Now that the consequences of Muslim immigration have become apparent, the question is should we resist or allow ourselves to be soothed?
Resistance sounds nasty and racist, so what to do? Tranquilize the entire UK population of course. Is this as deliberate as the the last government’s open doors policy turned out to be?
The BBC is running a campaign to acclimatise the UK and maybe the world to the bizarre dogma of a cult which differs from fascism only by masquerading as a religion.
Someone at the BBC thinks the way to deal with something antithetical to the UK in every imaginable manner is to sanctify it, bestow upon it special standards which apply to nothing else whatsoever, and introduce it to us at every opportunity, sprinkled with fairy dust.
It seeps into all areas of the BBC’s output, drama, news, documentaries, children’s television, and even to the nitty gritty – religious broadcasting.
Appointing a Muslim as head of BBC religious broadcasting caused a bit of a stir, but the BBC soothed us till we settled back down again. No matter what our lying eyes might observe, Islam will be portrayed as a force for good. When Jihad turned out to be another word for terrorism, the word terrorism itself was censored. The ‘holy war’ is re-branded as ‘militancy’. Ask someone who was blinded, who lost a a limb or a loved one in 9/11, 7/7, or Lockerbie to swallow that bitter pill.
A B-BBC reader was alarmed by this BBC offering, for Lent. What has Lent got to do with Imam Feisal Abdul Rauf, of the Cordoba Initiative Islamic Cultural Centre, near ground Zero in New York, one might ask. Is he about to appeal for funding for one of those gigantic Mosques? Or is he merely here to tell Christians all about universal human conditions such as temptation, betrayal, abandonment, greed, forgiveness and love?
Hand me the valium.
I am probably the only one who sat through two thirds of My Brother The Islamist because it was on BBC Three, a channel watched by hardly anyone. It was trailed quite a bit, so I switched it on to see if the BBC had conjured up a new way to make radical Islam look cuddly.
Before getting the thumbs up, a filmmaker must pitch his idea to the BBC. What a doddle for Robb Leech. It was obviously the concept that got him the go-ahead, rather than his filmmaking ability.
Poor old Rich the radical, what a sorry state he was in. He was so easily swayed by others that he appeared to be half sponge half man. His step brother Robb the filmmaker wasn’t far behind, because although the film began by conceding that radical Islam was a bit odd, we were quickly reassured that it wasn’t so bad after all. Poor Rich, though. Despite being a Weymouth lad, a few weeks in London had turned him into a multiculti patois-speaking alien in a shalwar kameez wha’evah, and what he had lost, accent-wise, he had gained in facial hair. Anjem Choudary featured prominently, what a nice moderate fellow he actually turns out to be. Who’d have thought?
A group of would-be jihadis were shown watching emotive images of babies, supposedly victims of ‘Israeli chemical weapons,’ propaganda specially designed to whip them up into a frenzy. Where do they get such stuff? Is any of it authentic? Who cares? Not Robb the filmmaker and not Rich the radical.
The BBC ‘s campaign to normalise Islam is becoming clunkingly obvious, but are you anaesthetised yet?