Zero Tolerance: A Political Intrigue

By Keith Salmon

There are only 3.2 Muslims in a total population of 63 million people in the UK. Yet we give in to their demands while they blow us up in buses in Taverstock Sqaure, blow us up in trains in the London Underground and hack the head off an off-duty soldier on the streets of London.

They build mosque after mosque, preach death to all non-beli

• Language: English
• Publisher: TOPLINK PUBLISHING, LLC
• Release date: Feb 26, 2019
• ISBN: 9781950256952

Keith Salmon

Keith Salmon initially trained as a Pharmacist before embarking on a career as a Creative Flavourist with Unilever. He has since become a Chief Executive in the City of London and has worked in litigation support on both sides of the Atlantic. As a freelance consultant, he has advised many Government departments and agencies on wide-ranging and difficult change-management programs. He lives near Carlisle in north west England.

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Zero

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A Political Intrigue

Keith Salmon

Other books by the author.

Immigration!

A Question of Taste

Ring of Steel

About the Author

Keith Salmon initially trained as a Creative Flavourist with Unilever before moving to the City of London as the Chief Executive of an IT company.

He then commenced advising police forces and Central Government on a wide variety of change-management programs governing intelligence-led policing, cyber crime and security.

The stories contained within this book, although fictional, show how easy it is to allow minorities to cause major damage to our way of life, how ruthless they are and what happens when a tolerant society finally says ... ENOUGH!.

Copyright © 2019 by Keith Salmon.

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Acknowledgements

The control of immigration in any country is difficult to achieve. This is especially so in the United Kingdom which, owing to the hypocrisy of its politicians, seems incapable of distinguishing genuine asylum seekers from mere economic migrants and law-abiding Muslims from Islamic terrorists.

Nevertheless, I dedicate this book to the many hard-working, dedicated senior civil servants who try to do their best against the constant onslaught of political deceit and incompetence.

Contents

Acknowledgements

Zero Tolerance

The Interview

What to do

Direct Action

The Ancient and Military Order of Crusaders

The Vengeance of the Lord

Strategic Command

All Quiet in the House

The Israeli Embassy

The Theory of Topical Persuasion

The Iron Lung

Bloody Muslims

Education

Administrative Removal

Deporting the Muslims from the UK

The Nature of Muslims

Belmarsh

Islamic respect

Hatzalah

Finally

Zero Tolerance

James Argyle, the new Conservative Prime Minister, rose to his feet and silence (perhaps for the first time ever) descended upon the House.

The Muslim community in Great Britain comprises merely 3.2 million in a total population of 63 million. Why, oh why, I ask, do we have to listen to their demands and bigotry while they blow up our buses in Taverstock Square, kill our citizens in the London Underground and hack the head off a British soldier in broad daylight? I say enough is enough; they’ve had their day. The British people expect more than talk from this Government and that is why I am introducing a policy of zero tolerance towards these animals.

He sat down to rapturous applause.

James Argyle, our new Prime Minister, has certainly defined his Government’s right-wing agenda towards Muslims and their place in a modern Britain. Opinion polls have put him 68% ahead of the opposition parties and a YouGov survey commissioned by the BBC shows that 3 out of 4 Britains support the Government’s stance on the Muslim agenda. Let’s hear what some people said when we interviewed them earlier today.

The screen showed a forty-year old man from Basildon in Essex who said Yes, It’s about time that the Government stood up to these people. They come to the UK, can’t speak English, don’t bother to integrate into our society and then they allow all these hate preachers into their mosques and start blowing us up. There’s no place in Britain for these people. I say throw them all out!

A woman, aged about thirty, came on the screen. She said Why are they allowed to wear those black clothes that cover them from head to foot? You can only see their eyes staring at you. It’s scary.

Finally, a man in his mid twenties appeared on the screen and said these bloody Muslims are scum. They hacked the heads of our brave soldiers and, instead of us hacking their heads off in return, we arrest them and their lawyers, paid for by British taxpayers, then start bleating on about how their clients were acting in support of the Palestinian Arabs or against the USA or some other bloody nonsense. I say, if you come to our civilised country, you should count yourself bloody lucky. But this scum tries it on all the time; know what I mean? I mean half of them were living in tents in deserts before they came here and started claiming benefits. I say send them back.

