London 2026 – The City of Shit

There is no other way than to describe the formerly glorious city of London as the city of shit. The permanent stench of chaptalised urine and body odour permeates over the grim grey toxic atmosphere of permanent anger and hatred. No one smiles in London — not anymore. There is only fury and spite, as anyone can be triggered to commit extreme levels of violence in a nanosecond. There is no humanity left in a city that heaves under the burden of urgency toward early death, no doubt, either from heart failure, a good stabbing, a bullet to the temple, obesity or severe arteriolar sclerosis. Stinking dirty public transport in London is a disgrace to human dignity, as literally millions of people are crammed like sardines in horrid conditions not fit for cattle transport. Most of the time the trains or buses never come, and when they do, they are overloaded with people’s limbs caught in the doors on routes that are lucky to exceed 4 mph if lucky due to the sheer volume of traffic at all times of day and night. There is no room left in this sick city; the houses squashed together row after row are reminiscent of rats piled into a bucket writhing around with no way out. The feeling of claustrophobia one experiences in this environment of no horizons or hope is compounded in the winter months by the freezing, unforgiving chill winds through the dark alleyways as the enveloping, insistent rain cuts through to the bone. London is a city of crime, illegal crime and state crime. Every pickpocket, every rapist, every thief, and every criminal comes from around the world to London and revels in its ease in committing crime without fear of prosecution. The current sclerotic government has let out thousands of dangerous prisoners early from their sentences. Paedophiles, rapists, murderers and violent criminals all vying for the spoils of early release. Theft is overlooked by the minimal and diluted police who are so inept and useless that statistics show they only solve 3% of all crimes in the city. Violence is part of daily life for the battered, punished people of London, and thanks to the skewed, illogical legal system, fighting back and defending oneself or one’s family will see you invariably jailed and punished. The rights of criminals are valued over those of the victims of crime in a city spewing with injustice and apathy. London’s crumbling roads are a testament to disgusting levels of negligence and waste of tax revenue. Roads are patchwork asphalt nightmares with vast potholes that are never fixed, uneven dangerous surfaces, and the speed bumps along the 20 mph zones are stacked every few yards, making driving through this malaise a horrible, nasty affair. You may wonder why your entire front and back suspension needs replacing every year or every 6 months. It’s the massive bumps. In this cursed anti-car city you cannot literally park anywhere without incurring some kind of fine; there are traffic enforcement cameras everywhere — their sole purpose is to steal money from drivers. There are roads with misleading or ambiguous signs that stipulate some sort of restriction with vastly worded signs that a motorist may struggle to read whilst driving. Try to read one of these signs with huge paragraphs of rules and regulations when coming around a corner with cars beeping behind you as you squint to read the tiny font size in the dimly lit road — yes, you end up with another £80 fine. The nefariously acquired ill-gotten gains are then used to pay council bosses’ huge salaries and pensions, along with their council apparatchiks. Forget about repairs to the city’s transport system; the money is directed straight to salaries and pensions for the feckless entitled council staff who invariably work from a remote location from some beach somewhere. Council tax! London council tax is a legalised criminal activity that rises at exponential levels wherein the payee receives little or no value. Taking the bins once every three weeks is the limit of work these parasites manage. To conclude this miserable diatribe, London is a cesspit, a grime-ridden, dirty, smelly open sewer with a vast imported population of millions upon millions of low-skilled people from obscene backward shithole countries who come here to use the overloaded system like an all-encompassing parasitical force, locusts, and cockroaches eating up everything in their path, all encouraged to the full by the demented, enablist current government. There is only one distant hope — a nuclear missile detonates over the north, south, east and west of this city, erasing it from existence. That is how demoralised many indigenous Londoners are, and they pray every day for that red button to be pushed to finally put an end to the horrific city of shit, instantly rendering it into a crater of glass.