Katie Hopkins' view of London

[JC Footy Genius]

Yes, almost. It was FORCED to live. Nobody* forces anyone to live anywhere in London. There are therefore no ghettos.

*Market forces and affordability of housing doesn't count. Although, perhaps some (tory) councils relocating their homeless oop north does count as ghettoisation....

Hats off to the Hopkins for generating an internet thread, where 99% of people agree (that she's a c unt) and 1% wait on the sidelines to throw their solied inderwear at the forst person to mention Brexit. FFS. And chuckle among themselves about getting one over the snowflakes. Again.

The woman is a genius.

How dare you. The undergarments are very rarely soiled.

On the topic of the fragrant and delightful KH, agree with most of the comments but I do admire the way she really get's under the skin of the Guardianistas.

 

[rocker959]

Katie 1 Guardianistas 0 Good girl . More of it please .

 

[daveybgtt]

She probably voted remain, her current stance keeps those precious click monies rolling in.

 

[DavidinSouthampton]

Katie 1 Guardianistas 0 Good girl . More of it please .

As a Guardianista, I find it very easy to ignore the Hopkins person.

Katie 0 - Guardianista 4

 

[Herr Tubthumper]

Katie 1 Guardianistas 0 Good girl . More of it please .

Katie 0 Guardian writer Jack Monroe £123,000

 

[Colonel Angus]

I get the impression that her view of everything is in an angry red haze, so her view of London is probably something like this:

 

[JC Footy Genius]

As a Guardianista, I find it very easy to ignore the Hopkins person.

Katie 0 - Guardianista 4

Likely perpetual Tory government, Brexit, Trump, Left in retreat across Europe.. Guardianistas in total retreat/depression?

 

[Gregory2Smith1]

As a Guardianista, I find it very easy to ignore the Hopkins person.

Katie 0 - Guardianista 4

ah! a closet communiust

but did very well out of the property market

 

[DavidinSouthampton]

Likely perpetual Tory government, Brexit, Trump, Left in retreat across Europe.. Guardianistas in total retreat/depression?

Nah! Come the revolution, brother! Ever the optimist, moi.

Plus cela change, plus c'est la meme chose.

What goes around comes around.

 

[DavidinSouthampton]

ah! a closet communiust

but did very well out of the property market

Cobblers, quoth he, good humoured.

 

[JC Footy Genius]

Nah! Come the revolution, brother! Ever the optimist, moi.

Plus cela change, plus c'est la meme chose.

What goes around comes around.

Admire your optimism comrade. Doubt Trump will last the first term and the left may see a resurgence in the UK within my lifetime.

 

[BadFish]

Admire your optimism comrade. Doubt Trump will last the first term and the left may see a resurgence in the UK within my lifetime.

Let's face it, if they don't and we don't start to find some middle ground we are all going to drown in a sea of division and hatred.

Divisive politics won't succeed.

 

[JC Footy Genius]

Let's face it, if they don't and we don't start to find some middle ground we are all going to drown in a sea of division and hatred.

Divisive politics won't succeed.

Possibly true, but the left aren't helping bring the two sides together.

 

[Harry Wilson's tackle]

Possibly true, but the left aren't helping bring the two sides together.

I am. By being extra special nice to people I normally wouldn't piss on if they were on fire.

Still . . . . with Corbyn at he Helm, the tragimony (tory hegimony) will continue.

Did you see the Ukip fellah, their only MP has decided to be Independent? The peoples' **** of Judea.

I think if I were a conservative I would be trying to tug May back from the brink, because if she steps back there is nothing but an infinity of open goals to kick into. Sadly, Brexit will break her.

Anyway, nothing personal. Just a bit bored with all this. Katie Hopkins indeed.

 

[JC Footy Genius]

I am. By being extra special nice to people I normally wouldn't piss on if they were on fire.

Still . . . . with Corbyn at he Helm, the tragimony (tory hegimony) will continue.

Did you see the Ukip fellah, their only MP has decided to be Independent? The peoples' **** of Judea.

I think if I were a conservative I would be trying to tug May back from the brink, because if she steps back there is nothing but an infinity of open goals to kick into. Sadly, Brexit will break her.

Anyway, nothing personal. Just a bit bored with all this. Katie Hopkins indeed.

Yep, Tories will be in power for the foreseeable future.

Plus an intended consequence of PM May fully embracing Brexit meant the likely implosion of UKIP.

The left are in a self-inflicted shambles which may take at least two GE's to rectify.

Agree Brexit will break .. or make PM May. 70/30 she will deliver IMO.

 

[Harry Wilson's tackle]

Yep, Tories will be in power for the foreseeable future.

Plus an intended consequence of PM May fully embracing Brexit meant the likely implosion of UKIP.

The left are in a self-inflicted shambles which may take at least two GE's to rectify.

Agree Brexit will break .. or make PM May. 70/30 she will deliver IMO.

All the best

 

[BadFish]

Possibly true, but the left aren't helping bring the two sides together.

Agreed, Divisive politics all over the shop.

I don't think things will improve until we start to find common ground. a house divided against itself cannot stand and all that.

 

[pastafarian]

full interview

Welcome to London: We can say we’re not afraid, light candles and make hearts of our hands but the truth is that we can’t go on like this, says KATIE HOPKINS

They stood in the centre of Brussels. Row on row.
Hands held high, making hearts to the heavens. Showing the slaughtered they were not forgotten. Reminding themselves they were here with love. Looking to show humanity wins. That love conquers all.
They lay in the centre of London, face down where they fell. Stabbed by a knife, rammed with a car, flung, broken, into the Thames, life bleeding out on the curb.
And the news came thick and fast.