The interviewer Alexander Horn turned to the camera and said Well there you are. Whatever we may say about the Government, they certainly seem to have judged the mood of the British public correctly. Back to you, Michael.

There were 8,350 calls to the BBC Centre in the next half an hour and 4,272 emails. They were mostly from a variety of Muslim organisations and mosques but all said the same. They protested that Islam is one of the great religions which promotes peace and harmony with all other religions throughout the world. All avoided the problems of hate preachers and Islamic extremism.

We’d better schedule a programme on this issue said Jason Anderson, the Features Producer for the BBC and founder of the long-running and successful ‘Britain in Focus‘ programme. Let’s get a good team together for this one. I suggest the Head of the Islamic Association of Great Britain; the Home Secretary, the Archbishop of Canterbury, no make that the Archbishop of York; he’s more outspoken. Now, who have we left out?" He sat back twiddling an HB pencil in the fingers of his left hand.

Well it depends how controversial you want to make it, Jason said Michael Mazement, one of his leading correspondent team.

The more controversial the better, I say. We’ve never had such an opportunity to stir the slurry before said Jason.

OK, I tell you who’d be good, that fellow Nicholas Mirage of the GBIP party. Also there’s Harriet Harperson. She’ll do her usual ‘touchy carey feely’ bit and the rest will savage her; that’ll get the PM on our side as well. Now, who else? I know. Why don’t you let Jeremy Paxwoman chair the meeting? He’s bound to put the stick about.

Yes, it’s good Michael said Jason. Anyone else?

Yes there is. What about that Muslim preacher, you know the one who’s always promoting hate at the Finsbury Park Islamic Centre? He’ll certainly get them going and it’s going to make that Harperson seem even more out of touch."

Good work Michael said Jason. He sat back and mused I reckon we might well get an audience of twenty-five million on this. That’s more than ‘Strictly’ you know. He let out a large burp and a sigh of contentment. He picked up his large mug of tea and took a good noisy slurp from it. He burped again.

In a ground-floor flat in Finchley, six men switched off the television having watched the Prime Minister’s speech. Four were of middle-eastern descent; one came from Morocco and the other from Bradford, England. All, except the Englishman, wore thick beards, long white cotton garments and carried a copy of the Koran in their right hands (their left being reserved for wiping their bottoms, after their daily ablutions.)

What are we going to do about this? asked Ahmed, the leader of the group.

I say we should seek a holy jihad said the Moroccan.

And what would you suggest? asked Ahmed.

I would recommend a large bomb in a holdall in one of their decadent shopping centres in Oxford Street. How about Harrods? replied the Moroccan.

But which one of us would do this? asked Ahmed. It would take much courage and we would need to look normal or the security forces would single us out before we started.

I would do it said the Englishman, Muhammad Masrif. I look like a normal wealthy Arab, in my Crombie suit, shirts from the Burlington Arcade in Mayfair and handmade shoes from Nottingham. No-one would suspect me of Islamic extremism. They all nodded and looked at Ahmed.

Ahmed thought for a moment and said I don’t know. You may have a brilliant brain when it comes to finance and banking, Muhammad, but do you really think you can handle this?

Why not? was the reply. If I can invest millions of pounds without risk, I’m sure I could leave a bomb in the toilet of a department store.

I’m still not sure said Ahmed scratching the back of his head. He continued Right Jusef pointing to a small, stick-like man, who had perhaps the largest beard of all of them, You place the bomb in the toilet so that all Muhammad here has to do is set the timer. You can give him a remote detonator just in case the timer doesn’t activate. Is that clear? Both men nodded. Ahmed looked at Muhammad and continued This is most irregular. Normally we leave weapons to those who have a talent for them. We don’t use our administrators for these kinds of things. Why do you want to do this anyway?

