A Monday Evening in Knightsbridge

Last Monday night the unwashed were out polluting the air of London Town with the stench of  B.O. and bullshit as they showed their support for their Islamofascist friends in protesting about the French Burkha ban. More hypocritical crap from a group that claims to protect the `wimmins` rights but are quite happy to see them imprisoned behind a medieval garment designed to cut them off from the rest of the world. Designed for women by men whos sexual urges are so great that they cant see bare flesh without getting a rape-on. Its sick.

The patriots of the English Defence League and Casuals United felt the need to counter this demo as we fully support the French and only wish our own government would be brave enough to follow those other European countries who have, or are in the process of implementing this ban. There is no place for this disgusting garment in western society and is just another example of Islamic militancy and their total disregard for our culture and traditions.

A group of fifty lads assembled under the radar a mere 500 yards from where the soapdodgers and their friends had gathered and we split into two groups. The first group consisting of mainly game youth walked up to the demo site from the main road chanting `E E EDL` which gave the older lads the chance to slip around the back of the demo and completely suprise the UAF and the Old Bill.

Caught napping was an understatement as a handful of coppers were brushed aside as the patriots rushed in. The look of fear and the stench of flatulence was thick in the air as the lefties completely shat themselves. The youth coming in from one side and the rest of the boys from the other. A classic pincer movement executed with military precision. In the true traditions of british political debate blows were traded as the lefties were liberated of banners and self respect. In no time at all the Police reinforcements arrived. Most with sugar stuck to their faces where they were obviously indulging in that great police passtime of doughnut eating. Weymann Bennet had to be forcibly restrained from licking all the coppers faces.

We picked up one casualty as a brave patriot was arrested by the forces of law and disorder. They made a meal of his arrest as he was only protecting himself , from a flagpole waving jihadi nutjob. (good work kiddo, the beers are on me). The Rozzers now numbering around 100 or more pushed us back leaving the crustys and their friends to lick their wounds. Fat boy Weymann then decided it was safe to come out of hiding and slobbered to the front of the tramps collective only to be met with a rousing chorus of `who ate all the pies`. Unusually for the fat jibbering bastard he was lost for words and had to make do with eating a passing traffic warden.

Having made our point and utterly ruining their demo the agents of our government decided it was time to go. To the chant of `We`ve took the piss again` We were escorted to Knightsbridge tube station and escorted all the way across London to Acton Town before being left to make our own way back into town for a victory celebration and much back slapping.

We have proved yet again that when required we will go where we like, when we like, and do whatever the fuck we like to whoever we dont like. NO fucking surrender…….EVER