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Daymar

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Aug 16, 2009, 11:56 AM Last Edit: Aug 16, 2009, 12:10 PM by Daymar
Every day another immigrant enters the UK or another white emigrant leaves the UK, the chances grow dimmer for the UK, not brighter.


Apparently Rome had a huge amount of immigration. It was called "the epicenter of the world."

Peter


I forgot, what is the Socialist hierachy of Holy Saints?

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0.5 Physically disabled
1. Women   (holy Saints)
2. Homosexuals
2.5 Brown skinned people
3. Black skinned people
3.5 Mentally disabled?  (spiritual authorities)

5. Muslims  (holiest Saints) (produces lots of corpses)

9. Barack Obama (God, but aint' killed anyone yet)
10. Stalin, Lenin, Pol Pot, Kim Il Sung, Mao Tse Tung (Gods)



Here we have another calibration point:

A Dead Rat in the Kitchen
http://gatesofvienna.blogspot.com/2009/08/dead-rat-in-kitchen.html

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A short recap of the episode: last Sunday a gay couple strolling peacefully along holding hands was assaulted by a Muslim man in his forties. The assault happened in Grønland, a district of our capital that has a majority Muslim population. The Muslim in question approached the couple, asked, “What is that?” whilst pointing at their hands, and later exclaimed, “I don’t like it, this is a Muslim part of town!” whereupon he immediately after assaulted the couple
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The one Islam-critical party we do have, the Progress Party, is of course not part of this deception. No surprises there. What is more surprising is that individuals from other parties also seem to have opened their eyes somewhat. Understandably, quite the few of these are themselves immigrants. They know radical Islam when they see it. It is why they fled to begin with.

One such brave individual is Akhtar Chaudhry from the Socialist Party. In no uncertain terms he stated that “we can not endure such a Talibanization of Oslo and Grønland!” Given that the Socialist Party could just as well change its name to the Multicultural Party, such a statement is akin to letting Christopher Hitchens give the sermon in St. Paul’s Cathedral in London on Easter Sunday. It does not go down well with the believers…

So the reaction was more or less anticipated. Today, a representative of the Social Democratic Party, Hans Christian Lillehagen, decided to put Chaudhry into the shame-corner for stating the obvious and factual.


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But it gets better. He continues:

“This is what we’ve grown to expect from the Progress Party, not from the Socialist Party. By his statement, Chaudhry intensifies the hateful tendencies. When he talks about Talibanization, he does not know what he is talking about. It might have been meant in good faith, but it was entirely wrong and not serious.

“Instead of a value-based debate on how to fight prejudice towards minorities, the opposite has occurred. One minority has been set against another. It is not as if gays and Muslims are two irreconcilable minorities!”

*Cough*

But they are. Islam has no room for gays; it is quite explicit about this.


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Other immigrants and their descendants have few problems with our societies once they get over the language barrier. Only Muslims seem intent on seditious behavior, with their parallel societies, abject hatred for all things Western, and supremacist enforcement of Muslim law and traditions wherever they feel they are in the majority.

There is a dead rat in his kitchen, but Lillehagen is so stuffed up with politically correct Multiculturalism that he cannot smell the stench.


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Peter

CAFricains

Avant toute chose, souhaitons la bienvenue à Abiba qui débarque du Cameroun avec un visa touristique obtenu grâce à son mari par un astucieux dessous de table. Abiba prévoit de rester en France pour accoucher, et compte sur la bienveillance du pays pour lui permettre d'obtenir une régularisation grâce à son enfant. Dans un ou deux ans après quelques déménagement à l'hôtel, la petite famille obtiendra des services sociaux un logement pour « mère célibataire » et un job lui permettant de participer au loyer. Ces précieux conseils ont été prodigués par sa tante qui réside en France depuis cinq ans, qui a elle même reçu ces conseils d'une cousine qui réside en France depuis dix ans.