Because I want to make a difference, Ahmed. Al Qaeda has been good to me. Nobody in my life has cared a damn about me until I met you and our colleagues here. So I feel indebted to you all; I want to do my bit. Muhammad sat back with his nostrils flaring.

The Finsbury Park Islamic Centre was not only packed, there was a queue stretching thirty yards outside. Someone had thoughtfully installed a tannoy system so that all could hear what Imam Mustafa Kahmel was saying.

He said I tell you now, whether or not you are strict Muslims, the Holy Koran says that we should all wage a holy war, a Jihad, against anyone who attacks Islam. He held up the holy book and said You can all read it for yourselves. He knew that most of his ‘congregation’ could neither read nor write. He turned to the relevant page and quoted word for word what the scriptures said, making sure, as all militant Islamic preachers do, that he put his own narrow interpretation upon the religious passage.

He held the book up in front of his adoring audience and shouted You have seen the words of our God for yourself. You have heard the words of the infidel Prime Minister of this country for yourself. You yourself have heard him declare a war upon all Muslims living in Britain. In his own words has he not declared war upon us all? It is a worthless war, brought upon us by agents of the Great Satan. It is a worthless war brought upon us again by the Crusader who destroyed our cities, defiled our women and desecrated our mosques. We will not allow this to happen again. We will fight! We will fight! We will fight! and raising his right hand in a fist of defiance, led the audience in a chanting which lasted forty-three minutes.

He sat down, inwardly smiling, but outwardly maintaining a stoic appearance.

I’m not really sure I want to take on this meeting said Jeremy Paxwoman. He continued After all, what’s it going to achieve? At best we’ll have that boring, self-opinionated woman Harperson trying to liquidise any serious argument into a slurry of ill-thought out feminism and women’s issues and at worst we’ll have that Islamic preacher trading insults with that prat from GBIP. Nobody’s going to hear a sensible argument from any of them. It’ll be a complete waste of time. Certainly, I won’t be able to prepare for it.

But that’s the whole point, said Michael Mazement. We want to show them up for the crap artists they are and you can certainly handle that situation, can’t you Jeremy?

I don’t know. It’s not going to be easy.

When did you ever tackle anything that was easy, Jeremy? You took on that Islamic hate preacher Abu Qatar and made him look like a total fool, didn’t you? You’ll make mincemeat out of this guy, Camel, or whatever his name is.

Jeremy continued to look pensive so Michael said There’s a good fee in it for you; higher than our normal fee.

How much higher, Michael?

Oh said Michael having been wrong footed for the first time in his career. Perhaps a couple of big ones and I’m sure there would be a really big prime-time show for you as well. My producer has taken a shine to you, you know. He sat back looking at his antagonist and then said slowly But it’s up to you Jeremy; I can’t force you into what could be a turning point in your career.

Jeremy leaned forward and smilingly, said Yes but the point is will my career turn up or down after this?

I’m not really happy about your Prime Minister’s attack on British Muslims said Paul Souveryns the European Justice Commissioner to H.E. Sir Donald Evans, the British Ambassador to the European Union.

Why is that Commissioner? asked the Ambassador.

Because it is a violation of their right to freedom of religion under the European Convention of Human Rights, as you must know.

The Ambassador leaned back in his chair and the Commissioner tensed as he anticipated a salvo from his more than capable adversary.

You must forgive me Paul, but I don’t remember religion, any religion, playing a major part in either the formation or the administration of the Convention. In fact, if I am not mistaken, did not the Commission make it very clear to all participating nations that religion would not play any part in the governance of the EU?

Sir Donald, I know that, like most English people, you like to, how you say, interpret the rules in a somewhat creative way and always to your own advantage, well perhaps not to your own advantage for that is the French way as we all know. It makes little sense to aggravate the Muslims because they are so good for the economies of all European nations. I mean they breed like rabbits, pay large amounts of taxes and keep their noses out of politics. They are very easy to manage, aren’t they?

I can’t say I’ve noticed Paul said Sir Donald.

Oh yes. We can lead them anywhere we want and, so long as they just blow up one or two railway stations now and again, nobody really minds.

Except the people who get blown up, Paul!

