One of the first things I do each morning is to make certain I am not attempting to violate the sovereign territory of a foreign country with the intent of extracting a lavish entitlement lifestyle from its social welfare system while sexually relieving myself in public venues via masturbation or assault. Though I am uncommonly disciplined, and such a regimen of arduous self-denial won’t appeal to everyone.
By appearance, it appeals to Africans the least.
There’s surely some mystical energy force at work in the level of presumption required to board a dinghy with the blithe and certain expectation that you will be saved, ferried, fed, and accommodated by sheer nonobligatory and unrequited foreign benevolence. It’s as if a man routinely leaped off the roof of a building because the downward elevator was too slow, since it’s the responsibility of a chinaman to catch him anyway. If this attitude can be captured in physical form, it will power man’s journeys through the cosmos.
But at the moment, it’s only able to power them to Rome.
Though even that can moisten cheeks in the event of miscalculations. Just as a guy too rushed to take the elevator needs to be certain he’s jumping in the direction of a sedge hat, so too must seafaring Sudanese be sure they are scuttling their boats in the range of preening white liberals. Sadly, in the video below, the hep me! hep me! I’m drowning because I intentionally jumped into the water! distress signal did not translate as effectively into Arabic.
Indeed while Africans were floating on their stomachs awaiting rescue, the Arab fishermen, who may have looked Italian but were very much not–as a coral snake looks like a king snake, with equally different mortality results–did precisely nothing.
Well, that’s not entirely true. One who appears to be manning the camera does quite a bit of pointing and jabbering, apparently remarking upon the many colorful varieties of Mediterranean rock fish off the port bow. Though his zoological commentary adds little to their buoyancy. The lesson, learned with finality for some, is when fishing for suckers, never paddle toward sharks.
The demise of these welfare voyagers is only mostly their own fault. Not at all blameless are Europe’s treasonous leadership, whose pompous open-door policy and Mediterranean ferry-service directly incentivized the behavior. In contrast, a conspicuously dangerous trip followed by certain and immediate removal would have quickly left a placid surface above Poseidon’s domain. And how the hell are we supposed to signal our virtue with that?
Of course few things are as virtuous as bobbing africans, civil unrest, and nation-wrecking. Thus why all are pursued by Euro-libs with such enthusiasm. That she has simultaneously marred the lives of both her own people, and those from foreign countries she cherishes far more is something Angela’s critics have not been reticent to mention.
Which leaves us with one most unfortunate fact of all: there’s never an Arab fisherman around when Merkel needs one.