Direction Seine-Saint-Denis pour assister à des funérailles dans une famille africaine, nous arrivons aux pieds de tours bétonnées construites à côté d'un terrain vague, je pense immédiatement au Sommeil du Monstre d'Enki Bilal, paysage apocalyptique d'une crasse repoussante, et population issue d'un autre monde.  Des grappes de barbus au profil borné et fringués à la mode d'Islamabad sortent du néant, leur regard m'est parfaitement étranger, j'y lis un mélange de peur mystique et de crétinerie transcendantale ; assis sur un banc en face de voitures à tunning crachant du son Alpine, des jeunes écoutent du Raï and B (histoire de faire « français » et pas ricains) en empilant des molards vitreux sous leurs semelles.
Devant la porte d'entrée, un tas d'immondices en provenance de MacDo, de KFC et du primeur local, peaux de bananes et épluchures de cacahuètes composant un tapis d'humus étrange. Une petite dame blanche accompagnée de son fils de dix ans, tente désespérément de rendre cet habitat vivable en ramassant au passage, trois barquettes de frittes égarées  pour les déposer méthodiquement dans la poubelle. Une fois rentrée dans l'immeuble, un jeune balance les restes de son chawarma devant la vitre du sas.

Nous gravitons la tour Est, escalier B en traversant un couloir de boîtes aux lettres surchargées de patronymes maghrébins émergeant parfois de tags délavés.
Putain quelle odeur de pisse!, l'effet est immédiat, j'ai envie de pleurer, cette sensation augmente en pénétrant dans l'ascenseur. On me conseille de ne pas m'appuyer sur la paroi en acier brossé, dont les traces verticales couleur rouille m'indiquent que le matériaux est aussi réactif que du papier PH coloré par l'urine.
Arrivés au douzième étage, nous avons le choix entre la porte décorée d'une sourate en arabe ou la porte surchargée de stickers de la Mecque et de la kaaba.
Nous croisons un couple d'ouvriers français retraités d'une gentillesse exquise, ceux que le Système se plaît à dépeindre comme d'horribles fachos racistes. Nous leur demandons si Konaré habite ici. Ils nous répondent que sa troisième femme réside en face de chez eux au dixième, mais que Konaré habite dans la tour Ouest avec sa seconde femme.

L'escalier C est déjà occupé par une vingtaine de personnes attendant leur tour pour exprimer leurs condoléances ou pour s'inviter à manger. soixante dix personnes en tout issues de seulement trois familles, certains apprennent qu'ils sont apparentés, parce que leur père a eu des enfants avec sa propre cousine germaine, ou qu'un demi-frère a été marié avec sa sœur avant qu'il ne prenne une quatrième femme.
J'arrive non sans mal à atteindre le point névralgique de la maison, et m'installe par terre à côté de deux barbus en boubous équipés de keffiehs. L'un lit le Coran interactif téléchargé sur son iPhone, l'autre profère des bénédictions non-stop suivies de réponses scandées toutes les dix secondes par l'assemblée.
Des femmes nous apportent des bassines en plastique remplies de riz gras et de jus de mouton. Par petits groupes de cinq, nous mangeons de la main droite en disant hamdoulah toutes les une minute trente environ. Dès qu'une fille surgit de la cuisine pour faire le service, au moins un type s'enquière de savoir  à qui elle est mariée. J'ai l'impression d'être en face de bergers soucieux d'acquérir de nouvelles chèvres.

J'apprends que tout ce beau monde vit des allocations familiales ramenées par leurs multiples épouses. Chacun étant propriétaire de dix à douze enfants, et que leurs femmes bénéficient chacune d'un logement attribué par la mairie. Il est d'usage en France de croire que les Africains polygames  vivent sous le même toit que leurs concubines. C'est absolument faux. Chacune doit pouvoir bénéficier d'une relative autonomie matérielle susceptible de traduire la puissance financière de leur mari. Avec le jeu des allocs, le principe est bien évidemment faussé d'un point de vu de la force de travail, mais la manne est bien réelle. La France consent donc, je le répète, à offrir un logement particulier à chaque femme d'un africain polygame installé sur son territoire. Les allocations sont en revanche capitalisées par l'homme, qui redistribuera une somme ridicule à ses compagnes. L'objectif étant de réunir assez d'argent pour célébrer  à terme un nouveau mariage, et faire éventuellement venir d'Afrique une nouvelle épouse toujours plus jeune.
ça discute pas mal, Abdallah raconte à son voisin que l'argent de la caf lui sert à construire une maison à Bamako qui lui permettra de loger sa quatrième femme, qui a vingt ans. Moussa quant à lui a eu des problèmes à la Préfecture. Il a déclaré que la sœur de sa femme était également sa femme, cette dernière est donc sommée de quitter le territoire sous trente jours. Pourtant elle refuse, « ils vont penser quoi de moi en Afrique si j'y retourne », « les gens y croient là que j'ai une bonne situation en France deh, ils vont se moquer de moi si je reviens et que je n'ai rien, je reste ». Abibatou s'est donc planquée chez une cousine en attendant de se faire oublier.

