Can London survive Khan?
Did you see that the most recent opinion poll gives current London Mayor Sadiq Khan a commanding lead over every other candidate. This means that in all likelihood he will gain another four years in power. If this happens, what will become of our once loved Capital city?
Well, that’s relatively easy to work out. Under his first period as Mayor we have seen petty crime soar, violent crime escalate, and an accompanying level of “White Flight” as a reaction to this so it seems to me that more of this is inevitable.
London has already become a minority White British city (2021 census) and the chances are that after another term of Khan this will number be even more reduced. Does this matter? I say YES. The marvel that was London was built by the most hated group of all - White Men. It is now being traduced by Khan and his ilk and we have boroughs such as Newham where the “White British” population has collapsed to around 30%. In other Boroughs such as Brent, Redbridge, Harrow and Tower Hamlets, the figure is only around 40%. The demographic replacement is obvious for all to see, but of course it is rarely discussed in polite society for….muh racism.
Khan has also introduced the hated WEF compliant ULEZ charge which punishes London drivers but which has created the Blade Runners in resistance to his tyranny. Yet, he will be back and the plan to create 15 minute areas across London will deepen. There is a reason for all of this and it is this; Khan is a globalist puppet and it’s important that London becomes a template for what the WEF want. Slowly but surely London will morph into one vast open-air multi-culti open air prison. The vast numbers of migrants now occupying so many Londin Boroughs provides Khan with his desired voter basis. Combine that with simpering Metropolitan elitists and you have the perfect petri-dish for Londonistan.
Its to late to save
I do get nostalgic for what was once London and other regions of the UK. I watch occasional tube videos to enjoy the atmosphere of the younger times I grew up in or those of our parents. Yes, it's easy to don the rose tinted glasses. Times weren't all fun and picnics. But I loved the long Summer holidays, mucking about on the inner tubes of big trucks, inflated to the max, floating down the local river. Long walks round country roads near our town. Having little to eat at times, save for the heel of a loaf spread with brown sauce.
We were lucky in that the 'Troubles' in the province didn't reach as far as us. No paintings on gable ends. The police acted like the constables you only dream of now. Hardly any cars on the roads either. And Sundays were quiet and reflectively peaceful.