A car rammed deliberately into pedestrians on the bridge. Ten innocents down.
A police officer stabbed at the House of Commons. Confirmed dead.
Another woman now, dead at the scene.
Shots fired. An Asian man rushed to hospital.

A woman, plucked from the water.
And I grew colder. And more tiny.
No anger for me this time. No rage like I’ve felt before. No desperate urge to get out there and scream at the idiots who refused to see this coming.
Not even a nod for the glib idiots who say this will not defeat us, that we will never be broken, that cowardice and terror will not get the better of Britain.
Because, as loyal as I am, as patriotic as I am, as much as my whole younger life was about joining the British military and fighting for my country — I fear we are broken.
Not because of this ghoulish spectacle outside our own Parliament. Not because of the lives rammed apart on the pavement, even as they thought about what was for tea. Or what train home they might make.

But because this is us now.
This is our country now.
This is what we have become.
To this, we have been reduced.
Because all the while those forgiving fools in Brussels stood with their stupid hands raised in hearts to the sky, another mischief was in the making. More death was in the pipeline.

As the last life-blood of a police officer ran out across the cobbles, the attacker was being stretchered away in an attempt to save his life.
London is a city so desperate to be seen as tolerant, no news of the injured was released. No clue about who was safe or not.
Liberals convince themselves multiculturalism works because we all die together, too.
An entire city of monkeys: see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. Blind. Deaf. And dumb.

Immersed in a seething pit of hatred, hidden in pockets of communities plagued by old animosities and ancient strife.
These people may have left their lands. But they have brought every tension, every conflict, every bit of fight here with them.
The Afghans hate the Somalias who loathe the Eritreans. As it was before, it is now. London is a city of ghettos behind a thin veneer of civility kept polished by a Muslim mayor whose greatest validation is his father's old job.
Son-of-a-bus-driver Sadiq.
I see him now, penning a missive about how London is a beautiful and tolerant city, how we are united by shared values and understanding, and how we will not be cowed by terror.
Sure enough, there he was, saying exactly that, just now. Fool.

Even as mothers text to check their children are safe. Including my own, worrying about me as I sit overlooking the scene, feeling fearful of this place where monsters lurk and steal lives away in an instant. For nothing.
I would ask Sadiq to stop talking. Empty words. Meanwhile, banning pictures of women in bikinis on the Underground. How does that help?
Please, no hashtag, no vigil, no tea lights. I am begging you not to light up Parliament in the colours of the Union.
Because we are not united. We are wrenched asunder.
The patriots of the rest of England versus the liberals in this city. The endless tolerance to those who harm us, (while the Home Office tries to shift the focus of public fear to white terror) — versus the millions like me who face the truth, with worried families and hopeless hearts, who feel the country sinking.
We are taken under the cold water by this heavy right foot in the south, a city of lead, so desperately wedded to the multicultural illusion that it can only fight those who love the country the most, blame those who are most proud to be British, and shout racist at the 52%.

This place is just like Sweden. Terrified of admitting the truth about the threat we face, about the horrors committed by the migrants we failed to deter — because to admit that we are sinking, and fast, would be to admit that everything the liberals believe is wrong.
That multiculturalism has not worked. That it is one big fat failure and one big fat lie.
President Erdogan of Turkey said there is a war being waged between the crescent and the cross. But he is wrong. Because the cross is not strong. We are down on bended knee, a doormat to be trodden on, a joke only funny to those that wish us harm.
The war is between London and the rest of the country. Between the liberals and the right-minded. Between those who think it is more important to tip-toe around the cultures of those who choose to join us, rather than defend our own culture.

How many more times?
And how many more attacks must pass before we acknowledge these are no longer the acts of ‘extremists’? That there is no safe badge with which to hold these people at arm’s length, in the way the liberals casually use the term 'far-right' for anyone who has National pride.
These events are no longer extreme. They are commonplace. Every day occurrences.
These people are no longer extremists. They are simply more devout. More true to their beliefs. Beliefs which will be supported endlessly across our state broadcaster for the next few months until we buy into the narrative that one religion is not to blame.
That in fact we should blame Brexit supporters. For believing in a Britain. As it was before.
Anything but the truth.
This is why there is no anger from me this time, no rage. No nod for those who pretend we will not be cowed, even as they rush home to text their mum they are safe. No surprise that the city of which I was so proud is now punctured by fear, and demarcated even more formally by places we cannot tread; there were always parts in which a white woman could not safely walk.


Now I feel only sadness, overwhelming sadness.
I will walk over the river tonight and look to the Thames, to the Union flag lowered at half mast, and the Parliament below, and I will wonder, just how much longer we can go on like this.

 

[DavidinSouthampton]

Admire your optimism comrade. Doubt Trump will last the first term and the left may see a resurgence in the UK within my lifetime.

I'm old enough to remember the times when Leeds Utd dominated English football and nobody thought that any other football club would ever manage to catch up with them in the history of the world. 1970's?

 

[Dick Head]

full interview

Welcome to London: We can say we’re not afraid, light candles and make hearts of our hands but the truth is that we can’t go on like this, says KATIE HOPKINS

They stood in the centre of Brussels. Row on row.
Hands held high, making hearts to the heavens. Showing the slaughtered they were not forgotten. Reminding themselves they were here with love. Looking to show humanity wins. That love conquers all.
They lay in the centre of London, face down where they fell. Stabbed by a knife, rammed with a car, flung, broken, into the Thames, life bleeding out on the curb.
And the news came thick and fast.

A car rammed deliberately into pedestrians on the bridge. Ten innocents down.
A police officer stabbed at the House of Commons. Confirmed dead.
Another woman now, dead at the scene.
Shots fired. An Asian man rushed to hospital.

She loves it, doesn't she!