As the world watched in awe five years ago, new faces were welcomed into Germany with balloons and banners proclaiming ‘We love refugees’.
More than a million strangers headed there from faraway lands at the height of Europe’s biggest migration crisis since World War II hoping for a new life in the West.
In a rallying cry to her nation, the German chancellor Angela Merkel declared in the autumn of 2015: ‘We can do this. We are strong and can manage it.’
Even as Mrs Merkel’s historic speech was broadcast on German TV, reports flashed up on the screen that trainloads of men, women and children were clamouring to be let in at her borders. And they were.
In astonishing scenes a few days later, thousands of bedraggled, tired migrants turned up at railway stations in German cities to be met by local children blowing soap bubbles and handing over teddy bears as the country threw off its dark, xenophobic past to become the humanitarian face of Europe.
But today the celebrations for migrants are over in this powerhouse of the European Union.
Many of the foreigners who entered Germany in those heady days are being forcibly sent home to Africa, south Asia, the Middle East, Russia and the Balkans on secret flights, marshalled by security officers, after being frogmarched to airports from their beds by armed police.
I wonder why? Oh yes, because they can’t or won’t assimilate, their crime rates are astronomical, and far from being the fuel that would help Germany’s economy, most are pretty much acting as brakes, being totally dependent on Germany’s generous welfare state.
Who could ever have thought this this would happen?
Well, most of us, as it turns out; only we were called “racists” and “fascists” or worse, for the sin of being realists and not starry-eyed dreamers in thrall to the “magic dirt” theory of socialization.
As for “being frogmarched to airports from their beds by armed police”, I just wish we could do the same to our ingrate immigrants, but no doubt someone’s going to have a problem with me saying that, too.
Last week, Insty posted a link to Amazon.com which featured riflescopes.
Now I am not having a dig at him — I suspect that he has little control over what gets punted on his site anyway — but if I’m going to buy gun gear, I’m going to buy it from a place that sells gun gear like scopes: Midway, BassPro/Cabela’s, Europtic, SWFA, Brownells, you know the type, and not from the owner of The Washington fucking Post.
Here’s my reasoning (apart from the political aspect of it): to Amazon, gun gear is no different from kitchenware, clothing, curtains or DVDs. It’s just another product category among a zillion. They’re the Wal-Mart of online shopping. But to an operation like Midway, SWFA or Brownells, gun gear is their bread and butter: lose it, and they are seriously weakened if not ruined.
And lest we forget, scopes are a big-ticket item with a decent profit margin, which is especially important now that the gun gear emporia are suffering shortages of one of their bread-and-butter lines: ammo.
So while I clicked on the link at Instapundit — as I understand it, he gets a per-click consideration from Bezos — that’s as far as I was prepared to take it. No way no how would I ever buy a scope from Amazon; not when I have SWFA and Europtic (which is where I get almost all my scopes, by the way).
So there you have it: look, but don’t buy gun gear from Amazon. Stick to books, DVDs, kitchenware and all the other crap they sell; but keep getting your gun gear at places to whom your bsiness means more than just dollars.
The only good thing about this Monday is… ummm… wait… nope, sorry, I got nothin’.
So before you go out to start draining the streets, take a moment for a chuckle or two.
And seeing it’s the day before Election Day 2020:
And now it’s time to get on yer bike, like Monica:
“Abandoning the decentralized Blogosphere for the walled gardens of Facebook, Twitter and YouTube was a huge mistake, particularly for conservatives.”
Never did; never will.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to the Evil Loophole Gun Show at Southfork.
The best thing about November is that it’s no longer October — the latter being the OMG It’s Halloween! season. Let it be known that I hate Halloween: stupid horror movies all over TV, fucking pumpkin-flavored everything (coffee? FFS), “scary” decorations on everything, including rotting pumpkins… it’s enough to make one go
The only decent part of Halloween is that totties get dressed up in costumes (“fancy dress” to non-Murkins). Even that, though, can be a mixed blessing, as the pics below reveal:
Pro tip: dressing up like a hooker is not cute when you actually are one. Then there’s the mother/daughter idea:
Oh wait… that last one is neither a totty nor a Halloween costume: it’s F1 driver Lewis Hamilton, in all his self-conscious totally-gay wokeness.