The United Kingdom is not part of the Schengen Area, and has hence escaped the worst of the “migration crisis” that is now ravaging much of the rest of Western Europe. However, Britain is already thoroughly culturally enriched, so it is only a matter of time before it succumbs to the same multicultural madness as the rest of the EU.
In his latest essay, our English correspondent Seneca III takes an allegorical look at Modern Multicultural Britain.
A Metaphorical Question and Answer Session
by Seneca III
From a free-born Englishman:
Will you, my fellow free-born citizens, kill me if I, operating on the principle that ‘Offence is the best form of defence’, respond in a physical manner to the murderous, barbaric invaders who are determined to enslave or kill me and you, particularly those of us who will not bow down or go quietly into that good night?
A serving Soldier:
The jury is still out amongst the rank and file, although I suspect that the generals already have their orders.
A casually discarded Veteran:
I cannot answer that question on the grounds that I might incriminate myself… at the moment, that is.
Probably. I have a salary and a pension to protect. I have also been diversified, my senior officers are either RoPers or RoPer sympathisers/enablers, and I care not for the future of my children.
Certainly. This is my multiculti power grab, and you will not be permitted to derail it.
A Captain of Industry and of Commerce:
Likewise. I have my FY money and my safe bolt-hole sewn up.
A Banker, a Broker and a Barrister:
We are likewise with the Captains.
A Muslim MP:
Do not let the cat out of the bag too soon, honky, or people will latch onto the provisions of the Civil Contingencies Act 2004 (another priceless gift from al-Blair) and figure out what we have planned for them.
A Christian Priest:
Peace at any price.
Of course, Kuffar! You can’t die soon enough. We need your house to serve the needs of our breeding programme and to house our incoming brothers, the true warriors of Allah.
A Muslim local Councillor:
Come and ask that question in Bradford if you dare. This land is now our land and you will never have it back ,although we will be quite happy to behead you here.
A Rotherham schoolgirl:
They already did it to my mind.
A BBC Apparatchik:
That’s a difficult question for us. If you’re dead you won’t be able to pay your licence fee, and as we can’t prosecute the deceased how will we be able to fund our simple lifestyles and tiny pensions then?…Hmmm, now there’s a thought, mind you!……Update: We shall shortly be bunging our very expensive legal team millions of pounds of your licence tax in order to find or create a way to sue your Estate in perpetuity. Thank you, we will let you know when you can be profitably killed.
The question is superfluous. These are the cultured vanguard of the Religion of Peace, not barbarians.
A knee-jerk, metrosexual bleeding heart Liberal:
They are not invaders, they’re refugees coming here to create a new life and they are all women, children, heart surgeons, astrophysicists, engineers, business administrators, industrious well-educated workers and pacifists who are going to help us build a better future, you nasty right-wing, fascist, racist white man!
An MSM Journalist:
My Editor and our owner are seriously interested in such questions. What meme’s selling best at the moment? What are the sheeple prepared to buy? Any more drowned kiddies or clever little brown clock-makers about? They are really good earners and government-approved, to boot. Please tell us before you shuffle off.
A Man in the street:
I don’t understand what’s happening and I’m afraid.
— Seneca III
Middle England, during the Autumnal equinox.
A time of long, dark night is approaching.
For links to previous essays by Seneca III, see the Seneca III Archives.