The Ghost of Snapped Shot

I have elected to bump this story due to the discovery of the original posting by Dominic. Originally posted 2007-01-07 00:29 EST.

I ran across this on the Augean Stables, and can only describe my reaction as "shocked." To my liberal readers: If the tables were turned, and this were a white man "laying the smack down" on an ethnic, you would rightly be up in arms over this scenario. Why, then, are you silent when the tables are turned?

The West is committing "Suicide by Liberalism," day by day. Here's the whole story, for full and horrifying effect. (Update: I've moved the full text of the story off the front page, so be sure to read beyond the fold for details.)

In London today moslems dress differently, are rude to locals, jump queues, shout at us, wave their fists at us, call us ‘worthless infidel’ in public and in loud voices. I have, just four days ago, been elbowed aside by a moslem couple, with sidekicks, whilst trying to top up my Oyster card at a tube station at the automatic machine. Apparently, I had taken longer than the ten seconds that they were prepared to wait and so three burly males forced me aside and, when I objected, pushed me to the floor and - quite literally - and took over the machine which I was attempting to use.

Not, in a crowded and impatient city like London that this was a surprise, but that in this instance that I was insulted by these people was a surprise. The eldest male in the group, dressed in the usual and ridiculous garb of mohammedans everywhere, looked directly at me amd said, in quite clear English, (and I quote verbatim) “Get out of our way infidel slave”.

I spoke out against against one of the Pakistani Muslim drug dealers in my neighbourhood. They found out about this and issued me with death threats. At the time of the threats I owned my own business, a computer shop. I lived in my own place and was fairly comfortable but then because of the threats and knowing that the threateners would act, I had to shut my shop and move immediately. I did this for security and self-preservation: it is better to be alive than dead no matter what the cost. I then went from having quite a stable life to being bankrupt. These changes were costly. I couldn't just go and get a job because it would have been too dangerous for me to be publicly exposed. I could have moved completely away from Luton but I did not want to run away completely from the menace. So, I took the necessary precautions and spent the next five months watching my back but still living amongst the enemy.

I could not agree more with your last post if I tried. Yes, of course, moslems are an alien body in our midst. Every day in London - on the tube, in shops, in parks, whilst shopping, whilst going about the 101 tasks that make up an average life - this is borne in on me.

In London today moslems dress differently, are rude to locals, jump queues, shout at us, wave their fists at us, call us ‘worthless infidel’ in public and in loud voices. I have, just four days ago, been elbowed aside by a moslem couple, with sidekicks, whilst trying to top up my Oyster card at a tube station at the automatic machine. Apparently, I had taken longer than the ten seconds that they were prepared to wait and so three burly males forced me aside and, when I objected, pushed me to the floor and - quite literally - and took over the machine which I was attempting to use.

Not, in a crowded and impatient city like London that this was a surprise, but that in this instance that I was insulted by these people was a surprise. The eldest male in the group, dressed in the usual and ridiculous garb of mohammedans everywhere, looked directly at me amd said, in quite clear English, (and I quote verbatim) “Get out of our way infidel slave”.

You may imagine how I felt at that moment. To be so insulted in my own capital city was stunning. It took all my self-control not to do something rash at that moment.

Knowing that CCTV cameras would have captured this incident I complained, some three hours later (after having completed my journey and return), to the British Transport Police on the Broadway. I need not have bothered. Not only would no-one there take my complaint of ‘technical assault and insult’ seriously but no-one to whom I spoke was even prepared to initiate any paperwork whatsoever nor were they remotely prepared to find and look at the video recordings. Indeed, one Officer even said to me that I ’should swallow my pride’ and live with it because - and, once again, I quote verbatim ‘you are just being racist and you have to remember that it’s cultural with them’.

Obviously, at this point, I indicated that I felt that I had been physically assaulted and that I would really like to have my complaint investigated. Well, this is really where everything about that evening begins to stick in my craw. When I said that, the Officer of the BTP who was listening to me actually cautioned me and warned me that if I persisted with making a nuisance of myself I would be charged under the The Race Relations Act 1976 and the RRAA (Race Relations (Amendment) Act) 2000.

I gave up at this point. Cowardice is sometimes the better part of valour. But, damn it, they won, didn’t they? I have been intimidated into a dhimmi position by them and the very powers which should have protected me in my own country.

“Happy New Year everyone”, I say in a bitter tone of voice.

Dominic.

Methinks some AdSense tuning might be in order...

In Luton, we live under Islamic domination, "Dhimmitude". The most feared part of the Muslim community is the Pakistani Muslim youth, most of whom are connected to the drugs trade one way or another, either through family or friends. This part of the community holds the non-Muslim community hostage through fear and intimidation. They are highly organised, heavily funded from drug trafficking and heavily armed. Many of the key drug players drive top of the range Bentley, Mercedes, Porsche and Land Rover automobiles. They also own businesses which have been bought with the proceeds of drug dealing.

