“Be careful what you pray for.” Merkals “open border” policy has bit her on the ass.Just a little blurb about Merkals call to the EU to help “strengthen up borders to curtail illegal immigration
It appears that Europe has wakened to it’s false hopes of a fairytale end to it’s embrace of migrants from the middle east war zone entering the more affluent European countries. A force of ten thousand is suggested as a stop-gap border patrol.
Hungary, insists it will not be a country of migrants in no uncertain terms. It is also assuming a stance of independence from the influence of the EU. Sanctions are being considered by the EU to coerce Hungary into knuckeling under to their migrant policies.
Trump is threatening to shut down the government if he doesn’t get some movement from congress on funding the wall to be built on our southern border. This measure is meant to slow the incursion of illegal entries into the U.S. from the south. The Dems see an endless constituency in the masses of needy and criminal migrants and are presently barking to open the border permanently. Borders and walls…… such unfriendly things. They don’t fit into the CandyLand world that lies just around the corner.
Stand at the edge of the water and look east. Notice the dirty orange glow above the horizon. It is Great Britain burning. And watch as a flaming snake slithers across the water like Greek fire, incendiary and unstoppable. We can either take action in our own salvation, or cower in a corner and wait for a miracle. If we fight we may win and we may lose. If we wait, we wait for the inevitable.
Briton has been the custodian of all things western for about 1500 years. To see her display masochistic, self – scourging is always disturbing. It’s like seeing a loved one slapping themselves around after each error, regardless of how small or insignificant. Here is a little rage about the effects of having the Muslim influence grow in great Briton.
“Pride comes before the fall” OOOOOOoooo aren’t we the Great White North. Oh so generous and perpetually level headed. With each pat on their own back they are driving little hubris nails in their coffin.
I remember a time , when I was young and callow, that the plight of men and women of other nations was their business. Such suppression of large swaths of there own population was the business of those who dressed like “Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves.” At least it wasn’t in my back yard! And I really didn’t care.