Billy Idol, a pop star of the eighties genre, has gained his American citizenship. I liked a couple of his songs “White Wedding” a cover of “Mony Mony” and other pop-rock ditties. I really enjoy the images of a celebrity happy to be holding a little American flag. With the flag taking on a grim history of being the object to America haters hatred, a proud new American unashamedly sporting the stars and stripes is a wonderful thing to see.
Feds report an average of over 1100 illegals apprehended DAILY on the southern border. (God help us if we see a caravan of Canadians moving south)! This adds up to over a third of a million hew democratic voters perched to assume their positions on the dole when they hit the ground in the great US of A. Short term gain for Dems who need a new base as their African American base is showing signs of coming to their senses.
Of course we could just dig a tunnel under the US and direct the caravans to just take a little walk north. They would end up in Canada. A bright new addition to their full coverage medical system that keeps people waiting forEVER. Teehee.. Or we could get an old destroyer and float then down to Venezuela, for a taste of that good old time socialist religion.
The old saying is “The sun never sets on the British Empire.” England is accustomed to the presence diverse cultures. In their colonial days British troops and the businesses that ventured into the conquered territories with them opened avenues of migration that put people from around the world on London streets. The open arms that have characterized the country since they divested themselves of their colonial holdings may have a bit more to do with a feeling of guilt than any inherent British compassion. Your conscience might twinge a little when you look a person in the face whose country you have used like two dollar whore. You may have a problem saying “no you can’t come in” to your ex-victim. Various theories aside, the fact is that the Brits are up to their armpits with citizens whose origin and race are different than their own. This arrangement has worked rather smoothly until the influx of Muslims that immigrated with contempt for the foundational values of the Brits.
I was a young drifter when I passed through Chinatown in Los Angeles. As I made my through the bustling crowds on the street I was met with the occasional smile and a lot of Asian reserve. Not a lot of eye contact. But I never felt unwelcome. The basic social contract was understood and agreed upon by all parties regardless of ethnicity.
Just above the eagle on every quarter minted in America is the phrase “E Pluribus Unum”, which means “out of many, one.” It is obvious our founding fathers accepted immigration whole heartedly. And that immigrants could be who they are. The phrase that decorates the façade of the Supreme court “Equal Justice Under Law” sends two messages to the citizen; the first is that and All Americans were to be treated fairly and equally under the laws of the United States of America. The second message is that ALL citizens will accept and abide by the law of the land.
Islam is a complete handbook on society for the Muslim. Rules for the most basic behaviors are proffered. Christianity, on the other hand has few rules other than to follow a few simple spiritual concepts. Sharia, the popularly accepted legal code of Islam has sins and punishments that are an anathema to modern secular societies. Yet this code is pushed by Muslim wherever they land. And there is the rub. Plus the wholesale misogyny that is practiced as a daily course of behavior.
In my most incessant vacillation between believing in a omnipotent power behind the veil of this reality and advocating a good healthy cynicism there is one constant that always is present….. Christians are the best architects of societies that I like. Namely, the whole western culture, as it stands.
Whether you envision the higher power as some old man with a beard and white robes or a big fat Buddha smiling his way to Nirvana, certain religions lend themselves to a more or less comfortable working relationship with secular society. Keeping things on an even keel and moving forward, without fear of learning, technological, and/or social advancement.
The relative success, in stabilizing human behavior and in turn, stabilizing cultural behavior, seems wedded to the foundation of values and beliefs in the deepest place of each individual. Society suffers when there exists spiritual issues that foster, both internal and xenophobic dissent, as in the heart of Islam. The carnage of the middle east, with the exception of Israel and a couple of the more secular societies such as Jordan and Egypt, is born of a vision of violence. When Shia kills Sunni, sects born a milllenia and a half ago at the deathbed of Mohammed a basic a congenital defect is revealed that has not been resolved. The rigor that set in at birth dictates that Islam will not, or cannot, move to accommodate change in human nature…..
