Friday, June 06, 2008

Good Lord ...

... Theodore Dalrymple delivers a Global Warning. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

The same streets in England would have been alive with the sound of screaming: down them would have staggered shivering, drunken, scantily clad sluts with bared pudgy midriffs of pasty flesh and bejewelled navels, tattoos on one of their fat shoulders or above the beginning of the cleft in their buttocks. As for the young men, better not to describe them at all, lest they should accuse you of looking at them and smash a glass in your face.

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