Islam chickens Pamela Geller and Robert Spencer host the lamest rally you’ve ever seen. Residents of Stockholm, by the two dozen, come out and listen to the tremblers.
Surrounded by hundreds of counter-demonstrators, and cops, in vans, on foot, on horseback, they look like spoiled children stopping traffic to put on a play. The English Defence League signage makes the setting.
Tommy Robinson, in thick cockney, sounds like he spent his life in the back of a sweaty pub, cursing the smelly foreigners. Robert Spencer comes off like the sort of jet-setting prissy bigot who’d demand the curbside porters lift his luggage. Geller is a shriek and a shrill, as usual. Her response to the media’s reporting is classic:
First of all, we were “outnumbered” because we had to conduct our rally surrounded by police vans and police in riot gear — not because we were violent, but because of the bloodthirsty leftist hoodlums who were screaming their bloodlust and doing everything they could to break through the police lines and do physical harm to the freedom fighters . .
You know you’re well-respected when your response to making the news is “First of all…” The end of the clip gives away the game. Surprisingly, it’s hard to keep the EDL within the bounds of civility. Tommy begins a racist rant when Geller, et. al., cut the clip. They wouldn’t want to give you the wrong idea, you know:
“The difference between the English race and any other race is we are second to none.”
Why Geller didn’t speak up for her precious American genetics here, I don’t know. Tommy warns the zero people who are planning to assassinate a luminary like him:
“So any Islamist planning it or thinking about it, you will be personally responsible for the end of your backward culture . .”