Islamic law, set down in the Sharia”. written 1500 years ago and has not evolved one iota since. If you are in a Sharia court, say, one of the several working in Briton RIGHT NOW, you can have your arm amputated for stealing a jar of baby food. For real or merely suspected marital infidelity, a woman can be stoned to death. Sharia, the adopted child of the harsh desert world of Bedouin nomadic culture, will not or cannot give way to the law of the lands that allow the Islamic diaspora to squat on western territory.
The misogynist foundation of Islamic culture opens the gate to such horrors as Female Genital Mutilation (FGM) with each male at the head of the nuclear family given the status of nabob and final arbiter of right and wrong in the family. When I have confronted this position of each man the ultimate power in the Islamic family, I have received the rather lame apologetics (I don’t agree with it but ……I CAN UNDERSTAND HIS MOTIVATION). Denial…….. with a whisper of consent?
Separate laws call for territories of jurisdiction. Thus the growth of self made Ghettos of Islamic immigrants, the “no go” zones, where even police are reluctant to tread. Integration to host countries is not the point….regardless of how small or large the territory in question is, omnipotent Caliphates untouched by the umbrella of western culture, are the end game..
Pat Condell is British. Britain is the Godfather to and social doppelganger of our North American culture. We understand each other and love each other in an embrace that will not soon be rent asunder. So listen carefully, you will hear Pat express your concerns like he has been reading your mail. It’s all abut courage and denile in the second millennia.
The Brits have always been keen on a class system of social order. Back in the era of cobbling the chair you sit on, dodging bears lunging from the undergrowth, or killing the mountain lion before he drags off “little Jimmy” most had a clear vision of fearful things. (Accept for fools like the good ole’ boys in Salem Massachusetts).
We could shuffle off this mortal coil via any of a legion of illnesses or wounds. ……Never met my grandfather on my mothers side. He accidently let a pistol hammer drop on his thumb. A few days later he was dead of tetanus. So yes little Jimmy, there was a lot to be fearful of. REAL fear. Not a cold sweat ginned up at great length through going OCD on every little pet peeve while wringing every drop of fabricated tears from conjured up dangers.
It seems the power, of well turned rhetoric or a compelling argument has been lost in the concertina wire of histrionic tantrums that always accompany every petition from the progressive side of any argument.
In 409 A.D. a Goth army crossed the northern borders of Italy. After running a muck assaulting communities in the outlaying countryside, Alaric, at the head of a Goth army, entered Rome. Alaric occupied the “eternal city” for only three days and with very little plundering in his wake, he moved on. Alaric himself, died shortly thereafter from natural causes. His incursion, into the very heart of Rome, signaled the end of an empire that ruled from Britain to Persia for 1200 years.
There were many hungry, destitute people north of the Roman borders. Utilized as spear fodder in the Roman army at the forefront of many battles, they were used and abused to the point where children would be traded for dog meat as a bid to stave off starvation. More than Rome could feed, cloth or employ, they crossed into Italy and took what was needed. Thus was the beginning of the descent of Europe into what has come to be known as the “Dark Ages”.
Beyond the southern border of the United States there are many who live in poverty, hungry for a better life and ready to do a little border jumping to get a chance at a piece of the American dream. Please take a moment to click on Lady Liberty for a good little article on the mass migration of the southern hemisphere, north (here, where you LIVE dingus)!
My face was soaked with the foaming spittle spraying from my computer screen as I read mad dog foaming at the mouth tirades over Trump keeping people in dog cages.
I lived through the civil rights struggle of the sixties. Anti-war demonstrations, the riots, all the countercultural claptrap of the sixties and seventies and on and on and on, in all the convulsions of a country losing its identity. But I never saw the raw vitriol and homicidal rages that are filling a chasm that rips down the guts of our Republic like I see now on the social network. I fear for the future of my country. Click the pic below to read about the true history of this photo. Words been spread that they are innocent immigrants cruelly caged by Trump. But the photo was taken in 2014, during the Obama administration.