Et ces histoires durent à n'en plus finir, Malek, Oumar, Tariq et leurs problèmes de bonnes femmes et de thunes, de rivalités entre co-épouses, de planifications maritales dans le plus pur style endogame,  de problèmes d' handicapes de leurs enfants issus d'unions consanguines (de la sorcellerie selon eux) je suis au bord de l'écœurement, ce n'est pas la France, ce n'est pas possible, ces types installés pour certains depuis les années 60 et vivant dans une sphère communautaire totalement hermétique à leur pays d'accueil (sauf concernant la caf), régis par l'Islam maraboutique et le diktat de l'esprit grégaire du trou du cul du village subsaharien. J'entends tout de même que l'Afrique sous l'administration française coloniale était bien plus agréable, l'école et l'hôpital y étant performants et gratuits. J'en conclue qu'ils viennent chercher en France l'Afrique française d'avant la décolonisation, cet empire colonial présenté comme un enfer par les Indigènes de la République et les élites prédatrices du Tiers-monde.

Je continue à m'interroger sur la Chance que ces populations est censée constituer pour notre pays, mais franchement je ne vois pas, devant le réel, tout le baratin du vivre ensemble, et les fadaises d'un Islam français ne tiennent pas une seconde la route. Les faits sont têtus et il convient de demander aux défenseurs acharnés de ces populations, s'il est décent d'imposer aux français cette cohabitation, sans exiger de ces Africains, une contrepartie nécessitant de laisser au vestiaire de la zone de débarquement, ces boubous imprégnés du sous-développement le plus crasse.

Publié dans Uncategorized | Mots-clefs : Afrique, Augustin Legrand, Bobos de merde, clandestin, Islam, Josyane Balasko, Les Enfans de Don Quichotte
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Peter

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Aug 10, 2010, 12:36 PM Last Edit: Aug 10, 2010, 12:58 PM by Peter
... and the translation into English.


Monday, August 09, 2010
Time to Leave -- France Is Lost

by Baron Bodissey

Alibekov #1

Our French correspondent Robert Marchenoir has compiled a report based on a translated blog post by a disaffected Muslim, and has added his own commentary.


Time to leave -- France is lost
by Robert Marchenoir

Alibekov has had just about enough. This 30-year-old conservative blogger, French-born, newlywed, with a good university education, has just decided to turn his back on his home country, where his grandparents hid Jews during the Second World War. He has almost completed his immigration papers for Canada. He is leaving soon. Next step, possibly: the United States.

After university, Alibekov lived and worked for six years in Africa. He returned home a short while ago to the Paris region. What he saw horrified him. Last June, he filed this post on his blog, Bouteille à l'Amer, which he shares with his friend Memento Mouloud. All the facts in the following eyewitness report are genuine, he told me -- only the names have been changed:

   First of all, let us extend a warm welcome to Abiba. She has just arrived from Cameroon, thanks to a tourist visa her husband got her by bribing some official. Abiba plans to give birth in France. She expects the authorities will be kind enough to grant her legal residency status, because of her child. She will spend one or two years in low-cost hotels, moving from time to time. [The government will pick up the bill -- translator.] After that, the happy family will be granted a city council flat by the social services, on the grounds of her being a single mother. They will also provide her with a job, so she can pay part of the rent.

   This valuable advice has been passed on to her by her aunt, who has been living in France for five years. Her aunt had received it previously from a cousin, who has been living in France for ten years.

   We are headed for the district of Seine-Saint-Denis, in order to attend a funeral in an African family.

   [Seine-Saint-Denis is a district adjacent to the northern limit of Paris proper. The first bishop of Paris, Saint Denis, was buried there in the 3rd century. French kings have been buried in the basilica of the town of Saint-Denis since the 7th century. The ill-famed district, also known by its administrative number, "the 93rd", is nowadays one of the most heavily populated by immigrants.]

   We reach high-rise concrete buildings, planted next to some wasteland. I am immediately reminded of The Dormant Beast, [the sci-fi comic book] by Enki Bilal: an apocalyptic landscape, repulsively filthy, and an out-of-this world population.

