“We are responsible for the hell that these kids are living in,” says Colombes official Camps-Voqeur.

This is what happens when immigration policies ignore social integration, when tribal paranoia spawns officially-sanctioned snobbery (under the guise of real-estate values, etc.) and creates ghettoes, and when the economy slips so that those on the fringes of the workforce are offered little hope. Humans are predatory animals. Give them these conditions and they will follow the script. Their behavior will justify Draconian law-enforcement measures which eventually can be used against anyone. "We can't just outlaw handgun ownership by Arabs, or Hispanics, or Blacks; we must outlaw it by all." Which of course shows you how shallow Democracy has become.

Of course the whole thing's premeditated, with a guile that rivals that of the Nazis in the '30s. But it's not the mixing of races that does this, it's their isolation in vast tracts of lookalike housing, each unit of which is a dungeon with low ceilings and paperthin walls so you can hear Jose next-door beating his pregnant-again wife every Friday night, and fat Maria screaming at her husband because he doesn't bring home enough money...or Ahmad berating his kids for disobeying the Koran while from the other side come the nighttime moans of old Fatima who is dying slowly from a disease only money will cure.

Every ethnic group and every individual has a predetermined role in this vast dismal drama. It's what we were born to do, right?

Faction Two is working from the stock market down. Eventually they will get around to your neighborhood and lay a wreath of olive and hyssop on Fatima's casket.

Meanwhile, the New World Order keeps on building fortresses with the stacked-up bodies of the Doomed-From-Birth. (Here, this one yet breathes. But statistically he'll be shot down in a drug war in another year or two. So just pile him on, and screw the pennies on his eyelids--I'll take them.) Just look how high it is. See, up past Grandma and Uncle Lou, that palisade? That's not for cannons, mind you. It's for the CNN cameras when they come to film the food riots.

Jesus wept. I don't weep. I drink.

You are lucky to be of mixed blood, Rixon. Mongrels are hardier than purebreds. Yes, even in England. Immune to all those neurasthenic disorders which affect the noble bloodlines like slow karmic curses. You should go have a few drinks with Mo al Fayad.

Kerosene, I'm thinking. Enough kerosene to wake the dead and dying. And to singe the doomed.

I dreamed George II was going to address the Nation last night. But he didn't. Meanwhile, they continue to stack bodies to protect their fortresses from the living.

Chenin Blanced,

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