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The following essay by El Inglés is the first of a three-part report on the Pakistanis. It is being posted this week to commemorate the tenth anniversary of the publication of Surrender, Genocide… or What?, which caused the ejection of Gates of Vienna from Pajamas Media. For more on the memorable events of 2008, see this post.
Against the Murdering, Thieving Hordes of Pakistanis
by El Inglés
It will not have escaped the attention of anyone likely to read this essay that the last few years have seen a sharp increase in the severity of the problems created in European countries by Muslims. Developments have, we feel, reached a point where we need to commit the unforgivable offence of stating the obvious: certain populations currently resident in certain European countries need to leave. Given that they will not leave willingly, they will have to be forced out.
Of course, we are not so arrogant as to make any concrete suggestions as to who exactly these peoples might be in European countries other than our own. This is a matter for the respective peoples of those countries to decide for themselves: the Dutch in the Netherlands, the French in France, the Germans in Germany. Being British, we will limit ourselves to considering courses of action that should be taken by the British people. In this particular document, we advocate more specifically the driving out of the Pakistani Muslim diaspora of the United Kingdom. Readers should note that this term includes all people of Pakistani Muslim origin in the UK, irrespective of the citizenship they might hold.
We will start by looking at the country of Pakistan itself, in an attempt to root it more firmly in our minds. Here, we apologize in advance for any psychological damage inflicted upon our unsuspecting readers by this sudden, up-close-and-personal exposure to the horrors of this deeply unpleasant country. Spoiler alert: it is precisely the type of place one would expect, given the assiduously pestilential and malevolent diaspora it has bestowed upon us.
Having given the reader some sort of grounding in what Pakistan actually is, we will draw out certain key themes to demonstrate the cultural, religious and psychic continuity of Pakistanis in Pakistan and the Pakistani Muslim diaspora in the United Kingdom. This will allow us to illustrate what a damaging and contaminating presence they are. It is worth pointing out here that a small fraction of the population of Pakistan consists of non-Muslim groups such as Christians, Sikhs, and Hindus. These people are not the focus of our analysis; the term Pakistani should not be taken as referring to them unless specified; and, for what little it is worth, we extend to them our heartfelt sympathies that they should be exposed, day in, day out, to the tender mercies of Pakistani Muslims.
Next, we will lay out in some detail just what sort of policies we believe a future British government could and should implement in order to force out the Pakistani diaspora of the UK. Let us be clear — we are not engaging in some sort of blue-sky thinking about what the government could do in principle to achieve this objective. We are explicitly advocating everything we discuss in the section in question, unless we specify to the contrary. This point will become clearer during the relevant discussion.
Welcome to Pakistan
Such are the horrors and madness it encompasses that one must occasionally, as one reads about Pakistan and its multifarious peoples, stop and remind oneself that the country is, in fact, real; that it does, in fact, exist. It is not a satirical construct created to warn us of the dangers of certain courses of action, or modes of thought. Nor is it a light-hearted alien world dreamt up by the creators of a piece of science fiction. We know that it is real for two reasons: a) its people increasingly infest our own country, the United Kingdom, and logic dictates that they must have originated somewhere; and b) the current author actually read a book on Pakistan by way of basic research for this essay — Pakistan, A Hard Country.
Yes, reader! Lest you convince yourself that we writers are an effete and weak-willed bunch, we would point out that this particular writer read the best part of an entire book on the subject of this nasty, depressing dirthole. Such is his dedication to the cause of learning and reflection. Admittedly, he skipped most of the section on Balochistan, which was even more disturbing and depressing than the rest of the country. Nonetheless, the reader should not conclude on this basis that this author’s commitment to excellence in research is anything less than total.
Here I must apologize to the author of this reference work, one Anatol Lieven. He would doubtless be dismayed to discover that the fruit of his labours was to be used as fuel for the arguments of those who believe that the Pakistani population of the UK is a fifth column that deserves only to be driven out with all haste. This is, nonetheless, a pressing matter, and his sensibilities will not lead us to refrain from looking at Pakistan and its diaspora in the UK with a sceptical eye and rendering such judgement as we deem appropriate.
