Victorian memorial statue of Florence Nightingale in Westminster, London

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Imagine being stabbed by a man with a big knife, who then offered to sell you some handy bandages at half price, before expecting you to be grateful for it. Here in the U.K., that lovely generous binding-peddler is David Lammy. The nation’s new Foreign Secretary in more ways than one, Lammy is a very large black gentleman of proud Guianan heritage who is built like Idi Amin, and is every bit as mentally acute.

Following the recent race riots across England, Lammy laboriously scrawled out an article on his favorite Etch A Sketch and submitted it to The Sunday Times to be typed up by a secretary in which he blamed “the Far-Right” for the disturbances and advanced the novel theory that the best way to prevent native white English people from feeling like aliens in their own ancestral homeland was…to make them feel even more like aliens in their own ancestral homeland:

I believe passionately that people of all backgrounds need to integrate and need to live with their neighbors. The Far-Right has forgotten this need to integrate. It has forgotten about what it means to be English. The north star of our values is tolerance and our beautiful country is held together by a constellation of values [the Far-Right] has rejected.

This comes perilously close to saying that, in Anno Stultus 2024, “what it means to be English” is in fact to be Guianan. White people now “need to integrate” with their non-white colonizers.

Nursing a Grievance
According to Lammy, Britain just couldn’t function without amazing non-white people like him, once explaining to some U.K. Black History Month propagandists that:

After World War Two, the NHS [National Health Service, aka Nigerians Healing the Sick] was desperate for a workforce. Despite the abuses, despite the exploitation, and despite slavery, our forefathers heard the call. From 1948, with dignity and pride, [and desiring higher wages than on offer in their homelands, but Lammy doesn’t mention that] our parents and grandparents worked for this country’s sick and injured…. [Black immigrants] did the low-grade and poorly paid jobs that kept Britain running—the jobs everyone else in Britain refused to do.

Like being nurses, presumably. Here’s an interesting fact, though: In 1948, when the Negro Health Service was founded, there were an estimated 125,000 nurses employed in it, doing the jobs most British women apparently “refused to do.” How many of these were white? The vast majority of them, because Britain was still an overwhelmingly white country, as it always previously had been. By 1955, according to one celebratory U.K. newspaper profile, headlined “These colored nurses are happy,” “Nearly 2,000 colored nurses work in 300 hospitals in England and Wales”—for those of numerological bent, that’s an amazing but satanically sinister average of 6.66 per hospital.

There really was a sizable shortage of NHS nurses post-WWII, and official attempts were indeed made to steal some from saving the lives of expendable darkies abroad, but really, 6-and-a-bit race-traitor nurses per hospital won’t have made that much difference to the overall standard of U.K. health care, will it? We are often told these days that, during the NHS’ first perilous decade, it would have collapsed completely without the vital contribution of all those wonderful black nurses. If so, then how well would it have managed without all the white ones?

Today, one in five NHS nurses are non-white, although, the NHS tells us, this rises “to much higher levels (up to 40%) in some regions and parts of the country, such as London.” This would be the same London where, as of 2021, only 36.8 percent of the population were still classed as being “White British” on census forms. Therefore, in such places, won’t most of these modern-day non-white nurses now be treating mostly non-white patients? So what was the actual long-term benefit to London’s original white population of importing these people, Mr. Lammy?

Swallowing Anything
I think this is what is generally called “swapping one problem for another one.” Readers may recall the nursery rhyme “The Old Woman Who Swallowed a Fly,” in which a pensioner accidentally ingests a bluebottle, then swallows a spider to eat it, then swallows a bird to eat that, and so ad infinitum, until eventually she swallows a horse to eat a cow, and promptly dies from sheer equine indigestion. Well, in 1948 Britain swallowed a few harmless-seeming fly-size black nurses to fill a limited but manageable labor shortage and, eighty years later, ended up choking to death on David Lammy as its big, fat, horse-size Home Secretary.

In return merely for some slightly better-staffed hospitals, factories, and suchlike during the 1950s, the United Kingdom ended up being transformed into a completely foreign country where, as Lammy recently put it, our “north star” value of “tolerance” is now so widely adhered to and successful that there have just literally been mass race riots on the nation’s streets.

Wouldn’t it have been easier to have simply increased nurses’ pay a bit more back at the time to entice more native white British women into the profession, rather than saving a bit of cash in the short term by importing West Indians and Pakistanis to the long-term detriment of the nation? Individually, I’m sure most did a good job, and knew precisely in which end to shove their respective thermometers, but collectively, their people’s presence here has been a civilizational disaster.

Of all people, you’d think nurses would recognize a sticking-plaster solution when they see one.

