Standards Are Slipping
What happened to good old Britannia.
It's all gone to the pure bred grey hounds I'm telling you guys.
There was a time when Her Majesy's Constabulary of Plods could be relied on to deal with the immentnet threat of Pakistan flag waving darkies appropriately. It would be a quick round up, a feel of the little constable, a bish , a bosh and on yer way to your nefariously ethnic lifestyle young fellow me-lad.
In the hallowed days of the Blue Witch Lord LackBeard Thatcher, the Police would alway be keen to ignore any cries for help for brown people, they would diligently ignore any illegal goings on of the immigration kind and, in true honour to HRH herself, continue to trouser lots of notes of large denomination with her head on it while doing all of the above.
The rot really set in when they went all Blairite on us, with Community initiatives and recruiting brown police men amongst other dark and evil recommendations thrust upon them by the flip-flop wearers of Islington.
I thought they'd returned to their Miner bashing, Irishman abusing pomp when they drilled MR Jean Charles De Menzes for the crime of not wearing a suicide belt and threatening to read his Metro in plain sight of white people. Having made up for all those years of laying off black people by pumping 5 or more rounds into him, normal service looked to have been resumed.
But I was to be dispointed by the boys in blue flack jackets.
It all started off really well. They were in there CSI/SWAT stylee with the heavy duty Nazi helmets and the shiny MP5 machine guns. To top it all the had the BIG EFFING Battering ram. They hived off a family for twelve hour to ask really meaningful questions like "Do you eat curry?"
Then the piece de resistance, they smashed their way into a darkie house and hit pay dirt. Lots of dodgy dudes with bad Beards, bingo, out came the guns and bang.
But alas! What is this, our highly trained officers missed the dude. Well they got him in the shoulder. Amatuers I tell you. Honestly, no 10 bullet bursts leading to multiple hits, no, one shot in the shoulder.
The boys in blue have dissapointed us for sure - I blame the polenta and IKEA for this evil.
It's all gone to the pure bred grey hounds I'm telling you guys.
There was a time when Her Majesy's Constabulary of Plods could be relied on to deal with the immentnet threat of Pakistan flag waving darkies appropriately. It would be a quick round up, a feel of the little constable, a bish , a bosh and on yer way to your nefariously ethnic lifestyle young fellow me-lad.
In the hallowed days of the Blue Witch Lord LackBeard Thatcher, the Police would alway be keen to ignore any cries for help for brown people, they would diligently ignore any illegal goings on of the immigration kind and, in true honour to HRH herself, continue to trouser lots of notes of large denomination with her head on it while doing all of the above.
The rot really set in when they went all Blairite on us, with Community initiatives and recruiting brown police men amongst other dark and evil recommendations thrust upon them by the flip-flop wearers of Islington.
I thought they'd returned to their Miner bashing, Irishman abusing pomp when they drilled MR Jean Charles De Menzes for the crime of not wearing a suicide belt and threatening to read his Metro in plain sight of white people. Having made up for all those years of laying off black people by pumping 5 or more rounds into him, normal service looked to have been resumed.
But I was to be dispointed by the boys in blue flack jackets.
It all started off really well. They were in there CSI/SWAT stylee with the heavy duty Nazi helmets and the shiny MP5 machine guns. To top it all the had the BIG EFFING Battering ram. They hived off a family for twelve hour to ask really meaningful questions like "Do you eat curry?"
Then the piece de resistance, they smashed their way into a darkie house and hit pay dirt. Lots of dodgy dudes with bad Beards, bingo, out came the guns and bang.
But alas! What is this, our highly trained officers missed the dude. Well they got him in the shoulder. Amatuers I tell you. Honestly, no 10 bullet bursts leading to multiple hits, no, one shot in the shoulder.
The boys in blue have dissapointed us for sure - I blame the polenta and IKEA for this evil.
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