Ripe For Reform
How Aliens Invaded My Home-Planet & Helped Swing a Local Election

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Here’s how white my hometown used to be: the first time I ever saw a black man there, I thought he was an alien. He pulled up at a bus-stop in his car when I was walking back home from school with a friend, and shouted out loudly to me, “Steven! Tell me how to get to Whateveritwas Street!” I didn’t know the directions, though, so he just grunted and drove away. I’d definitely never seen this person before – I’d never seen an adult black man in my neighborhood even once – yet, as also heard clearly by my friend standing beside me, he had just uttered my name. How had he known this highly confidential information?

As a UFO-loving 12-year-old at the height of mid-‘90s X-Files mania, I credulously fantasized he must have been one of the infamous Men In Black, those sinister ETs in humanoid form who drive around intimidating flying saucer witnesses into keeping their big mouths shut. As an adult, I suppose we must have just both badly misheard the man, but at the time, the combination of his apparent psychic knowledge and his then-exotic black skin combined to make me mistake him for a literal otherworldly being.

Fast-forward to the 2020s, and Close Encounters of the Third World Kind in my neck of the woods are an everyday occurrence akin to seeing a pebble in the street or a cloud in the sky. Last year, my elderly auntie endured an equally scary probing by an alien at a bus-stop, in the shape of a young black African who randomly approached her there and asked if he could come and live in her house.

It turned out the local council just didn’t have enough asylum housing going spare for him, or so he said. Observing she was old, Martian Luther King guessed my auntie’s husband might have been dead, meaning she would surely have enough room to accommodate an alternative male housemate to keep her company and help wash the dishes. She refused, and got on the next bus … as did he. She was then highly relieved when he didn’t just alight at the same stop as her and attempt to force access to her premises anyway, citing his ECHR-guaranteed “human right” to adequate shelter.

Other notable racially unusual sights lately observed by myself on my regular black-pilling walks through the shattered shell of my once-socially cohesive Yookay hometown have included an Arab gentleman in all-white pajamas meditating cross-legged on a large brightly colored carpet in the middle of his front-garden (sadly it didn’t take off), a young Muslim male attempting to groom white children in my local park before they amusingly turned on him and chased him away into some bushes like an episode of Benny Hill in reverse, and a foreign-colonized store supervised by a woman wearing a black niqab which still had the gall to carry a large door-sign saying ‘No Face-Coverings May Be Worn Inside’, a policy which evidently did not apply as equally to the staff as it did to the customers.

So, basically, demographics-wise, my home-patch certainly ain’t what it used to be. It’s still very, very white indeed by the contemporary standards of captured citadels like Birmingham and London, of course, but then these days so are Karachi and Nairobi. Supposedly, recent census data show my place to be 96.5 percent white, but it clearly isn’t, at least not in certain areas of town. And, only last week, there was a surprisingly important by-election held there, which proved such hushed-up racial shifts to be becoming increasingly electorally consequential.

Please Halton Desist Immediately

The place I live is called Halton, a small and little-known area in the North-West of England, just south of Liverpool. Split mainly into two separate largely post-industrial towns, Widnes and Runcorn, the latter settlement got a new MP on 2 May in shape of Sarah Pochin, of the ostensibly anti-immigration Reform UK party, led by the affable Brexit King, Nigel Farage. Formerly, Halton was the very definition of a Labour Party stronghold, until the largely working-class voters finally began to realize that the modern incarnation of the supposed left-wing ‘party of the workers’ actually hates its own traditional electorate and actively wishes to replace them, just like the US Democrats do.

Amusingly, the Runcorn by-election was only called in the first place after the original local Labour MP Mike Amesbury, elected as recently as last year with a huge majority of 14,696, decided to get his contempt for his constituents out in the open by repeatedly punching one of them right down to the floor in public, live on camera.

However, the fact Labour MPs are now attacking them in local high streets is not the only reason why Runcorn voters turned against worshipping their former idols. As my auntie’s recent unpleasant experience with an African suggests, every time they finish work, go home and open their cupboards, fridge-freezers or washing-machines, an Eritrean now falls out.

Although Runcorn has the lowest average wages in its entire local county, its wider parent-area of Halton has been lumbered with the third-highest number of asylum seekers, considered on a per capita basis, in the whole of Great Britain. And, do you know what? Voters have actually started noticing!

Of course, some myopic local residents just don’t care. Although the Party’s vote collapsed, Labour lost to Reform by a record tiny margin of only six votes last week, meaning Labour still managed to get 12,639 ballots cast in their anti-white name nonetheless.

One village idiot from one of Runcorn’s rare well-off areas (or, more likely, the posher nearby village of Helsby) quoted in national broadsheet The Times gave her reason for voting Labour as being fear of what the “reputational damage” of having a “racist” Reform MP “might mean for our property prices.” What effect might having 200 Bedouins squatting in her garden-shed do to her precious property prices likewise, I wonder?