Trevor and His Pussy Wagon
Another black-skinned knifeman peddling cheap bandages in Britain today is Sir Trevor Phillips, a former Head of the Commission for Racial Equality body under multiculturalism-loving PM Tony Blair. In 2005, following some unfortunate minor incidents involving Mohammedans creating yet further work for the NHS by vibrantly placing bombs on London buses, Phillips famously about-turned and warned that the country was “sleepwalking into segregation” based upon race and religion, as just evidenced once again by the 2024 riots. So what is Trevor’s current solution to the problems substantially caused by his former government paymasters, who carelessly threw open the borders to all comers even more after being elected back in 1997? More mass immigration, please!

In his regular Times column following the riots, Phillips called the white rebels “thickos and sickos,” his article being headlined “Rioters long for a Britain that never existed”—i.e., a fundamentally white British one, without Sir Trevor Phillips in it. And yet such a polity did exist in this country, as recently as 1951, when only 0.1 percent of the population were non-white. By 2021, around 25 percent were.

Phillips’ current argument is that this level of unprecedented ethnic transformation is necessary, because white couples are no longer having enough children to fill all the gaps in the workforce, so all these Africans and Arabs flooding into the land are doing it an immense favor—the same argument tried about non-white NHS nurses back in the 1950s, but on a far vaster scale. In another 2024 Times op-ed, headed “Ministers must stop moaning about migrants,” Phillips argued that consequent mass diversity would end up being a boon for the British economy on the dubious grounds that “in global markets, failure to understand other cultures can be make-or-break for your product.”

For “evidence,” Trevor cited the case of the Japanese car giants Honda, who, unaccountably having a board full of actual Japanese people, had decided to brand one of their new models the “Honda Fitta,” unaware that, unlike in Tokyo, the word “Fitta” means “pussy” throughout Scandinavia. As Honda’s marketing slogan went “small on the outside, big on the inside,” this led to poor sales in the region amongst everyone other than literal fans of auto-erotica. Phillips’ conclusion was “there’s no point scrambling to hire a Swede after you’ve made the multi-million dollar mistake.”

So, by this logic, Japan now somehow needs to be inundated with millions of Scandinavians, just so they don’t accidentally call their next car the Honda Clitoris in Norwegian or something—meanwhile, Scandinavia itself is being swamped with millions of Muslims, just so Syria and Iraq don’t accidentally end up being sold a new Volvo Vulva. Would a better alternative not just be for the Japs to either buy themselves a dual-language dictionary, or else quickly run the name of their next car past some local Nordic business agents living in Scandinavia first before they launch it, rather than inviting in a full-on neo-Viking invasion of Nippon?

Existing on a Knife-Edge
A classic example of immigrants being lauded for supposedly solving problems they themselves help cause occurred in London recently, when an 11-year-old Australian girl was badly stabbed in Leicester Square, allegedly by a Romanian immigrant “of no fixed abode,” which I presume means he owned a caravan. In light of several recent prominent stabbings by other “Britons of nontraditional background,” as they say, the media were eager to stave off any further stabbing-motivated riots from angry white people by emphasizing the convenient fact that the main bystander who stepped in to save the girl was a brave Muslim security guard named Abdullah.

On a personal, individual level, Abdullah doubtless deserves much credit, and immediate access to 72 virgins in Allah’s Heaven as soon as he, too, is one day randomly stabbed to death by a passing resident of Transylvania who has been brought over here by Sir Trevor Phillips purely to prevent the accidental release of a Dacia Minge compact family hatchback onto the nation. But this is rather to miss the wider (knife-)point.

As Canada’s leading truth-teller Mark Steyn put it in his own summary of this case: “the not-so-subtle subtext of the [many admiring media] reports was: You get it yet, you lousy Islamophobes? We need immigrants to come here to do the jobs Britons won’t do—like saving the little girl from being stabbed by some of the other immigrants we let in.” Yes, and no doubt the even braver nurses who stemmed her wounds were themselves all brave black Romanian Muslims too.

You know another non-white philanthropist who used to work in the NHS? Bashar al-Assad. Before becoming a mass-murdering Syrian dictator, Bashar trained as an ophthalmologist in London. And, in the latest non-white NHS nurse-related news, the U.K.’s Royal College of Nursing has just announced that it is fine with its members refusing to administer treatment to any patients they arbitrarily deem to be racist. It will be fun to see what happens if a white nurse should happen to let David Lammy die on the floor one day if he turns up bleeding buckets in her clinic on such grounds.

Unassimilable cheap-labor non-white immigrants from genuinely foreign cultures can solve many short-term problems. But they can also cause equally as many long-term problems too—far worse ones than short-staffed hospitals or slight cumulative downturns in overall national GDP. But still we are told by our lying governments that we absolutely need these people by the boatloads and could never possibly exist without them. Disturbingly, many voters still actually believe them.

I know an old lady who swallowed a lie, I don’t know why she swallowed the lie—perhaps she’ll die? I’m afraid that, in Old Mother Britannia’s case, she already has. Largely of immigrant-inflicted stab wounds.