I’m frequently disappointed in the quality of reason and rhetoric deployed by the destroyers of the West. It’s hardly unreasonable to say that a people who gave the world planes, cars, computers, modern medicine, and the Internet to complain about it all deserve exceptional sophistry in explaining why they should be replaced by sullen brown fruit pickers. But the sophistry they actually receive is exceptional only for its monotony.
One of more monotonous examples being the Nation of Immigrants canard. As I have mentioned before, it could just as well be observed with equal accuracy that Israel, Saudi Arabia, and Sudan are each a Nation of Genitals; founded by people with genitals; and thus any person in possession of genitals wields an incontrovertible claim on their land. This could be stated with no injury whatsoever to accepted liberal logic. Though for some reason it is not.
Like all inadequate sophistries, the immigrant one leans heavily on misplaced sympathies of the fearsomely credulous. The most common appeal to sympathy being the presumption that borders must be opened for those “fleeing war and poverty.” This phrase has been committed to pixels so often that I presume journos simply installed it as the new function of their “x” keys for sake of efficiency.
But why this fleeing-of-war-and-poverty should logically inspire open borders is never explained. And that omission isn’t unintentional. Because saying you may only have your country when the world is peaceful and prosperous is to say you may not have your country.
War, for one, is as endemic to the human condition as illness and frailty. There has been no moment in human history when either were not present. And so if “when war” is the time for yours to be theirs, then the time for yours to be yours is correspondingly never. It is to say the hospital you built must be available to foreigners only when they get sick. But war is actually the less offensive of this pairing.
“Fleeing poverty” is truly one of sophistry’s most lazy expedients. Given that practically the entire world lives in poverty by western standards, the cohort of humans potentially “fleeing” it is conveniently vast.
Of course poverty is a concept completely divorced from those taking flight from it. That is to say poverty is like a meteorological event, and certainly no consequence of the behaviors and abilities of those it pursues. An example being intelligent, industrious Africans who, for centuries, have had poverty alight upon their heads like a funnel cloud. What could they have done about it, after all?
It reminds me of the time I quit my job to chew khat on the street corner. Before I even realized it poverty was in hot pursuit! Obviously at that point I was obligated to move to Vienna and acquire taxpayer-funded room and board from the Austrian state. If you can think of any other plausible course of action, I’d like to hear what it would be.
Though if I may return to the hospital metaphor, offering the excuse of foreign “war and poverty” is like saying you’ll give a bed to everyone with “tuberculosis and itchy nuts.” Hey, my nuts are itching too! Well, we can’t morally keep you out of our ER then, can we?
Unfortunately you will note this gullibility goes completely unrequited. Just as unrequited as the social prohibition on “racism” and expectations of fair exchange and good faith. Because once the people fleeing war and poverty in your country grow sufficiently robust, then suddenly the ones fleeing war and poverty are you. And after your virtue has metastasized into favelas, to where will you flee?
Jacob Zuma calls for confiscation of white land without compensation
That’s not a fringe political bomb-thrower, but the actual sitting president talking. And he is fluently speaking the common tongue of non-whites in matters of land and tribe. Whether the Portuguese in Angola, the Rhodesians under Mugabe or the Pieds Noirs in Algeria who were curtly offered “the suitcase or the coffin,” deluded Westerners can count on being welcomed with open spear points by other countries once they have vaingloriously relinquished their own.
You know, one of life’s simplest pleasures is laughing at rationales for why you should immiserate yourself for the benefit of strangers who hate you. And fleeing war, poverty, and itching nuts are all about as comical as a man could ask.