High Hurdles

Speaking of the Swedes, I see that they’re following their Danish cousins and getting serious about immigration and citizenship:

The right-wing coalition government in Sweden has announced plans to significantly increase the threshold to obtain citizenship in the country, including a prohibition on migrants who fail to learn the native language.

The Swedish Ministry of Justice said this week that a series of new citizenship requirements will take effect by June 6th of this year. The ministry said that the measures will seek to “strengthen the importance of citizenship and increase incentives for individuals to become part of Swedish society, which also strengthens the Swedish community.”

According to the MoJ, the government will require migrants to live in the country for at least eight years to become eligible for citizenship, up from the current five-year standard.

It will also become necessary to demonstrate “self-sufficiency”, with a monthly income of around 20,000kr ($2,250).

Finally, prospective citizens will now have to demonstrate the ability to speak Swedish and knowledge of Swedish society.

All good stuff, and all quite reasonable qualifications to joining what is, after all, one of the more civilized nations of the world.

The only thing I’d add — were I a Swede at that level of power and influence — would be a limit on non-citizen residence to eight years:  in other words, if you don’t become a citizen after eight years, then out you go.  Once again, quite reasonable.

“Due” Process

Well, so much for this little meme:

courtesy of the Fifth (!) Circuit:

Thousands of illegal aliens have been ordered released on bond by federal judges based on established practice of almost 30 years — but the Fifth Circuit holds that is not required by the statute.

Which means:

…[this] will allow the Trump Administration to detain pending removal as many illegal aliens arrested by DHS as it has the physical capacity to hold.

And that physical capacity?

Currently that capacity is only around 65,000. But DHS is building more detention facilities, and the expectation is to increase that number to 200,000 by the end of 2026.

Build, baby, build.  And ramp up the “remigration” process, with especial care for the serious criminals among them:

And those detention camps?  Close to Fuck, Nowhere — deserts like Death Valley preferable.  Oh, and make them tent cities with minimal facilities so that nobody gets comfortable, and going back to Home Sweet Shitholia becomes more appealing.  If we need the materials, we could always buy these cheap from the Australians, who probably have some spares lying around.

And before anyone gets their tits in a knot about “appalling living conditions” etc., I should point out that I myself spent nearly two years living in a tent exactly like the above, in the Seffrican Army.  (Executive summary:  Froze in winter, sweltered in summer.)

We can also wave goodbye and say good riddance to the much-abused Notice To Appear stupidity.

And A Not-So Joyeux Noël To You

In our family’s Great Catholic Tour of Europe back in 2008, we ended our trip in Paris in late December.

Most unusually, I got sick — some kind of Frog flu — and so when the kids wanted to go out and join the crowds in the Champs-Élysées on New Year’s Eve, we sent them off with a couple bottles of cheap champagne, hoping like hell that they wouldn’t disappear from our lives forever.  They didn’t, of course, even though there were about 600,000 people jammed along that famous Paris thoroughfare, all partying like frat boys.  As the city of Paris made travel on the Metro free from 6pm till 6am on Jan 1, the kids went from our apartment on the Place de la Bastille all the way up to the Arc de Triomphe and had the time of their lives.


(yes, it was also witch’s tit cold)

I wouldn’t think of doing that nowadays, of course, but never mind because:

The Champs-Élysées has been Paris’s symbolic place for celebrations since the Liberation parade in 1944. This is the year it ends.

Paris has canceled the iconic New Year’s Eve concert on the Champs-Élysées due to security threats (by migrants; they won’t say it’s because of migrants, and they will never address the problem). They are at the point of no return.

Now the French will have to watch the fireworks on their televisions.

They brought it on themselves, of course:  the French brought Africa into France, and have discovered that in so doing, they’ve not turned Africans into Frenchmen, but France into Africa.

Telle stupidité.