Wallahi, I am well and truly livid.
Leaving Greenwich Station after work, there was this middle-aged African hoyo walking a couple of feet in front of me, then out of nowhere, this moped with two cadaan boys goes right past me, then they slow down next to the old lady.
The one at the back of the moped in a split second jumps at her, twists her arm to grab her phone, knocks her to the ground, snatches the phone, jumps back on the moped, then both speed off down the road.
Me and a bunch of people run over to the old lady, and wallahi, she's in bits, absolutely devastated. She was inconsolable, in tears, crying about how she's on her way to her picker packer job, is a single mom to teenage daughters, and that phone being the only thing of value she owns.
How I wished I was on the back of my motorcycle, I would've gone to jail for murder today, once I caught up to those thieving feral bastards.
Why couldn't they rob me instead of her? I'd much rather that, then that miskeen hoyo. Of course they knew to keep going past me.
Police showed up half hour later, and of course all they did was give her a rasclart crime reference number.
This is the state of London. Thinking about it now, this is the state of all western cities; crime ridden shitholes, where feral shitbags are running wild.
Then that Italian slag that's masquerading as Prime Minister, Giorgia Meloni, coming out mere few weeks ago, banging about the dangers of Sharia Law, while cities in that Mediterranean shithole are rife with crimes committed by her own Italians and Romanian Gypsies.
Leaving Greenwich Station after work, there was this middle-aged African hoyo walking a couple of feet in front of me, then out of nowhere, this moped with two cadaan boys goes right past me, then they slow down next to the old lady.
The one at the back of the moped in a split second jumps at her, twists her arm to grab her phone, knocks her to the ground, snatches the phone, jumps back on the moped, then both speed off down the road.
Me and a bunch of people run over to the old lady, and wallahi, she's in bits, absolutely devastated. She was inconsolable, in tears, crying about how she's on her way to her picker packer job, is a single mom to teenage daughters, and that phone being the only thing of value she owns.
How I wished I was on the back of my motorcycle, I would've gone to jail for murder today, once I caught up to those thieving feral bastards.
Why couldn't they rob me instead of her? I'd much rather that, then that miskeen hoyo. Of course they knew to keep going past me.
Police showed up half hour later, and of course all they did was give her a rasclart crime reference number.
This is the state of London. Thinking about it now, this is the state of all western cities; crime ridden shitholes, where feral shitbags are running wild.
Then that Italian slag that's masquerading as Prime Minister, Giorgia Meloni, coming out mere few weeks ago, banging about the dangers of Sharia Law, while cities in that Mediterranean shithole are rife with crimes committed by her own Italians and Romanian Gypsies.
