UK Bus Driver Kicks Passengers Off Bus…

So he can pray!

 The white Islamic convert rolled out his prayer mat in the aisle and knelt on the floor facing Mecca.

Passengers watched in amazement as he held out his palms towards the sky, bowed his head and began to chant.

One guy whipped out his cell phone to videotape the special moment from outside the bus. The video can be viewed at The Sun Online.

“Eventually everyone started complaining. One woman said, ‘What the hell are you doing? I’m going to be late for work’.”

After a few minutes the driver calmly got up, opened the doors and asked everyone back on board.

But when the already unnerved passengers saw the driver’s rucksack on the floor, they refused to get back on.

“One chap said, ‘I’m not getting on there now’.

 

“An elderly couple also looked really confused and worried.

“After seeing that no-one wanted to get on he drove off and we all waited until the next bus came about 20 minutes later. I was left totally stunned. It made me not want to get on a bus again.”

Perhaps they were being paranoid. But as one person said in the comment section:

“you cant fault anyone for not wanting to get back on after the rucksack came out - the London bombings are still very much with the general public and it is a legitimate concern that we all have to live with. The world IS a much different place post 9-11/7-7…”

Also, judging from the comments, people would very much like to see this bus driver “sacked“.

I totally agree.

Hat tip: Lucianne

 

Saturday Morning Must Read

Wow, wow, wow! Mark Steyn has such a way with words.

In No One Left To Lie to, he mercilessly takes us on a tour of the trainwreck which is Hillary’s campaign, and explains how it came to be. Here’s a snip:

Where did the magic go? Well, the show got miscast. I wrote a decade ago that Hillary was like Margaret Dumont to Bill’s Groucho Marx. He goes around leering at cocktail waitresses, waggling his eyebrows and his famously unlit cigar. And Hillary would stand there seemingly oblivious to the subpoenaed dress and DNA analysis and all the rest: In double-acts, the best straight men (or women) are the ones who appear never to get the joke, and that was Hillary in the late Nineties, standing on stage alongside Bill night after night with her rictus grin and droning in the robotic cadences of that computerized voice in your car that tells you to fasten your seatbelt that “I. Am. So. Proud. Of. My. Husband. And. Our. President. Bill. Clinton.”

But you can’t recast: You can’t put Margaret Dumont in the Groucho role. In their heyday, the Clintons ran a thuggish operation fronted by an ingratiating charmer. Now the charming facade’s gone, and the backroom thuggery is ineffective. The Clinton campaign’s letter to Nancy Pelosi suggesting that she might like to “reflect” (if you know what we mean) on her call for the super-delegates to support the winner of the popular vote (ie, Obama) was notable not for its menace but for its clumsiness: Few sights are more forlorn than an enforcer who can no longer enforce. The Clinton letter reminded me of Elena Ceausescu still trying to pull the don’t-you-know-who-I-am routine even as the firing squad were taking aim.

OUCH!

Back in their heyday, we conservatives wagged our fingers and screamed, “just look at those two….Just look!”, and the libs blithely continued to support them, in fact encouraged, and supported Mrs. Clinton’s run for the Senate in New York…a state she was not even from. We just watched and shook our heads. Can’t they see how corrupt and dishonest these people are?

Bask in the schadenfreude.