So What Will Happen Next For Us In the UK?

There is apprehension with nervous indications all around a bar that is close to our House of Commons in Westminster. We have just had a 'Day of Rage' following on from the Grenfell Tower disaster in North Kensington. There weren't all that many protesters, although there were quite a few noisy Blacks and lefty White agitators with frequently illiterate messages on placards, such as: "May's coalition of milionares & bigots will not give truth or justice." "Our lifes end the day we become silent" and "Why do tragedys always happen under Tories?"

Our police had, for the most part, stood well back from the 'Day of Rage' protesters. For they didn't want to be seen arresting or beating up anyone associated with the Grenfell Tower tragedy. "I think it's all changing out there now," a journalist said as we waited for our drinks at the bar. "I mean, we had all of this socialist nonsense when I was a student a few years back. But it soon enough passed, and I don't think any of us expected it to come back again." He was right, of course. Because even a few weeks previously, Jeremy Corbyn, Diane Abbott, and John McDonnell were viewed for the most part as a lefty Labour irrelevance who could never hope to get a majority in Parliament. Now, however, Corbyn was seen by many as a rock solid challenger for our wobbly Prime Minister, Theresa May, with Boris Johnson babbling irrelevant nonsense when questioned by the media.

I was buying drinks for a couple of female newspaper commentators and a senior Tory strategy adviser. They were almost shuddering as I returned to our discreetly positioned corner table with double gin and tonics for each of us. "We were looking at this luxury housing project that our Government and Kensington Council have just allocated to sixty families who survived after the Grenfell Tower fire," one of the women commentators said in a low voice. "It's great that these people will now have somewhere to live," she added discreetly. "But we're looking at properties that are worth well over a million for each apartment—and there are indications that many of those who are being re-housed in these luxury Kensington apartments are Muslim migrants."

I had seen pictures of Grenfell Tower female survivors wearing Islamic head coverings, and I was aware of the fact that many of the guys who escaped from the fire were refugees from Syria and Iraq. Just now though I needed to join the others in taking a generous sip from my gin and tonic. We were all still reeling with shock from a series of terrorist incidents in the UK. Three of these were perpetrated by Islamist lunatics, with a deranged Welsh alcoholic responsible for the fourth incident when he drove a truck through Muslims outside their Finsbury Park mosque. And now Corbyn's lefties were blaming our wobbly Prime Minister and the Tory Council in Kensington for the Grenfell Tower fire.

"There is a very real possibility that we will have further terrorist incidents," the Tory strategist said. "And more riots from Corbyn supporting socialists are also in the offing. Right now, they just need something similar to our recent tower block fire to get their agitators out onto the streets in significant numbers."

"There is also talk," one of our female commentator colleagues added, "of increasing numbers of police with guns in our neighbourhoods. And if the situation gets seriously out of hand, we may expect to see our soldiers taking a lead wherever they may be needed."

This is certainly not the tolerant and agreeable country I worked happily in as a journalist for a few years. Walking about almost anywhere in central London and around the UK was usually a pleasure. The country was full of decent people who smiled and chatted amicably with almost everyone. Going out in the evenings was usually an enjoyable experience. Of course, there were some dodgy locations you had to pass through carefully and avoid any dubious eye-contact.

But life in the UK was highly valued for the most part. Then, gradually, it all started to change. First in Europe—with serious Islamist attacks that erupted in France and then gradually spread around the continent. Innocent people were pointlessly murdered in Paris, Nice, Belgium, Germany, and Scandinavia. Then, without warning, the same Islamist violence came once again to the UK. It had been almost 12 years since Muslim terrorists murdered 52 people and injured over 700 in bombings on a London bus and several tube trains. But now, suddenly, they were back again with their evil destruction that targeted innocent people. First off we had the crazy Westminster Bridge killer, followed shortly afterward by the Manchester murderer who targeted innocent children, and then the London Bridge and Borough Market assassins, who claimed that it was all for their love of Allah. It is easy to see why our tolerance for murdering Muslim minorities is evaporating. Unlike Angela Merkel and her Government in Germany, we never did want millions of Muslim migrants coming across the English Channel to escape from Syria, Iraq, Libya, and other troubled countries in the Middle East and North Africa.

Leaving the virtually frontier-free European Community is probably a good idea for Britain. We need to control our borders and if we lose out on Trade with Europe initially, we can, I'm sure, make good on this by exchanging goods and services with other nations around the world. We did something similar years ago when Britain expanded as an empire, and we can without any doubt renew our trading links internationally.

It is now almost time for more gin with tonics at our Westminster pub, and our female news commentators are getting excited. "There is a party in Chelsea," one of them said, "where we could maybe forget about all of this nonsense that's going on in the world around us. What do you think, Phil ... I can see some dark humour thrillers—or maybe even a few romantic possibilities in the offing. And I'd say that is just what we could all do with right now ... so let's forget about the bombs and bullets for a while, and think instead of love and romance with agreeable Brit Bonds."

This was a great idea, but our Tory strategist was taking a call from Downing Street. "I would love to join you in Chelsea," he said apologetically when he finished his call. "But something serious has happened... so I'm afraid that I must now sprint up the road to see our Prime Minister."

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