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Let us then throw together a brief and eclectic country summary for Pakistan, a sort of through-the-looking-glass travel guide for those with an interest in the country. Pakistan came into existence in 1947, when British India was partitioned to create two new countries: India and Pakistan. That the two countries grew out of British imperial history has allowed the denizens of the Indian sub-continent to blame the white man for every affliction they have suffered in the last 70 years, even when the affliction in question consists of their murdering each other, with no obvious reluctance, over such things as: their freely-chosen religions; a cow; a pig or part thereof; damage inflicted upon a book; conflicting interpretations of the mutterings of a mad 7th-century Arab; illicit love between boy and girl; or, in extreme cases, illicit love between boy and livestock (though this last occurs relatively seldom and is usually hushed up before it hits Instagram). Verily, the powers of the white man are all-encompassing!
The proud new country of Pakistan consisted of modern-day Pakistan (then West Pakistan) and modern-day Bangladesh (then East Pakistan) as well. What, precisely, these two groups of people saw in each other that should have led them into this unhappy union remains a profound mystery. Regardless, the new country disintegrated in 1971 as the Bangladeshis (which is to say, the East Pakistanis) rose up against Pakistani (which is to say, West Pakistani) rule, were horribly brutalized, and were then rescued by the Indians. East Pakistan thus became Bangladesh, a country afflicted to this very day by two apparently insoluble problems: firstly, the country was built in the middle of a river; and secondly, it is full of Bangladeshis. Bangladesh and its UK diaspora will be subjected to analysis in future works. Here, we must satisfy ourselves with the observation that the country is not on our bucket list.
West Pakistan had now been shorn of its Bangladeshi ballast by an Indian Army that, though no match for the inscrutable Orientals on the other side of the Himalayas, could still at the very least give the bally Pakis what for. Before this second great partition of India, East and West Pakistan together had constituted a desperate, pre-modern, sectarian, tribal, Muslim hellhole that had a disconcerting tendency to be devastated by floodwaters coming down from the Tibetan plateau. Radically transformed by the war of 1971, West Pakistan (henceforth simply Pakistan) now stood ready to embrace a brighter future as a desperate, pre-modern, sectarian, tribal, Muslim hellhole that had a disconcerting tendency to be devastated by floodwaters coming down from the Tibetan plateau. Only one thing stood in its way: it was soon discovered that the country was full of Pakis, and therefore doomed.
The official languages of Pakistan are Urdu and English. The latter is the language of a now-despised group of ex-colonial overlords known to history as the British. The former is an Indian language brought to Pakistan around the time of Partition in 1947 by the northern Indian Muslim elites who, in a huff over not being granted what they saw as equal rights in what would have been a united India, engineered the creation of Pakistan itself. These people, referred to collectively as the Mohajirs, settled largely in the city of Karachi, which is the capital city of the state of Sindh. The Mohajirs, coming from India, are some of the truest believers in the political project that is Pakistan. Reader, one’s belief in the political project that is Pakistan must be profound indeed if one is actually motivated to go and live there; all the people who are already there want to live in Bradford.
Despite being the capital of Sindh, Karachi has few Sindhis in it, as it was largely overwhelmed by said Mohajirs. These people have come to be despised as invaders and oppressors by the Sindhis, who are numerically dominant in Sindh outside of Karachi. This means that both official languages of Pakistan are the languages of peoples despised as invaders by a substantial fraction of the population. Imagine Chinese having two official languages, English and Japanese, and you will be on the right lines.
The other main group of people in Karachi is the Pathans, whose generally florid and pleasant nature quickly reveals itself to those who peruse the news coming out of the Afghan-Pakistani border area. Other Pakistanis love the Pathans when they, the Pathans, are killing Americans in Afghanistan, and despise and fear them at all other times, viewing them as sensible Western peoples tend to view Pakistanis more generally: primitive, barbaric, fanatical, rapidly-reproducing savages with whom some sort of Ragnarok-style battle will eventually be inevitable. The Pathans are convinced they are an inoffensive, decent people who are inexplicably loathed despite their contribution to the vibrant, multicultural tapestries that are Karachi and Quetta.