Consider me outraged. Two weeks ago, the Daily Mail reported the
deplorable tale of a Bedfordshire based police constable who was suing his former employers for heeding the urges of his allegedly racist coworkers who launched a campaign to oust him.
Mr Javid Iqbal, who “was born and raised in Stevenage, Hertfordshire” claims that he was bullied by other officers because of his beard, his accent, and his religious beliefs. He laments that his desire to join the police was because he “believed in putting something back into society”, and says that his beard “is an important part of my identity which helps other Muslims relate to me”.
My stomach churns as I think about the utter intolerance that is taking place here. How dare this hairy-faced fucker show such utter contempt for the British way of life. Shame on him for brazenly broadcasting his callous cultural insensitivity to the dominant culture of cultural insensitivity, which helps Brits relate to one another by highlighting even the most insignificant of differences with abject derision.
I get it, Iqbal – you’re pissed because you got the shitty religion – the one with the weird beard-shaving and food-eating rules, but just because your celestial dictator delves into more minutiae than the majority’s celestial dictator doesn’t mean that you’re entitled to subject everybody to halal meats.
If I, like you, had just come back after a nine month leave of absence on
full pay as reward for getting depressed at being crap at my job and writing ‘harrassment’ instead of ‘rape’ on a report, I’d probably be just as cynical in getting more out of the government too, but crying racism for every instance your coworkers tried to eke some enjoyment out of your presence, and blaming the victim for your incompetence just makes you look like a douche.
A source at Bedfordshire Police claimed Mr Iqbal was sacked because he was 'not cut out to be a police officer'. With that beard, and your reluctance to earn money in an honest fashion, one vocation springs to mind:
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