Luton's Pakistanis have access to guns, a fact well-known by the frequency of armed incidents including violent armed robbery and shootings which have occurred over the years. A known fact is that there is a large Irish community in Luton through which Luton Pakistani Muslims have bought guns, being sourced from the IRA. This is why a Luton police officer once commented to me that the Muslim quarter of Luton, Bury Park, is awash with guns. I personally know people involved in gun related incidents and other incidents of violent crime perpetrated by the Luton Pakistani Muslims. As part of the Luton community we see and hear these things happening around us perpetrated by Luton's Pakistani Muslims. We see their violent tendencies. Through the Pakistani Muslims' familiarity and passion for violence, the rest of the community live in fear of the consequences of causing them even the slightest bit of what they would deem as trouble. This situation leaves the community's non-Muslims intimidated and threatened, that is, in Dhimmitude. Thus, it seems better to stay silent in the face of such intimidation and allow their criminal drug empires to continue unchallenged than to speak up and face their wrath.

This violent and dangerous situation is reinforced by the extremist religious element of the Pakistani Muslims who openly declare Jihad and war against Britain and the West on Luton's streets. This adds to the complete picture when we look at our Muslim neighbours. So, whether they are religious Muslims openly calling for violent Jihad, Muslim criminals supplying drugs or Muslim terrorists, they are all brothers in Islam working to the same agenda of converting the UK into an Islamic state governed by Sharia Law.

Within the Muslim psyche, there are the tenets "Dar al-Islam" and "Dar al-Harb." Dar al-Islam means 'house of peace' and Dar al-Harb means 'house of war'. This psyche perceives the world split into these two camps. Islamic countries governed by Sharia law are Dar al-Islam and the non-Muslim countries not governed by Sharia law are Dar al-Harb. It is a religious obligation for every Muslim who is living in a country under Dar al-Harb to convert that country into a Dar al-Islam one. While a country is Dar al-Harb, it is meant to be in a perpetual state of war as preached by its Muslim clerics. Hence, Muslims living under Dar al-Harb view it as a war zone. As such, they are allowed to conduct themselves in a warlike manner toward non Muslims in working toward the goal of converting the country into the 'house of peace' with the imposition of Sharia Law. During times of war, rape, pillage, killing and destruction are permitted with the aim of converting the host nation into Dar al-Islam. So, within Luton the Muslim community conduct themselves exactly as Islam teaches. They have a total disregard for the laws of Britain and are actively killing and destroying their non-Muslim neighbours by supplying hard drugs, and, in the process forcing the rest of the community to live as Dhimmis through fear in the face of their intimidation.

I spoke out against against one of the Pakistani Muslim drug dealers in my neighbourhood. They found out about this and issued me with death threats. At the time of the threats I owned my own business, a computer shop. I lived in my own place and was fairly comfortable but then because of the threats and knowing that the threateners would act, I had to shut my shop and move immediately. I did this for security and self-preservation: it is better to be alive than dead no matter what the cost. I then went from having quite a stable life to being bankrupt. These changes were costly. I couldn't just go and get a job because it would have been too dangerous for me to be publicly exposed. I could have moved completely away from Luton but I did not want to run away completely from the menace. So, I took the necessary precautions and spent the next five months watching my back but still living amongst the enemy.

The Pakistani Muslims own 95% of all taxis driving around the streets of Luton. Furthermore, one cannot go anywhere without there being a Pakistani Muslim taxi nearby. I was followed on many occasions by taxis trying to intimidate me. I told this to the police and they responded by saying that the Muslim community are very resourceful in using taxis to follow people and also using them to move drugs around. Taxi drivers are the eyes and ears of the Muslim menace in Luton - they know exactly who everyone is and where everyone lives.

Attending the local college are many young Muslims from Luton. On one occasion, I had coffee with a college friend and the day after when he went to his classes several young Pakistani Muslims approached him and pointed out that they had seen him with me. I then realised I could not go anywhere without Pakistani Muslims watching me. So, in Luton I became a sitting duck, waiting for the moment when the Muslims would find me and put a knife in my side or worse. I lived under the shadow of their threats and I knew what they were capable of doing to those they despised. The final straw for me came when I practically ran out of money and became homeless. I had no way now of protecting myself or hiding properly anymore. I had a good friend who sheltered me for a little while but it wasn't working - there was no quality of life for me. Then, another good friend offered to buy me an airline ticket to get me out of the danger. I took him up on that offer and flew to Israel where I have found refuge. But still, I am penniless, homeless and the serious threats to my life back in England hang in my mind and all because I helped the police arrest a Pakistani Muslim drug dealer who is at war with my country and the Britishway of life, destroying my community and flooding it with crack cocaine and heroin.

The community and it seems the police are powerless to stop what is happening in Luton. It is a clear indication that Islam is achieving its aim of overwhelming and controlling Britain.

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