Dmiwitted journalist takes 'asylum seeker' into her home

Surprise, surprise, it didn't end well. However, she says she is planning to take another one.

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If someone with a Times account could paste the article, it would be good. Some more bits, he kept turning up the heating in her house because he was too cold. She went and got all her rich friends to donate clothes for him but he picked out a few expensive items and left all the rest behind. He kept going to Edgware Road to buy dope, and even told her so. He claimed to have hid on a lorry on the way over but she found pictures of his car journey over with friends.

Why are Polish Women so smart?:
>Next morning Dorota, my cleaner, is coming and I have to warn her there is a man staying in the spare room. I’m nervous about how she’ll take it. Dorota is Polish and has been my cleaner for 10 years, and I love her dearly. But she has once or twice made remarks about “foreigners” that do not bode well. At first she seems thrilled by the idea of a man in the spare room — she is always telling me I should get a boyfriend — but I quickly disabuse her. “He is a Sudanese asylum seeker. He’s asleep now, but you’ll meet him later. His name is Mohammed.” Later, she knocks at my study door. What did you say his name was? Mohammed. Where does he come from? Sudan. Where is that? North Africa. Ah! She goes away shaking her head. Eventually Mohammed gets up, and I take him downstairs to meet Dorota — an anxious moment, but I stand over them while they exchange wary hellos.

>I lay the table for two, but Mohammed says he doesn’t need a knife and fork, he eats with his fingers. Given that the food is quite sloppy, this seems difficult, but anyway he manages, neatly scooping up the mushy stuff with bread. This is waika, he announces
>I felt such a fool. I hated having to tell Dorota. She’d been dropping hints all along that Mohammed was a bad lot — he broke the tumble dryer, he never cleaned the washing machine, one day he was going to the front door just as the post arrived and instead of picking up the letters he walked all over them.

>I got an email from BT saying I’d already used my entire month’s broadband allowance in a week. I assumed this was because Mohammed was on Facebook or Skype the whole time, so I told him and he said he’d get Felix round. Within five minutes Felix was on the phone to BT and sorted out an unlimited broadband package.
>I hesitated a very long time before writing this article. I worry that it will give succour to all the told-you-so racists, who will see it as a warning against taking in asylum seekers. It shouldn’t. I was unlucky with Mohammed, but I was also very stupid. There are plenty of precautions one can take, checks one can make; it was only my arrogance that stopped me making them. And, although the ending was sour, there were six months before when I very much enjoyed having Mohammed round the house. I miss our evening chats in the kitchen, I miss the bubbling pot of waika on the stove. I’ve had almost a year to lick my wounds and now I think I’m ready to take another asylum seeker.

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No shit he acted out, she didn't sexually please him even once.

I think he had a mommy fetish
>With great formality, he announces that he plans to treat me like his mother. Hmm. Not sure I want to be treated like a Sudanese mother — I suspect it means a lot of cooking, cleaning and washing — so I tell him to treat me like what I am — his landlady — and basically keep out of my way.
> I think this was the moment he finally realised I was not his mother, nor ever likely to be. He looked close to tears.
>There was a problem, I believe, with my being a woman. He kept wanting to cast me as his mother, but I flatly refused to play.

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tend the coal, pay the toll

Why are white women so hell bent on ignorantly destroying the fucking west? I noticed this woman doesnt have any fucking kids - so she's obviously projecting her need to be a mother onto these fucking refugees like they're pet cats or something. Fuck this woman. Put her head on a pike.

>political leaders are LITERALLY invading Europe and no one cares

Apathy is the real killer.

What's after this

DON'T JUST LEAVE US ON THIS RAPE/PORN CLIFFHANGER!

he looks like a fucking vagabond, lady.

Just he lied about hiding on a lorry and sneaking in
>But what pulled me up sharply were many pictures of Mohammed and a group of friends sightseeing in Paris — one showed the Eiffel Tower — and in various swimming pools. His journey across Europe looked more like a holiday jaunt than a desperate flight to asylum. But then there were a few pictures of the Jungle, and then many almost-identical pictures of an English motorway taken through the windscreen of a car. Presumably this was his ride from the garage in Kent to Acton, but how odd to think of him shivering, wet — he would soon go down with pneumonia — taking all these dull photos of an English road.

>But soon afterwards came the Big Row. Mohammed had annoyed me a few times by asking me to turn on the central heating and I complied at first, but then told him it was the warmest autumn on record and I hated having the house too hot. Next evening he came down to make coffee and, after he’d gone back upstairs, I noticed that the sitting room was getting warmer and found that he’d switched the heating on. I was incandescent. He’d done it sneakily. So I stormed up to his room and shouted: “You turned the heating on without asking me. How dare you!” He said his feet were cold. “Well, put some more socks on,” I raged. “I can see you’re upset,” he said and tried to put his arm round me, but I brushed him off and had another good rant: “This is my house, I keep it at my preferred temperature, and if you don’t like it you can f*** off back to Calais.” I think this was the moment he finally realised I was not his mother, nor ever likely to be. He looked close to tears. Later, he slipped a sweet note under my bedroom door:

>Dear Lynn’s.
>I’m really sorry for what happend it’s completely my mistake but I was in a lot of thinking make me missed sleep for tow night. I came to your house as a son for you and to be honest you make me feel that and touched. I’ll never ever forget that when you look after me and share talk with all the love and fun.

>Please accept my apolgize to you as a son for you because even I left here I’ll come to see you because you do for me a lot and I have to stand with you.

>Sorry and I feel shame too.

>Which of course made me feel guilty, especially when it occurred to me that maybe he didn’t have any warm clothes.

niggers and white women have the brain size of a scrotum thats why you should never let them run shit or even vote they never builded a normal civilization they only come to the places the white man built and the whore women leeches want to destroy everything for the leftard agenda

>stryng womyn calling the lads at the first sign of trouble
top kek

she sounds like a total cunt desu

give me a tldr
brb

It's called hospitality you nigger. It's what Sodom and Gomorrah felt the wrath of God over, not whatever little sex hangup the church fathers decided to project on their absentee landlord.

this kike is right

Dumb cunt takes in a poor frightened refugee fleeing the dangers of 4 star vacationing around Europe
Refugee spends time jacking to big titties online and harassing the old dumb cunt that took him in

I hope the next one rapes her

You turn your computer on to be this retarded.

I hope he kills her, she doesn't want to learn even from first hand experience, you think rape is going to change anything?