It’s time to expectorate the backlog. Whether this train is in vain or rocking the casbah, we’re committed to death or glory.
The hideosities will commence with a wrong ’em boyo by our colleagues at Disney. This being a company unrecognizable to its founder, who is by now grave-spinning with greater velocity than the Hadron Collider. Though, contrary to theoretical physics, being showered by Higgs boson particles apparently inclines corporate executives toward even more overt forms of native antipathy. Because Americans workers were advised their jobs were so easy even Indians could perform them.
…these workers monitored computers in industrial buildings nearby, making sure millions of Walt Disney World ticket sales, store purchases and hotel reservations went through without a hitch. Some were performing so well that they thought they had been called in for bonuses.
Instead, about 250 Disney employees were told in late October that they would be laid off. Many of their jobs were transferred to immigrants on temporary visas for highly skilled technical workers, who were brought in by an outsourcing firm based in India. Over the next three months, some Disney employees were required to train their replacements to do the jobs they had lost.
“I just couldn’t believe they could fly people in to sit at our desks and take over our jobs exactly,” said one former worker, an American in his 40s who remains unemployed since his last day at Disney on Jan. 30. “It was so humiliating to train somebody else to take over your job. I still can’t grasp it.”
Let me assist you in that grasping. The rich in America have explicitly decoupled from their nation and disavowed any loyalty thereto. Perhaps you can cite a prominent exception to this observation, though we will return to that later. The long class détente was held by the mortar of mutual non-aggression. The rich enjoyed wealth, while proles enjoyed not being attacked by it. Though with the power in this relationship listing so precariously to one side, I suppose what is occurring now it was inevitable. It is not just the insolence of wealth that will creep out, but its rapaciousness. Whether antebellum planters replacing field hands with imported African slaves or the modern analogue of amerind helots and indian hessians, the rich simply can not maintain class decorum. And their own posterity will weep no less for it.
But sometimes labor supply simply can not maintain pace with demand. This appears to be the situation facing that secular liberal organization calling itself “The Catholic Church.” Straight to demographic hell.
A remarkable survey of the worldwide Catholic Church finds that the Vatican is fading in Europe, once its population base, and running so short of priests for U.S. churches that they are being imported from Africa and Asia.
Overall, CARA said that the global Catholic population has grown 57 percent since 1980, and for the first time tops 1.2 billion.
Africa is experiencing the biggest growth, up 238 percent since 1980 to 198 million. The Americas remain No. 1 with 598 million Catholics and a 56 percent growth from 1980-2012. Europe has experienced just 6 percent growth.
The authoritative center said that growth continents are running short of space and are seeing parish populations surge. But in Europe, home to many stunning churches, fewer are attending mass and parish populations are shrinking.
“The Church is currently undergoing a dramatic realignment due largely to these differential growth patterns. The parishes that served the Church for hundreds and hundreds of years are no longer closely aligned with the world’s Catholic population and certainly not its most frequently Mass attending populations. However, there is no giant crane that can pick up a parish from Europe and relocate it to Africa,” said CARA.
Let’s not allow the inadequacies of our giant cranes to thwart realignment initiatives. God helps replace the organizations that replace themselves. If deficient cranes can’t transplant parishes to Africa, then we’ll simply relocate writhing baskets of Africans to European parishes. Because there is no closer conduit to the heavenly father, whose word was refreshed only by the blood of Europeans, than through a billion African animists aping (so to speak) Christian liturgy. Though perhaps some prim New England parishioner will take solace in knowing that a formerly pagan Nigerian minister has draped himself in vestments to hoot about mortally ensorcelling his enemies while being borne about on a litter. It’s Christianity.
But look, there are greater concerns than those held by the mere creator of the universe…such as fighting racism and anti-Semitism. And that’s why London’s calling back Tony Blair into service.
Tony Blair will today announce he is taking up a new role heading an organization dedicated to fighting racism and anti-Semitism in Europe.
…last night it emerged that he is to become chairman of the European Council on Tolerance and Reconciliation, which encourages countries to ‘fight such evils as racism, anti-Semitism and xenophobia’.
It campaigns for European nations to pass laws to criminalise hate speech and Holocaust denial, provide funding for security at places such as synagogues and religious schools, and examine the causes of extremism.
Set up by former Polish president Aleksander Kwasniewski and Moshe Kantor, President of the European Jewish Congress, the group aims to carry out seminars for thousands of school and university students across Europe in the next two years – about tolerance and the role of religion in society.
I don’t much wonder if his struggles against racism and xenophobia will be carried to Israel. But one has to almost concede a sort of contemptuous admiration for men such as Tony Blair. No false notes of patriotism or first principles escape that flicking tongue. He simply, openly, serves masters aligned against his own people. Laws (even more?) against hate speech, denial of the holocaust while dreaming, and personal security details for every jew in Europe. Of course that admiration would be best expressed over the course of a proper trial for Blair. Something I pray for the longevity to witness.
Though in the meantime, we have to eat. And one of the career opportunities I am presently investigating is to not kill people. Of course not murdering your fellows was a civic service often provided pro bono in legacy America. But that was on the wrong side of history, like segregation. Here’s some background.
“We’re living in extreme times that call for extreme measures,” one council member said. Some wanted canine patrols. Others wanted surveillance cameras overlooking drug hot spots. But the city also did something substantially more extreme — and radical — than any of those measures.
The city gave the green light to a law-trained community activist who brought years of experience working with the chronically violent. His name was Devone Boggan. He wears fedoras, was once busted for selling drugs, and speaks of urban violence with such passion he shouts. And he had an idea so unusual — and so promising — that officials today travel from across the country to learn the model. It’s simple, he said. Pay people not to kill.
So what’s the spot price on spared honkies today?
That scene lent Boggan the credibility he needed to persuade dangerous residents, who were until then skeptical, to join his 18-month program, funded by private dollars and philanthropic donations. The pitch: leave behind violence, develop life skills, get treatment for anger management — and get paid. Participants are eligible to make anywhere from $300 to $1,000 per month, depending on how far they progress on what Boggan calls their “life map.” And if by the time the 18 months are up, and Boggan think they still need more support, they stay in the program for as long as it takes.
The results have been staggering. Sixty-eight men have participated in the program since June of 2010, and 64 are still alive. Fifty-seven haven’t been shot since, and 54 have gone without an additional gun-related charge. Several have either gone back to school or gotten jobs. Those numbers reflected citywide trends. Between 2007’s count of 47 homicides and 2014, when only 11 homicides roiled Richmond, the murder rate has dropped 77 percent. So far this year, Boggan said, only three gang-related homicides have occurred.
Paying men to not kill people. I’d like to just reiterate that this is what we call progress. And while the results are reputedly staggering, they are less so than what I have achieved. Because of the 68 men falling into my personal or professional orbit since 2010, 68 are still alive. 68 haven’t been shot since, and 68 have gone without an additional gun-related charge. Several remain in the same job they held in 2010. Though their murder rate admittedly remains static from our pre-2010 non-payment program. Regardless, each of us have accrued a tidy sum by maintaining fidelity to our “life map.” Mine was “hate, not .38,” which resulted in a subsequent disqualification from eligibility for the full payment amount.
But to clarify the steps for staggering western progress: 1) import violent hostile aliens; 2) plead, cajole, and bribe them into a state of moderate-violence parasitism; 3) drink koka kola.