She Shore Is Stupid

Housing is becoming an increasing problem in Halton – there is a shortage today for the asylum seekers, and tomorrow for the actual traditional white residents. Overrun by the sudden influx of boat-people in the last few years, the Halton Citizen’s Advice Bureau (CAB) has had to produce a special new “Making Halton Our Home” guide for its staff, which advocates for the following key measure to be implemented:

Why should random, illegal foreigners be included in the “priority housing needs group” over and above those actual locals who need public accommodation just as much, a true Haltonian might well ask? They also might well ask the question “Why is a Citizen’s Advice Bureau providing advice to people who aren’t even citizens?”…but we’ll let that one slide.

Previously, the largest number of asylum seekers locally were housed in a State-commandeered out-of-town dumpster, the Daresbury Park Hotel. Many Halton residents had long objected to this, but lemming-like continued to vote Labour nonetheless. Once enough was enough and it finally became clear she might lose to Reform in the by-election, though, the new Labour candidate, Karen Shore, announced she would campaign to get the place closed down, starting a petition to that effect.

Obligingly, just before the by-election took place, the UK Home Office then helpfully leaked news that the Daresbury Hotel would indeed be closed. Shore welcomed this, as it made it look like she had already succeeded in serving her would-be constituents before even being voted into office … and yet, rather than gratitude from the voters, Shore received only rejection. Why? Possibly because, sick of being lied to about such issues ad infinitum, local proles aren’t as retarded as their socialist ‘superiors’ think.

For one thing, they will have noted press revelations that, during a previous career as a Labour councilor for another nearby local authority, Shore had actively boasted of having “warmly welcomed” Afghan and Syrian refugees, saying how proud she was that politicians (re: taxpayers) had generously provided “suitably decorated and furnished accommodation, provided by the council’s housing association partners” as well as nobly bearing “the costs of English language lessons” for them. She also backed some stupid queer campaign in which council staff wore rainbow-colored shoelaces to the office. Bet the Afghans and Syrians loved that.

Secondly, voters will be aware that, once the Daresbury Hotel is closed to migrants, they will not be sent back home abroad, but resettled elsewhere in the community instead, in houses and apartments the locals would once have been able to occupy, pushing up rents elsewhere to boot.

The Home Office is now offering landlords attractive five-year guaranteed full-rent deals to house illegal immigrants, on favorable, above-market terms in which the government will pay all council tax bills and foot the costs for repairs and maintenance. This is cheaper for the State than putting incomers up in hotels, but the true problem is all the people oozing illegally into the country, not the average cost of the roof over their heads per evening. And where will all the native people currently on waiting lists for state-subsidized council housing live then? Pretty soon it will be native Brits, not black Africans, approaching old women at bus-stops and begging a spare room.

The Great Reform Act?

So, that’s one big reason why Reform won the Runcorn by-election – but how anti-immigration are Farage’s lot, really? Their own new Runcorn MP, Sarah Pochin, has previously put out social media posts (now deleted) saying how, in a former life as a regional mayor, it had been a “pleasure to attend” a “Refugees Welcome event” to meet all the “Syrian and Afghan families that have settled” in the area.

Although now an alleged convert to Reform’s policy of “Net Zero immigration” (i.e., one-in, one-out), there will still ultimately be a severe problem, should the party go on to form an actual national government in four years’ time, as some predict.

When they hear Nigel Farage say he will sort out mass immigration, most voters like those in Runcorn seem to have gained the understandable impression this won’t just mean stopping yet more pouring in, but mercilessly deporting millions of those already here. But, if they were actually listening to Farage of late, he has been explicit in saying he won’t do that, as it is “politically impossible” – he even expelled another Reform MP named Rupert Lowe recently, allegedly on account of Lowe being far more deportation-hungry than Nigel is.

If Reform do gain national power, and places like Halton remain every bit as full of alien invaders as they are at present, then to many disillusioned voters, this halfway-house approach of Farage’s will seem about as logical as a plumber dealing with an overflowing bath by turning the taps off, but not then bothering to unclog the blocked plug-hole and drain away any of the stagnant water that’s flooded over the side and is clearly rapidly eating the entire floor away prior to making the whole house collapse in on its rightful owners’ heads.

Stopping the problem from getting any worse is a good first step, sure, and Reform seem to have the best policies of any of the mainstream parties in Britain at present. But merely stopping the rot isn’t really enough, is it? Ultimately, it has to be reversed, too, as Rupert Lowe suggested. Otherwise, come future ballots, it may be Sarah Pochin and Reform UK being given a bloody nose in the street by voters, not Mike Amesbury doing the reverse.