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ISIS Issues a Call to Murder Tommy Robinson, But the Warning UK Cops Give Him Is Much Worse
The patriotic British activist Tommy Robinson revealed on Friday morning that he is “a priority target for ISIS!!!” He added: “I have now left the country, I need time to work things out for my safety and the safety of my family. I will probably have to relocate them. I will update you when I can.”

The news came in the form of a phone call from the Bedfordshire Police. A police officer told Robinson “we have seen intelligence that an ISIS publication has [been]… encouraging others to commit violence against yourself.” He went on to explain that this publication was called Yalgaar, and that the information he was giving Robinson “has come from our counter terrorists.”

When Robinson asked, however, if he could get a copy of this publication, the police officer said “Unfortunately not.” Robinson then asked if he went online and downloaded a copy, “Would that be a terrorist offense?” The officer replied: “I think it would be.”

The officer then said that he wanted to “remind” Robinson that “because of this information, it doesn’t authorize you to carry weapons, anything like that, take any pre-emptive action against others.” Robinson asked: “So I’m named in an ISIS manual to be targeted by ISIS terrorists, but I cannot have anything to protect myself.” The officer made clear that this was indeed the case.

This is a remarkable phone call, but utterly unsurprising. For years now, British authorities have acted as if Tommy Robinson were public enemy number one. As he stood against the migrant invasion that threatens to end Britain as a free society (as well as replace the native British people with foreigners who have no historical connection to the land) and spoke out honestly regarding Muslim rape gang activity and other issues that those authorities have shown themselves afraid to confront, he has revealed to the entire world the suicidal pusillanimity and cowardice of the British intelligentsia.

And so instead of offering special protection to Robinson in light of this Islamic State threat, as Salman Rushdie, Geert Wilders, Ayaan Hirsi Ali and many others have received after threats from other jihadis, the police officer who contacted him only warned him not to carry any weapons. It is an extremely odd thing to tell someone while you’re telling him about a credible death threat against him, unless, of course, the British authorities want Robinson dead as much as ISIS does.

The contemptible Brit “authorities” were making a statement (not merely to Robinson but to the entire world) about what is of primary importance to them: not that the filthy, primordial Muzzrats were gunning for Robinson, but that in the UK the right to defend oneself (responsibility, more like, or so I believe) no longer exists, assuming it ever did. Likewise, they wished to remind one and all that the disgraceful, spineless “authorities” do not intend to protect subjects of the badly tarnished Crown from the depredations of these scrofulous animals. They cared for nothing apart from getting this point across, be assured. Bottom line? Just this: hapless Brits don’t have to like it; they have to shut up and take it, that’s what.

And with that, I can’t imagine that I’m gonna have a whole lot more to say around here about the suicide of Once-Great, Now-Pathetic Britain. They are what they are, we all KNOW what they are, and it’s not going to change. Britain is now just another Moslem shitrapy, entirely and exclusively because the British people sat on their asses and allowed it to happen. Instead of getting themselves all het up over the admittedly sorry situation Over There, Real Americans must now focus their attention on seeing to it that it doesn’t happen here, before it’s too late. We’re much too far along that dismal road already.

If Tommy Robinson has half a brain in his head, and I very much hope he does, he and his loved ones will never set foot on British soil again, not for any reason whatever. Every true patriot feels a strong pull towards the land of his birth and his countrymen, of course, but the sad fact is that there’s not a damned thing he or anybody else can do to rescue the benighted UK now. Like Elvis, it’s gone and cannot be brought back.

Update! Not much reason for me to keep elevating my blood pressure with this kind of crap when Mark Steyn covers it so adroitly.

Rupert Lowe is doing a magnificent job with his “rape gang inquiry” – and, as I said a few days ago, it does my heart good to see our friend Sammy Woodhouse up there seated alongside him – as opposed to the last “inquiry” where the Government’s plan was to have Sammy seated next to Rotherham bi-guy rapist Lord Ahmed. That’s right: pre-Rupert Lowe, they were putting the rapists on the investigatory panels. I was going to call Lord Ahmed “Labour’s paedo peer”, but I realised that that doesn’t narrow it down much: see Sir Keir’s furious face at PMQs after Mrs Badenoch accused him of leading a ministry of “paedophile-apologists”.

Another aspect that has emerged in recent days is the complicity of Islamic women in the activities of their menfolk. As I gradually realised a decade ago, they are almost all aware that every chap in their household is participating in the gang-rape of certain white working-class girls – and they’re cool with that. After all, if you have to live among the hideous painted strumpets of the infidel, the girls might as well be put to use. So from The Daily Mail:

Labour mayor is found guilty of helping hide her son’s phone after he raped a 15-year-old girl

I had initially assumed, following the mayor’s tearful plea in court that a “mother’s love” had clouded her judgment, that the rapist was seventeen, nineteen or some such. In fact, as you can see from the photograph above, the kid was forty-one. At the time, he was serving, officially, as “Consort” to the Mayor. That’s some bollocks-type title equivalent to the use of “First Lady” in America, which is likewise bollocks and which I have never liked. But apparently “Consort” is its British and non-binary equivalent and, as our illustration makes plain, comes with its own impressive chain of “office”.

And in Berkshire, Diwan Khan, Consort to the Mayor of Bracknell Forest, while in-between municipal functions, enjoyed slipping drugs into the drinks of minors and then raping them. His fifteen-year-old victim woke up naked on the back seat of his car and wondered what had happened. So the Consort to the Mayor used one hand to choke her and the other to hold up his telephone and show her the video he’d taken of their romantic interlude. This is also a very Paki thing: most rapists are a little sheepish about evidence of their brutality. But, in the vibrant diversity of England, the thugs who violate your daughters like to make souvenir movies they can show to their friends, brothers, fathers, grandfathers, etc.

Do they also show them to Mum? When the police knocked on the door of Mayor Naheed Ejaz, she waited a minute-and-a-half before responding. She used that time to order her son – in Urdu, so the coppers could not understand – to hide his mobile.

Because she knew what Muslim men keep on their telephones.

She knew what the police would see if they found it – and apparently she could not be as sure of the indifference of Thames Valley Police as Mancunians, Yorkshiremen and Shropshire lads are of the indifference of the Greater Manchester, South Yorkshire and West Mercia constabularies. When the coppers had been admitted, both mother and son continued to speak in Urdu, avoiding the word “phone”, which is the same in both languages. So on bodycam video Diwan can be heard referring only to “the big bell”, to which the Mayor replies, “Keep quiet. I know.” The mobile has never been found.

Tellingly, Naheed Ejaz owned, and Diwan Khan drove for, a family taxi firm – because cabs are also central to control of the municipal rape-gang business. The Mayor has now been convicted of perverting the course of justice. But the family are old hands at perverting in a more general sense.

Post-Immivasion Britain has become so warped, so depraved, so mind-bogglingly decayed and distorted that it truly beggars belief. Winston Churchill wouldn’t recognize the place, and would surely be sickened unto death at seeing how very far the homeland he once cherished has fallen…as all decent, honorable people should be.