A decadent Westerner writes

I normally avoid politics because i don't know what I'm talking about. But as I write this sitting in the doorway round the corner from Pret a Manger on Clarges Street off Piccadilly, hundreds of members of Hizb ut Tahir are marching past, the first carrying black mock-up coffins marked 'Killed by Assad'. I realised something was going on when I saw the police bikes close off the road. I heard chanting 'Arab leaders have no shame' before I saw the crowd. They're all carrying orange banners and placards. The women are walking separately from the men and the crowd is entirely non-white. They're touring the Arab embassies, having passed the Saudis and now heading for the Egyptian one.

Looking them up on Wikipedia I see they propose a single-state solution to the Middle East conflict. But, uh, it'd be an Islamic one.

My political opinions tend to be instinctive rather than learnt, in other words based on my personal tastes and prejudices. Given my fondness for drinking, gambling and strip-clubs, I suppose I rather like the decadent West. I just wish I could afford more of it.