Monday, May 07, 2007

4000 terrorism suspects in UK


Up to 4,000 terrorism suspects and their supporters are active in
Britain, the former Metropolitan Police Commissioner Lord Stevens said yesterday.

Lord Stevens said the security service MI5 had recently suggested a figure of 2,000 but the true number was "probably nearer 4,000".

Police and MI5 were "still too underfunded and undermanned to cope with the task they face in the decades to come. And that's how long this will last," he said.

The "infection" had spread out from "hot spots" such as Luton, the West Midlands and Finsbury Park in London and those involved in the fertiliser bomb plot case which finished this week were "ordinary and British".

Lord Stevens also gave warning that al-Qa'eda-linked extremists were already trying to infiltrate the police and the security services and that dozens had already been weeded out.

If the “infection” has already spread out from hot spots and it will take decades to end it is common sense to think that it will spread around the whole country. If so we should be closing our borders to anymore and deporting the illegal immigrants which we have.

1 comment:

najistani said...

To anyone who has studied the Religion of Peace™, it will come as no surprise that the widow of one of the providers of the 7/7 multicultural enrichment experience was also a member of the conspiracy: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/6637917.stm


Moonloons believe that a 'Shaheed' (one who has died while killing infidels) will be able to interecede with Allah to take 70 of his closest relatives to paradise.

Given the loathsome inbreeding practices of these retards, his wife is probably also his cousin/neice/sister/daughter etc, so she's doubly certain to get to Allah's brothel in the sky.

There was a similar case a few years ago where Omar Sharif was encouraged by his sister Parveen to blow himself up in an Israeli bar:

http://www.newstatesman.com/200604240017


And there's a story based on these events at

http://onegin101.blogspot.com/2006/08/inspiring-story-of-martyrdom.html



"A Muslim shaheed or ‘martyr’ (one who dies while killing infidels), may intercede with Allah to take 70 of his relatives to paradise with him, no matter what their sins.

This thought kept going through Papa's mind as he was considering a career for Sharif, the youngest and most useless of his eleven sons and umpteen daughters. Sharif wasn't much good for anything in this world, he couldn't even remember more than five aliases when filling in his welfare claims.

So a family council was called, and targets discussed. Aircraft, schools and trains had their pros and cons. But then Sharif's sister Parveen had a brain-wave. "Killing Christians is indeed pleasing to Allah, but you get treble points for killing Joooooz. - Let's send him to Israel"

Everybody was in agreement apart from Momma, who wondered how Sharif was going to feed himself in paradise since this was the first time he'd been away from home and he couldn't even open a can.

"No problem" Papa explained "Out of 72 virgins some of them are going to be able to cook." Momma was not convinced they’d be able to cook as well as her.

Meanwhile Sharif went to the local Mosque’s laboratory to mix the relevant ingredients in the correct proportions.

The great day came, and Sharif rushed into an Israeli seaside bar shouting "I love Pepsi Cola more than you love death! Akkah Albar!" - He never could get anything right.

He pressed the detonator and there was a fizzle, and then a flame from his bomb belt - but no bang. Sharif was no great genius at chemistry, he'd made an incendiary mixture instead of explosives.

In an effort to extinguish the flames, Sharif ran out and jumped into the sea. It worked, but then he remembered he’d never learned to swim.

The body was washed up in due course, leaving and Papa and Momma very uncertain. Could Sharif be a Shaheed by just killing himself without taking any infidels with him? Eventually they decided to visit a medium to make contact and find out what he was doing in the afterlife.

“Tell me what it’s like where you are” said Papa.

Sharif’s voice came through the medium sounding squeaky and distorted.

“Well, I get up in the morning and have sex. Then I have a lettuce. I have sex again. Then I have a cucumber. Then more sex and celery and so on for the rest of the day.”

“Sex, sex and more sex!” Papa said “Truly my son you are indeed a Shaheed!”

But Momma was still a little anxious “You’ll need more than salad to keep your strength up with all that exercise. Aren’t they feeding you properly in paradise?”

“Who said anything about paradise?” Sharif’s voice replied. “I’ve been reincarnated as a rabbit in Salinas valley.”