by Bill Ponton
I know that I can be oblivious to fashion trends until they surround me. Such was the case recently sitting on a beach when I noticed that every woman who walked by was covered with enough tattoos to earn her a spot in a carnival sideshow. The same thing occurred when I watched this video. I had no idea how feminized Irish politics had become. I was under the impression that Irish culture retained some masculinity. I guess it changed over the course of time.
There is a lot to say about this video, but the most prominent feature is the vocal Nigerian woman minister telling everyone on the panel to get over it because she and her kind were here to stay. It was even more distasteful having an Irish woman sit next to her with a look of bovine stupidity on her face nodding in agreement. Ireland’s centuries-long struggle for independence is to be forfeited to sub-Saharan migrants because the black Irish diversity czar dictates it. I had to ask myself why car bombs weren’t going off in front of every government ministry.
I know the answer to my question. The Irish men, like their counterparts in the EU, UK, Canada, and a good chunk of the USA, have been emasculated. With woke women and eunuchs in charge, everyone else is along for the ride. One that includes inviting in and providing for everyone in the third world who can make their way to your shore.
Jean Raspail got it right in The Camp of the Saints (1973), a political allegory about mass migration, Western guilt, and the collapse of a society’s willingness to defend its own institutions and identity. Raspail’s argument is that a civilization can destroy itself when it ceases to believe that it has a legitimate right to preserve its borders, culture, and way of life. In Raspail’s telling, the decisive weakness comes from inside the culture rather than from the migrants themselves.
So, like the colorful tattoos that have sprouted up in our midst like an infestation of crab grass or lice, I guess that I should get used to further lectures from Nigerian ministers with odd-looking hairdos.