   Bearded men with moronic looks, dressed as if they were in Islamabad, come out from nowhere, huddling together. I try to catch their eyes, but their gaze remains perfectly alien to me. All I can see in it is some sort of mystical fear, mixed with unfathomable stupidity.

   Alibekov #2Slouching on a bench next to tuned-up cars with blaring stereos, some youngsters listen to "Raï and B" music (so as to assume a "French" identity, as opposed to an American one). They dutifully proceed to create a tapestry of glistening spit to stamp their feet on.

   Next to the front door lies a heap of refuse originating from the local McDonald's, KFC, and grocery store. Banana peels and peanut shells degrade into a strange form of humus.

   A diminutive white lady, followed by her ten years-old son, makes a desperate effort to keep the place bearable: while on her way, she stoops to pick up three discarded bags of French fries, and throws them in the bin where they belong. As soon as she walks into the lobby, a youngster dumps his uneaten shawarma right in front of the glass door.

   We proceed towards the Eastern building, staircase B. The corridor is flanked by mail boxes with Arab names, sometimes barely emerging from under fading graffiti.

   [Expletive omitted.] The stench of urine is suffocating. Tears come instantly to my eyes. It gets worse as we set foot in the elevator. I am advised to stay clear of the steel sides. Once polished, they are now stained with vertical streaks of rust. It seems the elevator's walls react to urine as swiftly as pH test paper.


   On the twelfth floor, we are faced with a choice: one door is adorned with Koranic verses, the other with photographs of Mecca and the Kaaba. We run into a couple of retired French blue-collar workers of exquisite kindness. Just the type of people the System would describe as loathsome racists and fascists. Does Konaré live nearby? Well, they say, his third wife actually lives just opposite to them on the tenth floor; however, Konaré himself lives in the Western building with his second wife.

   Staircase C is already chock-full with twenty-odd people waiting their turn to pay their respects -- or to get a free meal. Seventy individuals altogether have gathered at the place, coming from three families only. Some of them learn on the spot that they are relatives, because their father had children with his own cousin, or because some half-brother married his sister before wedding wife number four.

   I elbow my way through to the strategic centre of the house, and I sit on the floor. Next to me are two bearded men, wearing boubous and keffiyehs. One is browsing an interactive Koran on his iPhone. The other keeps peppering the crowd with non-stop blessings. The assembly responds in kind every ten seconds.

   Women bring in plastic basins full of greasy rice, soaked in mutton juice. We assemble around them by groups of five, and help ourselves with our right hand, chanting "hamdoullah" roughly every minute and a half. Each time a girl comes out of the kitchen to tend the mourners, at least one guy asks whom she is married to. I feel I am in the middle of a group of shepherds anxious to buy a few more goats.

   I am informed that each member of this happy crowd lives off the child benefits granted by the state to their multiple wives. Each man owns ten to twelve children. Each wife has her own flat assigned to her, courtesy of the city council. Most Frenchmen think polygamous Africans share their lodgings with their different wives. This is absolutely wrong. The whole point is for each wife to benefit from a certain degree of material autonomy. This, in turn, shows the financial power of the husband. Welfare benefits, of course, pervert this principle, since the husband does not need to work anymore. But the wives still get the money. Let me say this once again: France hands out a city council flat to each wife of a polygamous African living in the country. It is the man, however, who collects the state benefits, of which he gives back a tiny amount to his women.

   The goal is to save enough money for a new wedding, which may well involve a bride plucked directly out of Africa -- usually a younger one.

   People mingle and chatter. Abdallah tells his neighbour that, with the money from the child benefits, he is currently building a house in Bamako for his fourth wife, who is twenty years old.

   Moussa is worried. He made the mistake of telling the Préfecture that his wife's sister was, well, also his wife. Therefore, the police warned Abibatou that she would have to leave the country within a month. She refuses. "What will my folks think of me, back in Africa, if they see me return? They believe I have a good situation in France. If I go back with my hands empty, they will make a fool of me. No way. I'm staying here." So Abibatou moved to a cousin's place, and is trying to evade the authorities.

   An endless string of such stories is exchanged. Malek, Oumar, Tariq... Their worries about women, money, jealousy between wives, weddings among cousins, children born handicapped due to inbreeding... (they believe it is because of sorcery).

