Five years of intense war against terror and Britain is far from
becoming Islamophobic to the degree that Blair and his Zionist friends
would have expected it to. Five years of Anglo-American war against
Islam, it is actually British Jews who insist that there has been an
alarming increase in Anti-Jewish feelings. More than one year after 7/7
the British public keeps refusing to endorse Blair’s distinction between
‘reactionary Islam’ and a ‘good’ kind. 

Though the British Government, the Home Office and the security forces
do everything they can to split the British society by spreading fear,
maintaining intense pressure on British Muslims through legislation,
raids, and the creation of some phantasmic terror alerts, the British
people remain totally apathetic to Blair’s call. If anything, the Brits
are now convinced that there is something wrong with Blair and that he
is actually the dangerous one. They want Blair out of the picture.
Interestingly enough, it was Blair’s fateful support of Israel’s
murderous attack against the Lebanese people that happened to be the
last nail in the Prime Minister’s coffin. 

One may ask why the Brits fail to follow their Ziophilic PM. 

Kebab is my answer, as simple as that. In the wee small hours, all you
can eat in Britain is Kebab: Chicken Shish, Lamb Shish, Lamb Doner,
Chicken Doner and Shwarma. Seemingly, it is at the Kebab places as well
as small corner shops where Brits encounter the Muslim community. In
most places it is a young Mediterranean or Asian male with a foreign
accent who is there to take care of one’s needs. Medium or Large? He
will ask, salad? Garlic sauce, chili sauce? 

It isn’t a secret anymore, merging into Britain is assimilating into its
cuisine. Balti cuisine is now ‘Britain’s National Dish’. Kebab is on the
verge of replacing the old Fish and Chips shops all over the country.
Gefilte Fish, how to say it, is still foreign terminology in English.
You may find it on Israeli imported tins at the Kosher section at Tesco
and M&S or in NW London but nowhere else. 

Kebab, on the other hand, is now scattered all over Britain. You will
find it in every high street. If you happen to visit a Kebab shop
located in an Arab-populated quarter such as Edgware Road, you may even
be lucky enough to get invited for a Shisha session. And this is
basically it. Once you have had your Kebab settling in your belly, your
mind embraces the Orient. It has actually nothing to do with the taste
or the nutritional value of Kebab. It is actually the outcome of a
fundamental metaphysical principal: ‘human beings happen to trust people
who put food on their table’. You don’t trust, you don’t eat. And this
is something that even Tony Blair hasn’t managed to change. 

Ok, you may think to yourself, this explains why the British failed to
follow Blair’s Islamophobic agenda, yet, it doesn’t explain the alleged
‘rise of Anti-Semitism’ 

Although British Gentiles do not rush to Blooms en masse, one may have
to admit that in the wee small hours, Golders Green, the official London
shtetle, is indeed buzzing. It is open for visitors. More than a few
Jewish bakeries and bagel machers are selling their goodies. Yet, it is
mainly members of the Jewish community who you find there. Unlike
Edgware Road that has already become London’s No 1 late night cultural
melting pot where everybody is hanging out either in Ranush, Maroush or
Al-Dar, Golders Green is a Kosher social setting. If you happen to stop
at Karmeli for a Burekas or a rogalah, the only people you meet there
are big men with skullcaps hanging around with their Kosherly dressed
spouses. Goyim do not feel welcomed at Karmeli, Tabun, Blooms or in any
of the other Kosher delis around. 

One may ask oneself where the Brits meet their Jewish fellow countrymen.
Like in the case of Muslims, they probably meet them in very many
places. In the arts, in the music business, in academia, in the
hospital, in the market, in the financial world. The Brits meet many
Jews and Muslims without even being aware of it. Yet the more
interesting question to be asked is where Britons meet the
‘stereotypical Jew’. 

First they meet him in the press, mostly in the shape of Zionists who
happen to be the loudest (obviously) supporters of Blair’s criminal
wars. The Zionist, a politically orientated Jew, insists upon presenting
a phoney argument for violence in the name of humanism and democracy. He
would advocate killing in the name of world peace. In short, he is the
Neocon Ambassador to the UK. Considering the emerging colossal defeat in
the War Against Terror as well as that in Iraq, it is rather obvious
that some Jews are now regretting the early war mongering by their
ideologically motivated brothers. Yet, it is exactly this initial
manifested support for the war that makes Jews feel so unsafe in Britain
at the very moment. 

But obviously it isn’t the press alone, in fact the Brits have a clear
image of the ‘stereotypical Jew’. ‘The Jew’ is by now an image of a very
gifted, shrewd and skilled man. ‘The Jew’ is the one you need when you
consider buying a new home but lack the necessary funds to do so. ‘The
Jew’ is the one you need to speak to when you seek a mortgage broker who
knows how to ‘build a financial portfolio’ and ‘curve the sharp
corners’. When the Briton needs to sort out his inland revenue bill, it
is again ‘The Jew’ accountant that at least stereotypically, does it
better than anyone else. When the Brit needs some legal aid it is again
‘the Jew’ who possesses the reputation for the most appropriate
qualities. 

At least stereotypically, ‘the Jew’ is there to do the things the Briton
hesitates doing on his own. Surely this shouldn’t be a problem. 'The
Jew’ has an established role in British society. He is there to trace
the legal loopholes, to teach you how to save on your taxes, how to work
less and earn more. He’s there to set up your ‘off-shore bank accounts’,
to help you win a legal case even when you yourself aren’t so sure you
deserve such a victory. Stereotypically at least, ‘the Jew’ is the
ultimate in shrewdness and this is exactly where the Jewish modern
tragedy starts. The better the job ‘the Jew’ is doing on your behalf,
the less highly you think of him as a fellow human being. The more
successful he is at winning your case, the less trustworthy he becomes.
The better he serves you, the less you want him to be your friend. 

Once the Britons had been pulled into the Zionist inflicted
Judeo-Islamic conflict and were asked to take sides, it was the Kebab
boy rather than the accountant who happened to win their hearts.
Seemingly, it is the young struggling foreign man, who unpretentiously
makes a living that finds his way, accepted into British society, while
modern ‘Nathan The Wise’ is fading into an inevitable social detachment.

But ‘Kebab philosophy’ doesn’t stop there, it goes at least one step
further: It is an established fact that Britons are basically a bunch of
devoted holiday makers. What they really love is just to fly away. They
love to be close to the sun and as far away as they can from ‘London’s
congestion charge’. But in order to do so, they first have to visit the
airport terminal. Once in the terminal already on their way to the Duty
Free, the Brits are stripped of their drinks and they are asked to take
off their shoes as well. It occurred to me a few days ago, that just
their holding their shoes in their hands, stripped of alcohol, marching
triumphantly and cheerfully in stocking feet, the Brits resemble Muslims
entering a mosque in Kabul, Baghdad or anywhere else. No doubt, due to
their PM’s recent wave of colonial Zio-centric zeal, the Britons are now
adopting some deep and meaningful Muslim rituals. But how to say it,
while Muslims take off their shoes out of respect to Allah, the Brits
take theirs off out of respect to Bin Laden, Al Qaeda or any other CIA
fictional terror network. What can I say? I better confess, Tony, if
this is what you had in mind, you may have been on the right track all
the way through. If this is indeed the case we may ask you to stay in
office forever.