This is the j__iest thing I have ever read. I was just saying to myself that I really want to make it through a single day without getting smacked in the face by j__ish perfidy, and this day was going well until NRO took a steaming matzo ball on it and dashed my hopes. Another day ruined.
There’s so much wrong with this assertion, it’s hard to know where to begin discrediting it.
Europe was economically integrated before WWI. So much for that “shekels before nationalism” argument.
There is all the evidence in the world that shekels DON’T alleviate the problems and antagonisms of disparate peoples living in close proximity. See here and here. I predict NRO wormtongues will not read the truths spelled out at those links. Neolib Egos before Truth.
More revealing is NRO’s tacit admission that Diversity is our weakness. The craven rootless merchants at NRO know, though they are too cowardly or malicious to openly admit it, that Diversity is an obstacle to be overcome with a sprinkling of Magic Moolah. Like Magic Dirt, somehow, someway, economic activity will make all the problems of a multiracial dystopia disappear, and we’ll come together and sing of buttplugs and mocha-colored babies.
Except that has never happened, and won’t happen. At least NROniks have given up pushing the lie that Diversity is inherently good. Now they think it’s not so great but greed will make it moot.
Ann Coulter retweeted:
“who cares if the country turns into a polyglot, multiracial favela wracked by neverending inter-ethnic strife as long as i’m gettin paid.” — a principled conservative at the National Review
Trevor Goodchild adds,
Pretty ballsy to top this off with a portrait of Hamilton NRO, you know he loved tariffs and protectionism and would have probably had your entire editorial board shot for treason right?
ah, a shitlord can dream.
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Courtesy of JimJones,
If you love wealth greater than liberty,
The tranquility of servitude greater than the animating contest for freedom,
Go home from us in peace. We seek not your counsel, nor your arms.
Crouch down and lick the hand that feeds you;
May your chains set lightly upon you,
And may posterity forget that you were our countrymen.
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