis”
Refusing to agree with UK Prime Minister Theresa May that the Muslim festival of Eid is a joyous celebration: “as millions of animals had their throats slit to mark the occasion. I wondered what kind of compassion she could possibly have.”
Speaking less than highly of London Mayor Sadiq Khan: “London is debased. The mayor of London tells us about ‘neighbourhood policin’’ … this is the mayor of London! And he cannot talk properly!”
Deriding UK Labour’s Shadow Home Secretary Diane Abbott: “Even Tesco wouldn’t employ her.”
Failing to accept that Hitler was on the far right: “As far as racism goes, the modern loony left seem to forget that Hitler was leftwing,”
Denying that racism is by far the worst crime in the world: “When someone calls you racist, what they are saying is: hmm, you actually have a point, and I don’t know how to answer it, so perhaps if I distract you by calling you a bigot we’ll both forget how enlightened your comment was.”
Being pro-Brexit: “People wanted to leave the EU because of the complete erosion of freedom under EU rules, and the fair-minded majority now see in even more frightening ways how very much they are hated by the EU, not to mention the British political elite.”
Britain’s political class clearly haven’t woken up yet to the widespread anger in the country over the double standards in its treatment of Islam and people who criticize Islam.
This Twitter thread sums it up nicely:
Why is the BBC proving so reluctant to report on the horrific story of the 1000 young girls who, over a period of 40 years, have been groomed, drugged, serially raped and sometimes murdered by predominantly Muslim gangs in Telford, Shropshire?
Nick Ferrari accused the BBC of ignoring the Telford abuse scandal because it does not fit their agenda. https://t.co/Xi5NiLy3pm
It’s illiterate (“Your boyfriend have in his possession” and “insight” where it means “incite”), it’s at once pompously officious and sloppily amateurish, and it’s written by someone who clearly has no grasp of basic details like when and when not to use capital letters (“London Hyde park” and “the Leaflets”).
Yet on this barely educated jobsworth’s say-so, author and activist Brittany Pettibone has – with her boyfriend, Austrian Identarian Martin Sellner, and, subsequently, Canadian citizen journalist Lauren Southern – been declared persona non grata in the U.K.
President Trump has offended pretty much the entirety of Britain’s political and media establishment up to and including the Prime Minister, the Mayor of London and the Archbishop of Canterbury. As a result, the Special Relationship is once more in jeopardy, and Trump has decided to cancel a planned working visit to the United Kingdom.
In a moment I shall explain why the president is right and his critics are wrong. But first a brief recap of what the fuss is all about.
Trump’s critics objected violently – or so they have publicly claimed – to three of his Twitter retweets.
These retweets showed videos, purportedly of members of the Religion of Peace (TM) behaving less than peacefully.
One depicted a bearded Muslim destroying a statue of the Virgin Mary.
One showed an Islamist mob pushing a teenage boy off a roof and then beating him to death.
One showed a white Dutch boy on crutches being gratuitously beaten up by a man described in the video caption as a “Muslim migrant”.
Prime Minister Theresa May; Mayor of London Sadiq Khan; and many other politicians professed themselves to be appalled by this. As was BBC news, which made this horror its lead story.
But it wasn’t the sadistic brutality on any of the videos that bothered them. It was the fact that the person whose tweets the President had retweeted, Jayda Fransen, is the deputy of a nationalistic, anti-immigration political party highly critical of Islam called Britain First
Do you remember that scene in Harry Potter and the Saucer Full of Surrender Monkeys where the staff and pupils at Hogwarts finally decide to abandon the struggle against the forces of evil?
Voldemort, they’ve realized, is just too darn scary; the Death Eaters are too ruddy devious, what with all their lies and ruses and shape-shifting antics; and besides, who is anyone to judge, be they witch, wizard, mudblood, or muggle, whether the forces of light really are morally superior to the forces of darkness?
“Perhaps it’s just a matter of perspective,” Hermione tells an enthusiastic, jazz-handing audience at the United Nations of Wizardry. “Maybe what we’ve been taught by our chauvinistic, patriarchal, judgmental society — that the Avada Kedavra curse is wrong; that the Cruciatus is cruel; that the world would be a better, freer, happier place if it wasn’t ruled by sinister cloaked figures who want everyone to submit to their domineering, intolerant religious death cult — are just a reflection of our white wizardry privilege.”
What happens next, of course, is the famous scene where — under the supervision of Dolores Umbrage and the Ministry of Magic — all the staff and pupils at Hogwarts hand in their magic wands and burn them on a huge pyre.