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I am on the bus home from work. In front of me two men are talking about immigration, or more specifically Somalian immigrants. They go through a catalogue of their crimes, apparently they all steal our money, they have no intention of integrating, their boys harass our women, but most of all they just don't understand our way of life.
I pick up a copy of the Metro to drown out their voices from my head. Flipping through a story on page 4 catches my eye. A young man was badly beaten, to the point of hospitalisation, yesterday. His crime was to be seen kissing another man in the street at pub kicking out time.
I get home and go up to my bedroom. I lie on my bed and close my eyes. Unbidden into my head thoughts and pictures come flooding. BURNING BURNING. OLD WOMEN WHO'S CRIME IS TO LIVE ALONE. THE CULMINATION OF EVERY PIECE OF BIGOTRY AND SHEER BLOODY PETTY MINDEDNESS THE HUMAN RACE SEEMS CAPABLE OF. THE DEATH OF THOUSANDS. BURNING BURNING.
Later on that night I close my by now salt ringed eyes to go to sleep. I have never been a religious man. Despite that I drift off silently praying for Armageddon.