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I see the River Thames foaming with much blood.

We must be mad, literally mad as a nation to be permitting the annual

inflow of such dangerous aliens.

It is like watching a nation busily engaged in heaving up its own funeral

pyre.

So insane are we that we actually permit an unmarried...

visitor to immigrate for the purpose of destroying our

floating in water, play violins and show me skinny people looking sad?

I still don't care.

The illegal migration bill will allow us to stop the boats that are bringing

these delinquents to our shores in flagrant breach of both our laws and the

will of the British people.

For a government not to respond.

be to betray the will of the people we were elected to serve.

Which people deserve to know who is serious about stopping the invasion on

our southern coast?

We must stop the flood of immigrants heading to UK shore.

No mistake, these migrants are like cockroaches.

They are built to survive a nuclear bomb.

I travel round the park in my running gear late at night.

And I come across that black man, shrinking in the spooky corner by the

distance. I would love to pretend that I don't turn a hair.

As colleagues will be aware, last week, my right honourable friend, the Prime

Minister, announced a world-first deal with Rwanda.

UK and Rwanda Migration and Economic Development Partnership addresses the

shared international challenge of illegal migration and will help break

these evil people.

Those who make dangerous, illegal or unnecessary journeys to claim asylum

in the UK may now be relocated to Rwanda.

take responsibility for processing their claims and, if they are recognized as

refugees, building their lives there.

No doubt that the weapons will fall silent and the tribal warriors will all

break out in watermelon smiles in order to see his big black...

Touch inside the gun holster of the White Mistress.

Get me out of here.

great wrong has been done to black aliens.

I do not admit that a wrong has been done to these people by the

fact that a stronger race, a higher grade race, a more

worldly wise race, to put it that way, has come in and taken

their place.

I cannot understand this.

about the use of deportation flights.

I am strongly in favor of using forced removal against

uncivilized tribes.

I am also strongly in favor of using poison gas against

uncivilized tribes.

It's not rocket science.

I'm a gas them.

Or cast them away.

Put the damn cockroaches on a plane.

Or just exterminate them straight away.

Lest they survive nuclear Armageddon.

Exterminate all the brutes.

This is pea soup.

Yes, my nephew has been prepared.

Delicious, tender, very exalted.

Exalted.

Why isn't he eating?

I fed him earlier in the kitchen, sir. He was hungry after his long dream.

You never mentioned you had a nephew.

You never asked, ma'am.

I don't see much of a family resemblance.

Of course he's welcome to stay with us as long as he needs to get settled. It

must be unnerving for him to be homeless and out of work in a new city.

Where did you say it came from again?

Birmingham? Even a bit further than that, ma'am.

We have plenty of room, and we can always find things for him to do around

the house.

Or perhaps we could give him some of the gardening.

Although I know that's your favourite job. You attack it with such gusto.

You've been with us so long, it feels like you're one of the family.

We want your nephew to feel right at home.

Thank you, ma'am. I hope you don't mind that I borrow some clothes for him to

wear. I'm happy that you did, although I must mention some of the things he's

wearing actually belong to me.

Although he almost looks better in them than I did.

Very fetching.

Is there anything left?

I'll buy some new clothes for him when I go shopping tomorrow.

Why don't you send the maid?

No, no, I'll do it myself. I'll cancel my lunch at the club.

Oh.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I hope you don't mind sharing a room with me.

All of the other spare rooms are filled with my mum's shopping bags.

She's kind of a hoarder.

I don't think she looks at it after she's bought it.

I don't mind.

MWAH!

Thank you.

thank you

No.

Thank you.

Where are you?

I'm here

I'm trying to look for something to wear.

Please, turn around and close your eyes.

Thank you.

uh

Bye. Bye.

Oh.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, shit.

I have to leave tomorrow.

What? I am not your

Picanini with a watermelon smile.

I am not your magical negro.

I am a pansexual revolutionary.

Where I come from, my powers are natural and commonplace.

I am a freedom fighter, but if you do not cry long live freedom, with humility

and with love, you are not crying long live freedom.

A new creature has burst into the world.

It is called the other.

Other voices, other gazes, other colours, other dances.

All will become familiar and enlarge the earth.

I have exerted upon you a positive and negative influence.

My seductions have been both intense and devastating.

I have come to wreak havoc and also to plant the seed of new life.

My seed inside of you.

You've surely come here to destroy.

And for me, the destruction could not be more complete.

or sweeter.

You have annihilated my identity, the idea that I have always had of my life.

You've injected into the gray, damp emptiness that was my life the

virus of homosexual vigor and youth with your sacred sex

and your erotic

Oedipal interventions.

You've demolished a society founded on class violence, imperialism, slavery.

You've shaken me to the core.

I've been transformed from the possessor to the

possessed.

You've colonized the colonizer.

And you've seduced me with an abandon.

that is both innocent and arrogant.

You embody the complicity of the sub-proletariat and God.

You have transformed me from

mother to whore, from wife

to adulteress.

You've filled the void between my legs.

You have destroyed nothing that was not already a wasteland.

Before you came to exterminate me, tomorrow was like today.

And the day after tomorrow was like the day before yesterday.

I had no real interest in anything.

You have resurrected in me.

Feelings of life I thought long dead.

Isn't that the very definition of love?

You have sowed the seeds of love and lust in me.

You have opened my legs and my heart.

You have impregnated me with hope for the future.

Before I used to love no one but my daddy.

Now I love everyone.

You have given me affection and you have taught me boundless devotion.

I now have the ability to love everybody.

And to make love with intense ardour.

You are irreplaceable.

You have made me different and removed me from my comfort zone.

You have disrupted the false naturalness of the bourgeoisie and challenged the

heteronormative orthodoxy.

You have shattered me into a million pieces.

Until now, I don't recognise myself.

Because everything that once made me like the others has been destroyed.

I had sex with my father, drank piss and blood and ate feces.

And now I quiver with joy.

You've made me want to become a true artist, one that shuns traditional

methods and has a taste for visceral, emotional technique.

The artist peels away infinite layers of melancholy.

and degrades himself in the pursuit of immortality.

Poor, idiot, pathetic whore.

Thank you.

Yes.