An extract from my current diary page
www.patrioticpensioner.com
When I was born the UK
population was fifty million. Today it is
sixty four million. It is not difficult to
argue that our island is full up.
Within this overcrowded
island of ours I am very happy to live in a
multi-racial society. What I do not want at
any cost is to live in a multi-cultural
society. This is Britain so the first
proviso for anyone living here is they are
part of a British culture.
I do not want to walk
down the street and hear every language but
English spoken. I object to money
being spent in our schools, health and
social services to interpret for those who
can not speak fluent English. I do not want
to walk down the street and see outward
expressions of alien cultures then to be
branded a racist for the way I feel.
At
the top of this diary entry (www.patrioticpensioner.com) I celebrated Mo
Farah winning a knighthood, I am so happy
for him.
Farah was born on 23 March 1983 in Mogadishu, Somalia.
His full name is Mohamed Muktar Jama Farah. He
spent the early years of his childhood in Djibouti with
his twin brother. He moved to Britain at the
age of eight to join his father, speaking
barely a word of English.
Now look at him. He does not use his islamic
name but simply calls himself Mo. He
speaks perfect English and is proud of his
adopted nation.
For my money, how ever tightly packed we are
in an overcrowded Britain, we should welcome
any more Mo Fara's who come our way.
Just over a year ago I was in hospital
following a minor accident. It was the
first time I had been in hospital since I
was born. Before I left I asked for the
Matron to come and see me. I thanked
her for the lovely way I had been cared for.
It it is possible for hospitalisation to be
a good experience mine was. When I
returned home one of the first things I did
was to sit down and write a letter to the
hospital's CEO praising the was I had been
looked after. In my letter I named two
people whose care had been extra special.
One was a Serbian male nurse. I needed to go
to the toilet, I was desperate. I did not
want to use a bedpan. I asked Marco,
that was his name, if he could help me walk
to and then use the toilet. He was so
kind, so understanding, so respectful and
supportive of my dignity.
If there are any more like Marco in Serbia
who would like to come and work in our NHS
system BRING THEM IN.
The second person in my letter to the
hospital CEO was a nurse, a lady from
Poland. She went out of her way to be
friendly to me, we chatted about my family
and she told me all about hers. I found that her
daughter and my grandson had gone to the
same pre-school crèche. I asked her
about her husband's job and how they managed
a family with both working shifts. She was a
qualified nurse but had a thirst for more
medical knowledge.
One thing angers me more than anything else
when I shop in my local supermarket, that is
seeing Polski bread next to the traditional
British granary cob etc. I wonder if
there are any people left in Poland. It is
estimated there are 831, 000 polish people
living in the UK today. They make up the
biggest migrant community in our over-full
island.
If there are more nurses like this lovely
lady then I say let them come and work here,
let them bring their families.
What we don't want, IMAO, are the ethnic car
washes that appear all over the place. I
would rather let the dirt on my car grow
thick enough to plant potatoes than spend
any money there. What I don't want is the
big issue seller who begs outside my local
supermarket yet has money to fund a smart
phone.
Some we need to kick out, we should never
have let them in, in the first place.
Others we should be damn grateful we have
them with us. But our island is full !
True enough. So let's kick out a few Brits
we do not need. Let's start with some
UNWORTHIES without whom this would be
abetter place.
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