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Friday, January 16, 2009

Labour announces new plans to aid whites

By Watling

In other news Deputy Leader of the Labour Party, Harriet Harman, has announced an emergency package to help unemployed white British people find work. The fiercely patriotic MP for Camberwell and Peckham told us:

"For too long we have seen institutional racism within the public sector, resulting in black and minority ethnic people being over represented in, for example, the NHS, local government and the civil service."

She added:

"As a matter of priority we must reduce diversity in the workplace so that the ethnic profile of those in jobs more accurately reflects the population as a whole, whose overall ethnic profile, incidentally, we are striving to return to something similar to what it was pre-1960."

She went on to say:

"We in the Labour Party have a long-standing commitment to the indigenous people of Britain because it is they who have made this country what it is today. Mass immigration has been a massive mistake for which we're deeply sorry, but we are going to make amends, don't you worry about that. We're looking at putting a cap on ethnic minority numbers, with a view to gradually reducing them by kicking out illegal immigrants, bogus asylum seekers and foreign criminals."

Keith Vaz, MP for Leicester East, told us:

"I didn't come to Britain to promote multiculturalism and political correctness. I crave all things British and I don't mind admitting that my home is a shrine to the Carry On films. I just love their smutty, earthy style of humour. It's so typically British. That Kenneth Williams just cracks me up. 'Ooooh, matron!' Ha, ha.

"As for Frankie Howerd, now he's one of my heros. 'No ... don't titter. Nay, nay and thrice nay.'"

Dagenham MP Jon Cruddas is particularly vehement in his crusade to restore Britain to its former glory. The West Ham fan told us:

"You know, whenever I hear Churchill's wartime speech - We shall fight on the beaches - my eyes well up with pride. But of course, as well as Norse mythology and Old English, British military history is one of my hobbies. I can't get enough of it. And when I think about all these immigrants coming over here, turning our towns and cities into crime-ridden Third World ghettos and demanding benefits and free housing it fair makes my blood boil. Where were their grandfathers when mine was knee deep in mud on the Somme, eh?"

We tried to elicit the views of Diane Abbott MP concerning her party's plan to find jobs for white British people, but she was busy giving a lecture to schoolchildren in her Hackney constituency entitled Enoch Powell - the finest politician never to become PM.


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Monday, November 10, 2008

A Day in the Life of Harriet Harpie

Harriet and her "possee" strut their stuff

Wake up in a hot sweat in the middle of a dream about Barack Obama.

Look over at hideously white husband and frown.

Get up, kiss signed photo of Fidel Castro ("To Harriet: Keep Left! Love, Uncle Fidel") and put on trousers.

Take off trousers and put on red skirt.

Sit on gold-plated toilet and ring bank to check the promised donations have cleared.

Put on white poppy.

Leave house in limo driven by black chauffeur. Stop off at Job Centre and order all whites to go home as it's racist to take a job that an immigrant could do.

Arrive at House of Commons.

Notice that police officer on duty at gate is white and male. Ring Scotland Yard and demand he be replaced by a lesbian Somali.

Attend debate about the financial crisis. Make a speech demanding that whereas white people who deposited money in Icelandic banks should not be reimbursed, non-whites must not only be fully reimbursed but also compensated for their trauma at the hands of racist white bankers.

Look out of office window and seethe with rage at the statue of Churchill in Parliament Square. Ring Jacqui Smith and instruct her to replace Churchill with Stalin.

Harangue House of Commons office messenger for being white.

Admonish House of Commons Site Services for giving me a white phone.

Fly into a rage at House of Commons IT department for giving me a white monitor and a white keyboard.

Conduct interviews for researcher post. Reject all white candidates before they've sat down. Appoint non-English speaking, Al Qaeda supporting, Muslim woman just off the boat from Bangladesh.

Put on stab-proof vest, crash helmet and lead-lined combat trousers and go for a casual, inconspicuous stroll in the constituency, accompanied by 10 policemen, 20 interpreters, a SWAT team and an SAS unit in a helicopter.

Arrive back at House of Commons and pour a large whisky. Drink it while fantasising about Will Smith.

Ring Labour Party HQ and instruct them that from now on all Labour candidates must be black or Asian. Any non-gay whites wanting to be considered as candidates are to be reported to the police for racism (current Labour MPs excluded).

Ring Archbishop of Canterbury and enquire as to when work will begin on the conversion of Westminster Abbey into a mosque.

Ring police and demand that all BNP members be arrested.

Leave House of Commons and head home. Stop off at convenience store on the way and get interpreter to buy another bottle of whisky.

Arrive home in gated estate.

Pour a large whisky and drink it while fantasising about Trevor Phillips.

Ring Trevor Phillips and promise him a knighthood for services to diversity.

Look out of window and notice black youths hanging around. Open window and yell: "This is a white area! Get back to Brixton! Bloody immigrants!"

Check husband is asleep.

Kiss signed photo of Enoch Powell ("To Harriet: It'll be all Right in the end. Love, Uncle Enoch").

By Watling