In 2000, on my first time in UK, I arrived at Gatwick. A car picked me up to drive me into London. As we drove through what used to be quaint villages, I was drop-dead aghast at the sea of muslims in Islamic garb. Entire towns. Thousands. And this was before 9-11.
We live in times in which the filthy aren't satisfied by living in their own squalor. They want us to be forced into their misery.