There is an etiquette for every occasion. For instance, when a stranger with papers knocks on your door, you crack it with a bland salutation. When they ask if you’d like to purchase a magazine subscription, you politely say “no thank you.” And when they lunge past you while screaming demands for money, food, and accommodations, you reach for a firearm. None of this cultural choreography is in dispute.
That is until the perspective pans to a larger writ. And in that context of national homes, Emily Post demands the owner to fling open his doors, dispatch shuttles to collect other salesmen, and toss his children from bedroom windows to make space.
This gaping disparity between personal and public mores is eventually going to be reconciled. And, as this story suggests, it is as likely to occur in a manner that moistens more than just the palest cheeks.
Armed masked men around the Greek islands have been targeting migrant boats and turning them back, sometimes throwing their engines away, according to a
Sorry boys, it’s environmentally sustainable triremes only in Hellenic waters. So we’ll relieve you of that carbon-belching combustion engine. Do you have any idea how much this thing is impacting the Antarctic ice shelves? I can’t even.
Of course if this had been the reception to the migrant vanguard, the entire enterprise would have been quickly disincentivized. Though that would have left liberals without friction for their moral frottage. So European leaders chose instead to dissuade further encroachments through open border invitations, cash disbursements, and the promise of recumbent blonds. But those measures hardly kept anyone out at all. And it does get worse…
This follows witness claims of Greek border guards refusing asylum seekers entry.
So a witness claims to have seen a European border guard actually halt an alien in broad daylight? I assume the officer was promptly cashiered. Yet just what does a how-do-you-say-it “bor-der gard” do exactly? If their responsibility is to usher in aliens who might otherwise soil their loafers, I can see why refusing entry is cause for journalistic concern. Though maybe they are intended to function as pylons, keeping the tsunami in manageable lanes.
Regardless Europeans are advised their primary concern should be the fate of peripatetic levantine yachtsmen, and certainly not of their own countries and children. To hell with that.
Speaking to HRW, a 17-year-old Afghan refugee recounted how the passengers in the boat he was on had felt when they were captured by a boat containing five masked men in balaclavas carrying guns. Their rubber dinghy, filled to the brim with women and children, had set off from the Turkish shore at Assos headed for the Greek island of Lesbos.
They were intercepted 30 minutes into their journey. “At first when they approached, we thought they had come to help us,” Ali told HRW. “But by the way they acted, we realized they hadn’t come to help. They were so aggressive. They didn’t come on board our boat, but they took our boat’s engine and then sped away.”
Here’s a simple guideline to mitigate those awkward Mediterranean confabs: you do not get to swamp another man’s country, as you may not his home. This applies even when you–like a foraging hyena–just want to make a better life for yourself. Continuing disregard of this principle should be expected to result in escalating defensive efforts that will eventually make purloined engines look like rose bouquets.
And every Ali who ends up sleeping with the fishes will have those like Merkel to thank for the swim.