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350 Years For This?

The disgrace of a human being we call the Mayor of London has once again demonstrated his odious anti-Semitic colours. At a prestigious dinner last night in the City, he suggested that two Jewish brothers, property developers who are involved in the 2012 Olympic development, "go back (to their own country) and see if they can do better under the Ayatollahs".

Aside from the fact that the said brothers were born in India of Iraqi descent, the suggestion that they “go back to their own country” smacks of the worst kind of classic anti-Semitism. It’s funny how he always keeps his choicest remarks for members of one single minority – and it ain’t the Asians or Afro-Caribbean’s.

He will of course make worthless pronouncement after pronouncement stating how much he respects the Jewish community blah blah blah – but we’re not fooled by his pathetic rhetoric. He’s just a nasty little racist who is using the platform of Mayor of London to propagate his insidious world-view. The scandal doesn’t centre so much on what he’s saying – it’s more to do with the lamentable fact that no-one seems to be willing (or able) to do anything to kick him out for saying it.

We, the long suffering Jewish Nation have become tired of his Nazi-like utterances.

Why doesn’t he do everyone a favour and go back to the gutter from whence he originated? The Office of Mayor of London deserves better. Much better.

The Jewish Chronicle doesn’t stop trumpeting the fact that 2006 is the 350th anniversary of the re-admittance of the Jews to the UK. It’s a pretty hollow commemoration if we have to keep on enduring the filth emanating from the trap of such an obnoxious shmuck – and his being allowed (by the power-brokers), to say it.

Comments

That's terrible! Why hasn't he been removed fro office? It's shameful!
The Scribbler said…
My point exactly.

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