2009: The society of segregation

Nothing increases my blood pressure like a good old-fashioned immigration story. That, and the contestants on Paris Hilton's British Best Friend.

This recent 'fray' shall we call it, regarding the muslim extremists' hate parade in Luton when the homecoming troops landed on British soil, has pissed off everyone in the country I think. Well, apart from New Labour fat cats who think the answer to this debaucle is to plough more money into ridiculous "Preventing Violent Extremism" schemes. Not that this corner of society has a problem taking money off Britain.

This story in the Mail details the community behind the protest, where only one white household resides in the entire Bury Park area where the extremist group hails from. Alfred and Doreen Harrop, who are in their eighties, have had bricks thrown through their windows and their car vandalised by extremists who wish Bury Park to be a Muslim-only community. A Muslim-only community! Pardon us for breathing.

Home Office grants have been handed to Luton's main mosque in the sum of £200,000, with £400,000 set aside for the future. Almost all of the fanatic extremists, according to the Muslim leader at the mosque, are on the dole or claiming benefits of some kind.

Is it a coincidence, then, that the muslim extremist party in Luton is only 35-strong? That is little more headcount than that of a group of pubescent chavs lurking in front of Tesco on a Friday night. Amongst the frustration and despair I feel at this issue, I can also sift out what is unmistakedly sympathy at how pathetic they are. Desperately trying to be taken seriously and to intimidate, the irony is that they depend on the state they despise so much. They have no qualms combing their beards, putting on their hijab, and strolling along to the post office to collect their dole.

They will probably defend this as "taking advantage" of gullable, generous Britain. Of getting what they are owed. But in reality it just shows they are lazy. How can they be taken seriously by their peers and respected in muslim society whose name they blacken when they are revelling in the nanny state?

Extremist muslims are like children who spend their days terrorising smaller children and running riot, stamping on insects and stealing from the corner shop, who then go back to their mums for tea.

To avoid sounding like a low-life numpty: if you don't like it here, travel the short distance to Luton airport and get the next plane out. I'm sure taxpayers wouldn't mind too much the Luton looters using their money to leave Britain, if anything.

There is plenty of political unrest in the Northwest frontier of Pakistan they can get involved in. Plenty of girls' schools to burn down and barbers to murder for shaving men's beards. Or is that too scary?

I think the Luton extremists like to be extreme from the safety of their armchairs.