   I feel nauseous. This is not France. I cannot believe it. Some of those guys have been settled here since the 1960's, and they still live within their own closed community, totally impervious to their host country -- except when welfare benefits are concerned -- ruled by Islamic superstition and by the tribal mores of the remotest African villages.

   And I do not mean Africa under the French colonial rule, which was much more liveable. Schools and hospitals, at least, were functional and free. One has to infer that they immigrate in France in order to find Africa as it was before the French empire, which is depicted in horrible terms by corrupt Third-World leaders and by immigrant lobbies such as Indigènes de la République. [An Islamo-Marxist outfit, whose leader, Houria Bouteldja, made an infamous pun on television: she forged the word "Souchiens" as a replacement to "Français de souche", which is the way the anti-immigrant crowd describe themselves, meaning "the aboriginal French". However, Bouteldja said "French" Muslims used to call the French "souchiens", obviously trying to convey the real meaning of "sous-chiens", underdogs. We know the unclean status the dog holds in Islam.]

   I am trying hard to figure out what opportunity these immigrants might represent for our country. But faced with reality, I am at a loss to make something out of all that sweet talk about multiculturalism. Theories about "a French breed of Islam" are wishful thinking. Facts are facts, and it is the burden of die-hard immigration lobbyists to explain to us why it would be legitimate to impose such a presence to the French people, without, at the same time, imposing on African immigrants, as their part of the deal, a requirement to abandon upon arrival at the airport their boubous dyed in the worst of what the underdeveloped world has to offer.


From his post, you can guess that Alibekov has had his fair share of "racism" and "Islamophobia" indictments thrown at him. Whenever this occurs, he reaches for a small black box in his right pocket, and lays it on the table in front of him. It's his own tactical nuclear weapon. He presses the big red button, and...

-- My wife is a black Muslim African.

If his adversary still moves, or mumbles, he reaches for his left pocket, and out comes another small black box. He presses the big red button, and...

-- I'm a Muslim myself.

-- Whaaat?...

Now, I'm sure this is banned by the Geneva convention. Then again, everybody has the right to argue his case.

"I'm a cultural Christian, although I don't go to church", Alibekov explained me. "But my in-laws blackmailed me into converting to Islam, otherwise they would keep harassing my wife".

So he just decided to go through the motions. He does not believe a word of what he said, and his African family does not care: as long as he said the words, he's a Muslim to them.

Alibekov #3 -- weapons trafficked in the French suburbsYou cannot sing sweet nursery rhymes about the goodness of African multiculturalism to Alibekov. He has been there, he has lived for two years in areas where civil war was rife, and he has nice stories of his own to tell you: how he saw a warrior wearing a necklace of penises sliced off the enemy; how he took pictures of some other fighters eating the limbs of people they had just killed; how, in some parts of Africa, thieves are punished by ramming a three-inch nail into the top of their skull (they survive -- as human legumes; and as living lightning rods).

You also get the sense, through his writings, that he has a real fondness for Africa. But it does not mean he likes France being turned into an African province.

And neither does his African wife.

"She was aghast when she first set foot in France", says Alibekov. "She told me: why, this is Africa!"

(Note that the -- white -- prefect Paul Girod de Langlade was summarily dismissed by the Interior minister when he said just that in front of some black private security employees, while in transit in a Paris airport in August 2009; he was also convicted of racial abuse and ordered to pay a €1,500 fine.)

"My wife also asked me, with no irony at all, whether black people were exempted from paying in public transport, when she saw the extent of the fraud taking place in ethnic enclaves.

"Every day, in greater Paris, we stumble upon people we met in Africa. They have just arrived on the back of a one-month tourist visa, and they are determined to stay permanently. I regularly get calls from Africa, telling me that Youssouf, Sissoko, or Yaya will test his luck by handing $4,500 dollars under the table for a visa, and that I will probably see him soon somewhere in the suburbs of Paris. I always do.

"By the way, my African friends who have an education or a job stay at home. The ones we see coming here are cleaning ladies, 'musicians', soon-to-be 'single mothers', so-called 'businessmen' who will end up selling peanuts on the pavement..."

Personal history and political analysis are interweaved in Alibekov's decision to emigrate.

"Because I live in the Paris area, I have been in constant contact with immigrants. Since the age of twelve, I have been racially insulted fifteen times ('filthy white', 'little Frenchy', 'little piggy'.). I was assaulted several times (always by five or seven to one)."

