Muammar Al Khadafi

England is sick : Pole Monika tells of riot blaze hell - Headline in The Sun.

"You're a disgrace to your country" - Front page, Daily Mail, Friday 12 August.

We are sick, there is much that disgraces us, but is it any wonder?

What the hell is England today, other than a country reduced to ruined shadow of itself by decades of drug addiction - not addiction to heroin or crack cocaine but rather addiction to that most pernicious and deadly of all drugs, namely liberal multicultural equalities dogma.

Like some fiending junkie our nation spent years bingeing on this strange and flawed ideal, and here we are, knowing that it has ruined us, and still desperate for the next fix of equality and enrichment.

What is England now?

Is it the school where 40 different languages are spoken and 90% of kids are ethnic minorities, where the indigenous childs identity will be shaped by this chaos of cultures and races?

The land where every minority group has its rights bodies, advocates, and community representatives - and the indigenous get only inclusivity, everyone must belong to us, but we do not belong with them?

A country where you can be proud to be black or proud to be gay, but if you are white and straight you'd better keep your head down lest the equalities bodies brand your pride as hate?

An England where minorities have communities, but where the indigenous have only a community which has to include all other communities?

A country where being indigenous is a badge of shame, something you are taught from the day you arrive at school, or the day you turn on the TV, is somehow inferior and shameful, something less than other groups?

The England where the human rights of foreign perverts, killers, and criminals take precedence over the rights of the indigenous to be protected and to determine our own national makeup?

A nation where Turks or Sikhs or Bangladeshis can defend their communities from rioters and be hailed as heroes, but where whites who do the same are condemned as vigilantes and slurred with insinuations of racism and extremism?

The land where minority is always right, at least for now - until we are the minority when we all know that concept of minority correctness will change big time?

An England where we are virtual strangers in our own land, placed in the absurd position of being forced to integrate with outsiders?

A country which teaches us from the day we are born that to be indigenous is a disgrace, to celebrate that is offensive, that our only identity we're allowed is a chimera construct leeched from the multitude of other peoples around us?

A land where we are always to blame for the actions of others, one where minority is blameless and where it is always us who must carry the guilt, it's always as a result of our failings, never theirs?

Our England, now a land where we are made to feel that we do not belong, where we are expected to desperately abase ourselves in the name of welcoming others, a land where our identity has been destroyed and where we have been reduced to thinking that our heritage and culture, something we should be so proud of, is a mark of Cain to show our sin.

Yes, we are a sick society, yes, there is much that disgraces England, but the England which has been forced upon us makes us sick and disgraces us.

We didn't make the society around us now, it was forced upon us.

Even in the wake of our cities burning the powers that be still continue to force it on us, they're like some addict desperately needing his next fix of the multiracial dream and blind to it ravaging his body.

It's no wonder we are sick, and we're just going to keep getting sicker for as long as we keep injecting the same old poison into our nations veins.