Spare a thought,dear cunters,for Yehia Hassan of Luton.
His terraced house was gutted by renters and converted into a cannabis factory while he was receiving hospital treatment in Egypt.
Police raids at his property and a neighbouring address uncovered hundreds of cannabis plants, but the occupants have not been found..
“It was perfect in here,” Hassan, who has diabetes and uses a wheelchair, says. “I just don’t know how people can do this to someone else’s property. It’s the only place I have.”
Dear me,how awful.
period.
A retired foster parent, Hassan says he rented his home to a local business owner and allowed him to sublet it to others.
“I really trusted the guy,” Hassan says. “He said he was going to look after the place. But honestly, I don’t know who I can trust any more.”
Hassan’s neighbour, Abdul Shakoor, says the criminals kept a low profile, and nobody knew they were there.
“I was woken up by a loud noise when the police came and saw one of the suspects running away,” he says.
“There are so many of these farms; in two years I have seen three of them on this road. The police just come and take away the plants.”
Strange that,nobody seems to have noticed anything,perhaps because when the entire area looks like a back street from Baghdad just with more litter it’s impossible to detect any bother.
Import the Third World,become the Third World.
A perfect illustration herewith:
The new normal.
Of cunts.
Nominated by Unkle Terry.