During world war II Brits gave the last measure of courage tears and blood to save their precious homeland. Now a different generation is handing it over to just about anybody who will take it.
Just a crooner in a dying democracy. As a lifetime Anglophile I back Morrisys comments. My feelings lead me dread that England is becoming the “land without a nation” as a long history of open arms to immigration promises a second “Battle of Briton.” In particular, those countries once held as colonies by the Brits are given a pass. Guilt? Fear? Denial? or along American lines, stupidity. Klikdapik below
Love can be the most powerful force in the human heart. Hatred can be just as potent a drive as love, should it be nurtured and groomed in spite of the destruction it embraces. The pik below links to a simple opinion piece but it refers to the displacement of one culture by another and why the west should start worrying now.
I am big, 6’3″ and a couple hundred pounds. Is it manly to use my strength to suppress those I am supposed to love. Or is it the true purpose of muscle to protect rather than conquer our own? I believe I have been given the gift of strength to stand in harms way for the benefit of those I love? Any respect I receive should be earned. I could get curtsies and bowed heads with a raised fist. but that is fear, not love. Should harm threaten my people, is it hatred that brings my raised fist against that harm?
…….For reasons of anonymity I shall refer to the gentleman pictured as Roy. Roy is my son-in-law. When my daughter started seeing him I was blowing steam from my ears and fireballs from my eyes. I thought it was the most ill-advised “disaster in the making” I had encountered as a parent!
When Roy was 13 his mother put him on a bus and sent him across the Mexican/American border with what he could carry and wear, nothing more. No sponsor, illegal, living on the lam and looking over his shoulder for immigration officers to tumble from under his bed as any moment. His command of English was minimal, without education or documentation, he lived a life on the run. Sleeping on other people’s couches and spare rooms he roamed the Colorado Springs area like a Gypsy on the lam.
Father a low bottom abusive alcoholic, and mother, describing the affects of his deprived childhood, stated that she often felt that even she did not know Roy. So many scars and walls had been erected, the stoic young man was like an unopened box. When I pressed him on his silent stoicism he could muster no answer.
He might sleep in the car as we went about our daily activities. He slept in the dining room, in the basement, at picnics and family gatherings. I was beginning to cobble together a diagnosis of autism or hearing loss. Roy slept more than anyone I had ever met, at times and places that never included a bed. At any given moment he would be snoozing in the car as we road along or dozing off as he sat conversing in our living room. I thought something was wrong with him. Either he was on dope or had pernicious anemia. I later found out that his schedule of work, school, (he was a full time high school student), as well as other obligations kept him in a state of exhaustion constantly. He was just tired.
I despaired that my daughter had hitched her wagon to a falling star with Roy. I saw a future hiding from ICE, and an endless line of dead-end under the table jobs.
But looking back, thinking of the hours I saw Sherry, (daughter), working on homework with him, or all the other moments I heard them working on his English, that I should have known he was not just your average dude from the south.
He is one of the “dreamers” now, he has bought one house and is looking to purchase another and just a day or so ago he told me that he had so many irons in the fire , so many financial opportunities, that he had problems figuring out which of the several job opportunities he should pursue. He pays his tax’s, has never broken the law and has a quiet disposition.
He walks the line. Obeys the rules, pays his taxes, and loves and swells with pride that he is a good American.. To me, as long as he lives according to the American ethic of work, fidelity to family, and loyalty to this country,…..He is American, more American than many born and reared here I might add.
In any culture Roy is the exception. That’s how you get to be exceptional…..duh. So I still support closed borders. For the vast majority those filtering across the border are not of Roy’s character and only trouble can come of a flood of the needy and broken, miscreant and criminal hordes that, until Trump, just by just being elected, have slowed the flood across our southern border to a trickle of around 30%.
All I ask is that when application is made for special consideration. Each persons fate will be reviewed and adjudicated on a case by case basis.