So. One night last week, during dinner, the Baron brought up the sore subject of the continuing dhimmification of Britain (he reads too much Mark Styen, which tends to make him mordant).
He was referring, of course, to the uproar about beloved “Piglet.” He then ventured a prediction: the next thing to go would be piggy banks.
“No way,” I said. “The English are going soft, sure, but there are limits, B.”
“Wait and see,” he replied, cutting off another slice of the pork roast.
I stabbed a potato and looked at him. “Not even the Brits are that far down the hole…what will they use instead, fat little camels?”
Baron chewed thoughtfully on his haram meat. “They don’t call it Londonistan for nothing,” he reminded me.
Damn. He was right. The piggy banks are going, going…
|British banks are banning piggy banks because they may offend some Muslims.|
|Halifax and NatWest banks have led the move to scrap the time-honoured symbol of saving from being given to children or used in their advertising…|
First they came for the ice cream containers. Then they came for the pigs. What next?
Oh, that’s right: Muslims don’t like dogs, either. So what will you do when they come for Poochie?
And does this mean the Queen will have to let the Corgis go?
A very sadder-but-wiser tip of the hat to Charles