Warning: This post contains language that may offend. It is deliberately intended to provoke a reaction. If you do not feel comfortable with language that could be deemed offensive, please do not read any further.
This piece was inspired by my travels around the world. The sentiments expressed are ones that I have encountered in Manchester, London, Frankfurt, New York, Paris, and Amsterdam; even in Mumbai. To find people like this is not that surprising I suppose but what gets me is the increasing frequency that I have been encountering this sort of attitude in recent years. Why has this happened? What causes the frequency of such an encounter to increase? I can only think that it is because the sentiment itself is spreading from its traditional bedrock of the uneducated and, worryingly, permeating into the middle class (where I guess I would place myself). I can say, with some sadness, that I have met people I would never (say ten years ago or so) have thought would speak this way (yes, they have more eloquent ways of saying it than my protagonist but the message is the same nonetheless) and to me it's a worry. I could go on, I won't.
Hopefully you get the point and understand what's being said here.
What do you think?
Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t no racialist or nothing. Me nan on me mother’s side was from Wales. But the way I looks at it is we’ve got to keep Britain for the British, right. I’m sick of all these coons, wogs, Pakis, Poles, and what nots coming over and nickin’ our jobs. I mean obviously the likes of Colin should be allowed to stay ‘cos he’s an OK geezer ‘cos he likes the Gunners ‘n’ that but most of them is basically just nicking our jobs.
‘ang on… go my son, go, yeeees. What a goal. I’m tellin’ ya, Heskey is fuckin’ ace mate.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, and, right, and, what about all them Pakis bloody taking over the corner shops when them jobs should go to decent British folk. My cousin, Kenny, right, he’s been on the rock an’ roll for years. Can he get a job? Not a bit of it. So ‘e goes down the job centre an’ they ‘ad the cheek to give ‘im some flannel about ‘ow ‘e should try getting some qualifieds but I bet that Paki tosser that runs Bertie’s doesn’t have any, but he’s got a fucking job. An’ e’s got two kids ‘n’ all; I bet they nick our kids’ jobs when they grow up. It’s like some kind of sick disease. I tell you what, it makes my blood boil.
An’ the Poles, right, the Poles: Josh, me brother, gets undercut by them fuckers all the time. ‘Oh yes, Mrs Hoity-Toity, I’ll do your plumbing for you for half what Englishman charges, no problem. Do tell all of your friends’. Tossers.
How’s he supposed to compete with that sort of shit? What he’s supposed to live in a fuckin’ hovel? He’s got two ex-wives to support, and the kids: Mikey, Sheena, Persil, Summer, Beckham, and Junior. How’s he supposed to do that when some Polish twat nicks the work from under ‘is nose? It’s his right… and it ain’t right that they can come in and just nick what is rightfully his. It just ain’t right.
I tell you what I’d do if I was in charge, right: I’d bloody get us out of Europe for starters, then I’d pay every nigger, wog, Paki, Pole, Eye-tie, and slanty-eyed Johnny-bloody-foreigner a hundred quid and put them on a boat back to where they come from, even the one’s what was born ‘ere. It would make for a better bleedin’ country that’s for sure.
Did you know that five thousand people come into this country every week. Five thousand. Not ten people or even twenny but five-bleedin’-thousand. I saw it on a UKIP poster. Think about it. Five thousand people comin’ in to steal the jobs away. Every week. ‘ow’re we s’posed to keep our jobs if we’re being swamped by all them lots coming in? And what do they bring? Oh yeah, that’s right, I’ll tell you: disease, thieving, gangs, drugs, and bad attitude.
My aunt works in an ‘ospital and she reckons the rag 'eads are the worst of the lot. They’re all Al Qaida, every last one of ‘em. Half of ‘em don’t speak no English and them what does ain’t does it proper like what we does, init.
Anyway, lads, I’ve ‘ad enough of this Stella malarkey. I’m off to get a ruby and a couple of jars of Kingfisher. You coming tfor a ram jam or what?
This piece was inspired by my travels around the world. The sentiments expressed are ones that I have encountered in Manchester, London, Frankfurt, New York, Paris, and Amsterdam; even in Mumbai. To find people like this is not that surprising I suppose but what gets me is the increasing frequency that I have been encountering this sort of attitude in recent years. Why has this happened? What causes the frequency of such an encounter to increase? I can only think that it is because the sentiment itself is spreading from its traditional bedrock of the uneducated and, worryingly, permeating into the middle class (where I guess I would place myself). I can say, with some sadness, that I have met people I would never (say ten years ago or so) have thought would speak this way (yes, they have more eloquent ways of saying it than my protagonist but the message is the same nonetheless) and to me it's a worry. I could go on, I won't.
Hopefully you get the point and understand what's being said here.
What do you think?
2 comments:
Hi T.C., did you find, on your travels, that it didn't matter what colour or creed the protagonist was, the message was the same? I certainly did. Generally speaking (although how anyone could generalise this, I'm at a loss to understand) I do sympathise a little, though my feelings are not the same and I can see it (albeit very dimly) from their point of view, there are problems regarding movement of people from and to many parts of the world, we -The British- have always had this, last generation it was the Greeks, the ones before that the Jews, and the latest being the Asian community and Near Eastern, war torn families. If we have something to learn, it's that everyone has something to offer and they take away very little, unless you're talking about state benefits or use of the NHS, but that's another story. I read your article and found it most uplifting and not in the least bit surprising! I would be very surprised to find that it didn't happen in your own country of origin as I realise you may have a few immigrants of your own over there! I don't feel at this moment that I have anything more to offer on the subject but thought I'd reply to your blogette and see where it went. We must ski again soon. T
El V, nice to see you on here. I'm glad you found it interesting. That's what I'm hoping to do. Also hoping that people can see an improvement over time. Of course, I shall leave that up to individuals to decide. :) Toodle pip!
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