Almost off-handedly, while discussing with a reader in the comment section of his blog, he mentions that "the number of girls [he knew] during his studies who were gang-raped by black youths, is staggering".

"Despite the evidence of the political disaster since the mid-seventies" he thinks, "dissidents will never be tolerated within the mainstream media. The only possible action is a form of semi-underground lobbying. I recently held a discussion with some friends and colleagues to test their limits. I realise that the law of silence still prevails. To my great astonishment, the psychological barrier is still there. Maybe people just fear being branded as Nazis if they agree with you."

"The way things are going, whether in the workplace or because of the schizophrenia of the society at large, any country will be better than this one. My university friends who emigrated to the United States or Canada regularly encourage me to join their dream where work is rewarded, and civic virtue is promoted. France is lost. The only future it has in stock for our generation of graduates is spelled in four letters: S-M-I-C [the French acronym for the minimum wage]."

Oh, and by the way: Abiba, the "single mother" from Cameroon, has just disappeared into the woodwork. Nothing to worry about: her one-month tourist visa has now expired. She has only gone into stealth mode.

            
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FP

That whole Greater France ideal promoted in the 30s-50s sure is workin well for them!

Captain Courageous

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Aug 10, 2010, 03:57 PM Last Edit: Aug 10, 2010, 04:08 PM by Captain Courageous
This was profoundly disturbing to read. Those damn travel shows sure as hell don't show you these new ghettos.

Geert Wilders sounded the alarm on September 25th of last year. [Did he get convicted?]

Geert Wilders Warning to America Part 1 of 2

Geert Wilders Warning to America Part 2 of 2


neoteny

Quote from: Wikipedia
[Wilders] believes that there is a ruling elite of parliamentarians who only care about their own personal careers and disregard the will of the people.


This makes him an open enemy of the powers-to-be...
The spreading of information about the [quantum] system through the [classical] environment is ultimately responsible for the emergence of "objective reality." 

Wojciech Hubert Zurek: Decoherence, einselection, and the quantum origins of the classical

Captain Courageous

I believe they tried to jail him for his speeches.

PaulGuelph

In Canada, this video could result in prison time.  :rolle:
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Peter

[urlhttp://canadafreepress.com/index.php/article/26453=]Security officials are afraid to look out for our safety[/url]
By David Harris  Wednesday, August 11, 2010

When government ministers decide to sound ministerial, the result can be a strange mixture of decisive sounds and ambiguous noises. You could hear it during John Baird's shambolic finale as transport minister, when he struggled with security checks of face-veiled air passengers.

"One hundred per cent of people must be verified at the gate," Baird declared. "There is one law for all."

It seems like straightforward government policy. But is it?

Sadly, there is a troubling ambiguity hidden in the government's approach. To understand why it matters, remember the background--including the hidden background--of this episode.

Despite a burgeoning bureaucracy and millions spent monitoring aviation screening, it took a smudgy YouTube video to awaken the government to the fact that face-veiled passengers appeared to be bounding onto planes without necessary security checks. The tentative verdict: Some airport security staff, confronted by unco-operative masked travellers or their male handlers, simply give up and allow boarding without face identification.
Veiled passengers disparaged "simpleton Canadians"

YouTube revelations led to more disclosures. Respected Middle East scholar, Daniel Pipes, witnessed beveiled folk--whether male or female, he couldn't tell--swanning unchallenged through Canadian boarding controls. A former U.S. Special Forces soldier reportedly saw arrogant face-veiled women "harangue" and threaten a screener with lawsuits for daring to ask to see their faces in a private room. The screener caved, let them pass, and was humiliated with laughter from the victorious women who--in Arabic--disparaged "simpleton Canadians."

"Simpleton Canadians?" Quite so. For this fiasco makes a farce and fraud of Canadian jurisdiction, no-fly lists, security regulations--and ministerial declarations. Indeed, increasing numbers of Canadians, such as Muslim Canadian Congress founder Tarek Fatah, find the situation "disgraceful and alarming." Fatah is not far off when he says that no covered person has any business being within an airport's perimeter, let alone getting a free pass onto a plane.

So now Baird's successor, Chuck Strahl, must play catch-up with the belated promise to identify all passengers. But the real question is, how?

