Get out, out, out!

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Like Mississippi blacks in 1950, women sent to the rear.

THE MOON supports the lovely diversity of national cultures — defined by borders — and opposes Mohammedanism. At times those two issues intersect nicely.

The upcoming vote in Great Britain over its being in the European Union provides a lovely example.

London’s Mohammedan mayor(!) has gone on a road trip in support of remaining in the European Union. The photo above was taken at one of his stops. The Mohammedan women were compelled to stay at the back of the audience.

Leftists support this abominable misognyny. You can read more about this nonsense right here.

Meanwhile, Switzerland has withdrawn its application to join the EU, saying “only a few lunatics” now favor it.

Never wanting to miss an opportunity to make fun of Mohammedans, let’s look at this:

Rayani Airlines, which would have been Malaysia’s first Sharia-compliant carrier, has been grounded by the government. While it was Sharia-compliant, it was not flying-compliant.

There were other issues too. Strict dress codes for passengers. No in-flight cocktails. Strictly Halal meals. Late flights. Last-minute cancellations. Pilots not getting paid.

In other words, managed like the Mideast.

Handwritten boarding passes on little sheets of paper. You can’t make this stuff up. The Mohammedans do it for you.

Let’s pray the Brits exit the collectivist European Union and regain control of their once-great nation.

One great day

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This morning’s scene from my rocker.

HERE I SIT on a rocker. It’s around 10 a.m., and I’ve already watered the veranda potted plants and the hanging ones too. I’ve cleaned the glass-top table on the Jesus Patio, and I’ve changed the yucky birdbath water.

At 11 we’ll be having second breakfast — either oatmeal or cereal — and then I’ll don old pants, take off my socks, slip my tootsies into ancient Crocs and circle the yard perimeter with my new Stihl weedeater.

When that’s done, I’ll shower and dress myself up. Later, I’ll make lunch, which will be fish burgers, wild rice, sauteed veggies and lentil soup from a can. I’m no elitist.

After lunch, we usually watch a show on Netflix before heading downtown. My child bride to her sister to gossip and me to a sidewalk table with café and my Kindle. I’m currently reading a bio of Ronald Reagan by H.W. Brands.

Tonight will find us in our soft chairs watching two more shows on Netflix while supping on big salads that I create myself. We don’t have real jobs, of course.

This routine is so grueling that we felt we deserved a vacation, so next week we’ll be heading to Colima and Comala for a few days. I’ve never been there. I want to see the volcano.

Now, on to politics: The California Democrat primary takes place Tuesday, and Bernie might beat Hillary, which would be an hilarity. And then the Brexit vote comes on the 23rd, and I’m rooting for a British departure.

It’s a lovely day, but it will rain later.

Thanks for stopping by.

Whittle Wisdom

BILL WHITTLE looks back at almost eight years of the worst presidency in U.S. history.

Meanwhile, Weepy Barry decides not to disparage criminals. It’s just not nice.