Well I know it must be difficult for them and disappointing for their families as well but it’s just death and, after all; that’s what life’s all about, isn’t it, Sir Donald?

The Right Honourable, Lord Mohammad, the Baron of Rochdale rose to his feet, clutching a daily newspaper in his right hand. He said My Lords, it is a most shameful day when the Prime Minister of this country declares war upon the Muslim population of the UK. These peaceful, hard working and loyal people, who have tirelessly supported our noble country through some of the most trying times of hardship and bigotry from white citizens... Someone was heard to cough; well not a cough more like a spluttering ‘I say, old chap.’ The noble Lord continued and we have been blamed by the British press for atrocities in Taverstock Square and the London Underground without any proof that Muslims were in any way responsible for them.

His Grace, the Duke of Leicester was heard to mumble loudly and clearly And the Nazis didn’t kill 3 million Jews and 6 million Slavs either.

Adolf Hitler was certainly not a Muslim! retorted the noble Baron.

The noble Lord for High Wycombe was heard to let out a loud snore. He always did so, for he had very few attentive or retentive powers. Someone checked His Lordship’s bodily comfort and all were assured that a major catastrophe had been averted. What happened next surprised most members of the ‘Other House.’ The noble Baron of Rochdale rounded upon the incontinent unfortunate and synergised his bodily exigencies with a hatred, of the lowest form, for Muslims.

Another Member was heard to utter I say, old man. That’s quite out of order if I may say so; strong words indeed for the Upper House to stomach. In fact, a few noble Lords woke up to the hubris and, after consulting their watches, decided that their stomachs required a more formal addressing than a few harsh words.

That is why. A snort of defiance was heard. That is why I have today, issued a fatwa against the Prime Minister.

The noble Lord Carnegie said who’s the fat one he’s talking about?

The noble Lord Cardigan said The Prime Minister’s not fat unless he’s put on a lot of weight since I saw him last month.

The noble Lord Rochdale continued I have issued a reward of ten thousand pounds to any Muslim who will kill the Right Honourable James Argyle.

The Upper House was in absolute turmoil. Who’s getting killed? asked the Earl of Plymouth.

James Argyle said Kensington.

Who’s he? was the reply.

The Prime Minister said The Duke of Kensington.

Oh, you can’t kill the Prime Minister said Plymouth. He thought for a moment and then added well not unless he’s in some tin-pot little African country. They do that over there you know... and then they put them in a cooking pot.

And they all decided to go to lunch.

The Interview

Michael Mazement sat in the director’s chair in the control room of Studio 4 in BBC Broadcasting House. In front of him was an array of television monitors, one for each camera. To his left sat his studio engineer who would control the thirty-two audio input channels in blocks of eight, eventually reducing to two stereo channels and ten direct visual feeds from the cameras on the main studio floor. Only four cameras were normally used but the configuration allowed for the addition of another two, leaving four remaining channels to service live feeds from outside-broadcast and international news agencies.

James, Michael’s Assistant Director sat to the right and slightly behind the other two.

Camera two, in position, thirty seconds from my count; count, said Michael.

Jon, the Floor Manager, said Quiet everyone. Settle down. He paused. Settling down. Settled. Ok, Camera two, on Jeremy, in five, four, three and he mimed the remaining two seconds while counting down with his fingers. He pointed at Jeremy Paxwoman who was chairing the television programme. At the same time Michael Mazement said Cue camera two."

Good evening and welcome to Islam in Britain. Jeremy kept quiet while title music played for about twenty seconds and Michael said Camera four, wide angle, yes good. Switch to camera three for a pan of the audience. Now get ready on my count camera two. I want a close up on Jeremy. On five, four, three, two, one, camera two now.

Jeremy Paxwoman started to read the autocue which was just to the left of camera two. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to tonight’s programme. ‘Islam in Britain’ is a controversial topic upon which most people have strong views. Tonight we have a well-known panel who will debate the subject in front of an audience which has been selected from all walks of life. Let me introduce you to the panel. On my far left, Nicholas Mirage, leader of the Great