Oct 25 2012
AUSTRALIA: 69-year-old Granny laments, “My life in my beloved country is over, they have won, Australia as we once knew it no longer exists. How I weep, my paradise gone”
Many Britons have left England as their neighborhoods turn into NO-GO areas where Muslim immigrants now dominate. A recent survey showed more native Britons are moving out of the country than those coming in. Squeezed out by immigrants from the mostly-Islamic third world countries, many Europeans are finding Australia as their next dream home. But that may not last long.
ISLAM-WATCH A 69-year-old Australian granny writes a letter to explain how her home, which she deemed her paradise, has been lost, thanks to Muslim immigration. Here’s her story:
I am a 69-year-old grandma, 5 foot 1 inch tall.
One day, I was in a Big W store and the loudspeaker said rails of clothes at chuck out price, so I walked over. A six-foot man pushed me into the racks as I went to get something, I just managed to save myself as a lady caught me from behind.
I said, “Excuse me, what do you think your are doing?” He replied, “I want clothes.” I said, “So do I. Where are you from?” He said, “Afghanistan”.
I said, “Well, in this country, people do NOT push little old ladies about.” He bent down and said to me, “when we take over and we will, I will remember your face. I will have you buried up to your neck and stoned to death. Now get out my way.” And he just started grabbing everything, people just got out his way, he was like a man possessed.
On another day, walking in our town centre going up to the cathedral, I came across some Middle Eastern men who had formed a chain across the pavement. I had to walk into the oncoming traffic, and as I did, they spat at my feet.
On another occasion, going to a government office, I had to walk through this shopping centre plaza, a district that has been taken over by Muslims and Africans. As I was walking, they started jutting their chins up at me and yelling in their language. The security man walked me back to the shops on the other side. As I got in my car I noticed a black man about nearly 7-feet tall, a giant, his eyes were bulging. He had a big leather belt and was slapping it in his palm. I locked my doors and stared the engine. He was coming for me. I just went. Had I knocked him over, I would have kept going.
At my library, there were tons of black people. Some Muslims came to the hall next door, I was sitting, ordering a book from the library girl. A young black kid came in and punched the back of my chair so hard that it nearly knocked my chair over. He laughed and walked away.
The girl said, “Hey you!” I said, “NO, don’t. If you do, he will wait for me when I get out.”
My life in my beloved country is over, they have won, Australia as we knew it no longer exists! How I weep, my paradise gone.