ACF, the worrying thing about immigration is that the immigrants are clueless as to the wellsprings of wealth on which they live. Over half the local populations are clueless too! Probably 70% of locals have little idea.
So, it is likely that gradually countries come to look like the places where the immigrants came from. Immigrants bring their cultures and memes on how life works. We took ours with us. Islamic people bring their ideology. The battle is on in France, with Moslems wanting to turn France into the place from which they came.
The arrogance of most people is that they think it so self-evident that their culture is superior that the immigrants will assimilate. Sure, immigrants do to some extent, but only to some extent. But they change the local culture to something nearer theirs.
For example, in England before Enoch Powell became worried about the effects of immigration, people would politely queue for buses and other services. In 1974, when we arrived in London, the system was breaking down.
People would queue for the bus, but then when the bus pulled up, the queue would break up and there would be a scramble to get on, like any common third world mob. It only takes a couple of people in a queue to destroy the system as the others can't afford to be left behind. They'd never actually get to the front of the queue if a few always pushed in. It was amusing at the time as everything was new to me, but sad for the people who lost their civilized culture.
In 1986, I was transferred to London by BP Oil International and I commuted from Woking. On part of my lengthy daily trip, by foot, train, Drain, bus and foot [in various combinations] I travelled on The Drain, which I suppose you know is a part of the subway system which shuttles from Waterloo to Bank.
I hadn't been on the line before, but had done quite a bit of travel on the other underground services during other times in London and had become accustomed to the crush of humanity pushing, shoving, elbowing and jostling onto the train, jammed so tightly that it was tricky to keep the right part of one's body in contact with other people, the usual personal space being non-existent. It was a lucky day if a nice young woman was occupying adjacent personal space instead of a big smelly bloke.
Anyway, I made it to the Waterloo end of The Drain [which was a small adventure in itself - catching the multiple choice trains from Woking]. Arriving at the platform I was a bit bemused to see the platform full of people like me, dressed in suits, with brief-cases and umbrellas. But there was a puzzle. Why were they all facing the end of the platform instead of the track where the train was obviously going to pull up?
Well, when in Rome, do as the Romans do, so I angled myself part way towards the end of the platform but still somewhat angled towards the track in a kind of compromise. I thought that they couldn't be playing some kind of joke on the new boy like the one in the industrial plant washroom where everyone stands around the bulk handwashing facility washing hands and the water stops and the silly guy in the suit doesn't have a clue what's going on. There is a ring by the floor around the 2 metre diameter bowl for depressing by foot to make the water flow. The locals take their feet off and watch the visitor look around bewildered.
None of them would have known I was there in The Drain as I'm sure I looked pretty much like them and it would have been quite a large conspiracy. Neither was it 1 April.
A couple of minutes later, the train pulled in, the doors opened [nobody got off because people were commuting to work and work was in the Bank area] and everyone started walking down towards the end of the platform. "What the hell?" I thought.
So I walked crab-wise along with the crowd [half facing the train and half facing the direction of walking]. We passed one door and then another. Getting to the third door, or maybe fourth, we walked in. I hadn't realized, but I was in a four-deep parallel queue system. It just looked like a crowd on the platform when I arrived. They were actually in rows, but looked at from the side, that wasn't obvious.
I discovered another reason why people have umbrellas in London. It's not just because of the bad weather. It's for queue enforcement. A judicious jab with an umbrella is an effective disciplinary measure. A less-civilized third world person once tried to crack the queue but was unable to penetrate the spikey rank and file English wall. I admit to some delight in seeing the whole process, defence of civilization and rejection of barbarian third world values such as Yiwu's.
It's a shame that the barbarians, combined with the barbarian quartile of the British proletariat, have taken over from civilization in so many other spheres. Enoch Powell was exaggerating with the rivers of blood speech, but the future is still arriving and it wouldn't take many 911s to make the Thames red in colour instead of murky brown. He might yet be right. Islamic Jihad doesn't like to compromise and do as the Romans do, as I did in The Drain. They need a wall of umbrellas to keep them at bay.
France is now in the crusades, right there in their schools, with overt religious symbols not allowed in schools. School uniforms will be enforced. Personally, I think it's a mistake and having invited Moslems in, they should be able to do as they like if they don't interfere with other people doing their own thing. All the French will achieve is conflict.
Demographic and democratic processes should see Belgium becoming a Moslem country in a couple of decades. There are a billion Moslems [and more] so they can take over a LOT of countries if they get a chance. They will turn those countries into Moslem countries and everyone will be forced kneel to Mecca, just as in France, they are forced to wear school uniforms. Personally, I think Enoch might not be too far wrong.
The end of history hasn't yet arrived.
Who would you prefer to have running your life, Yiwu or Khomeini? Invidious choice!
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