Fatah says that security-system failures can be ascribed to the cowardice of those involved in the system, from small fry at the gate, to big fish at the top of the government and airline bureaucratic-political food chain. Some of these people worry about the career and personal implications of enforcing the law and challenging radicals. They dread concocted "racist" or "anti-Muslim" smears, and are haunted by the spectre of overactive human rights commissions and courts.

Unfortunately, the same conflict-averse, self-serving surrenderers may well be the very people who will review past failures and approve future measures. This has troubling implications that go to the heart of Charter rights and Canadian values.
Submission to the Saudi-style sharia Islamic sensitivities

How? In submission to the Saudi-style sharia Islamic sensitivities that seem to have driven some screening supervision, expect officials to set up male-exclusion zones in airports for the purpose of identifying "niqabis." And expect only females to be authorized for this official work, with hiring practices to mirror the gender-apartheid sensibilities involved. Our tax and travel dollars would thus fund sharia and stealth jihad by the back door.

Before the curtain came down on Baird, he had suggested--subject to review by the same department that presided over this dangerous collapse of air safety--that separate, sharia-screening systems will not happen. But even if the new transport minister repeats these assurances, they will be unreliable. This is because aspects of screening are shared between government and private-sector airlines, airlines that may have their eyes on fundamentalist air-transport markets. Moreover, there is precedent for concerns that government itself is an unreliable ally in the fight against "sharia-subversion" and the Islamizing of important public functions.

One precedent is the debate three years ago about possible "veiled voting." Virtually all federal parties expressed convincing concerns about face-veiled women in polling stations. But eager not to alienate immigrant voters, government and other politicos ultimately downloaded the matter to Elections Canada. In doing so, they knew full well that agency bureaucrats regarded face-veiled voting as acceptable.

Worse, these politicians had good reason to believe that Elections Canada would "accommodate" masked females with government-provided, female-staffed male-banned poll station zones in the best sharia tradition. Indeed, the potential for inappropriate political responses was made clear in 2007 when Muslim colleagues and I testified before a parliamentary committee looking into masked voting. To our surprise, even ostensible progressive NDP committee MP, Paul Dewar, seemed to suggest Morocco--of all places--as a model for Canadian face-veiled voting procedures.

As Chuck Strahl's air-screening review begins, citizens must keep a sharp eye on any politicians, bureaucrats and airline officials whose propensity to compromise cherished values could continue to undermine air passenger safety, and gender and other constitutional guarantees.

In these and other respects, Canadians must remember that they are the country's first and last line of defence. This means putting to work all proper means to force our political bosses, corporations and their employees to do the right thing. Necessary measures may include recourse to criminal and civil law, calls for disciplinary employment sanctions, demands for review and suspension of airport and airline licences, and boycotts of airports and airlines. And, of course, cashiering political and bureaucratic operators who put self before safety and country.

The present course is unsustainable in a dangerous world and unworthy of Canada's values and traditions. The political class seems to have faltered, and Canadians must come to their own rescue.

A lawyer with 30 years in intelligence affairs, David Harris is director of the intelligence program INSIGNIS Strategic Research Inc. He has consulted with intelligence organizations in Canada and abroad and served with the Canadian Security Intelligence Service in 1988-90.
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"Simpleton Canadians?" Quite so. For this fiasco makes a farce and fraud of Canadian jurisdiction, no-fly lists, security regulations--and ministerial declarations. Indeed, increasing numbers of Canadians, such as Muslim Canadian Congress founder Tarek Fatah, find the situation "disgraceful and alarming." Fatah is not far off when he says that no covered person has any business being within an airport's perimeter, let alone getting a free pass onto a plane.

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Fatah says that security-system failures can be ascribed to the cowardice of those involved in the system, from small fry at the gate, to big fish at the top of the government and airline bureaucratic-political food chain. Some of these people worry about the career and personal implications of enforcing the law and challenging radicals. They dread concocted "racist" or "anti-Muslim" smears, and are haunted by the spectre of overactive human rights commissions and courts.


So it takes a Muslim politician to point out that the emperor has no clothes. Good for him.
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Apparently Rome had a huge amount of immigration. It was called "the epicenter of the world."


That is actually why Rome fell. Rome of 300AD was not the same Rome of Caesar's time. It had gradually changed of time to the point that it could no longer defend itself.  It had become the same as the countries it had invaded. Soldiers of Caesar's time fought in full armour. By the time Rome fell Roman soldiers fought in shirt sleeves.
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