No country owes unconditional admittance into that country, or must unconditionally bestow citizenship. From Porter at kakistocracyblog.wordpress.com:
I was reading yesterday about the ongoing violence and chaos at the Calais Jungle. What I did not read was an article about a French military deployment to capture and deport every migrant in this foreign tumor. Why I have not yet read such an article has many reasons, though here is a brief summary of what I did read.
Carnage in Calais: Horrific crash as jungle migrant gangs target tourists in cars in terrifying new AMBUSH technique that left our journalists covered in blood after narrowly escaping death.
* Ruthless gangs deliberately causing crashes on the roads to the French port by hurling large objects at cars.
* Home Secretary Amber Rudd has spoken out after a team of journalists narrowly escaped death last week.
* Reporter Ben Ellery and photographers Steve Burton and John McLellan were all injured.
* They had been investigating a shocking explosion of violence at the squalid migrant camp.
Here are some photos, not from Kinshasa, but its trailing western shadow.
[For photos, please see the original article, linked below.]
Given their profession’s hatred for traditional Europe, bloodied journalists are typically something a guy can only ask for at Christmas. Though we’ll set that aside and pretend it’s veterinarians at issue.
It amazes to realize that Europeans driving domestic highways are subject to ambush and attack by an open base of the un-French foreign legion. And the state simply grins.
The French will elect Front National, or they will have no cause for complaint when ‘The Jungle’ is that area of land between the English Channel and Mediterranean Sea. Eventually a people either choose to live or stop deserving to.
But in reflecting on those photos, one thought kept repeating…
You know, we don’t actually have to live like this. Nothing beyond our own fanatical masochism forces us to endure being robbed, raped, assaulted, and parasitized. There is no moral mandate from Earth or heaven that we abase ourselves before feral aliens who despise and harm us. We could live normal lives.
Normal in both body and mind. We really don’t have to poke needles in our eyes whenever they see something others demand they not. Nothing makes us censor our own thoughts and scrutinize every word for an ever-expanding catalogue of contrived ‘isms. We could–we should–be able to observe our environment freely, and freely discuss what we observe.
There is no nobility in being browbeaten and brutalized. Being enlightened doesn’t mean barring your neck. And if it does, there will soon enough be no enlightened men. Lying supine in the soil as foreigners stamp tread marks on our face makes us less human, not more. Rather than another fragile tribe of man, we have come to see ourselves as vessels of virtue and our finite habitat as baptismal font–into which the world may be poured. If there is a God, he surely didn’t mean for us to presume his role.
To continue reading: The Jungle is a Choice
