…is the correct response under these circumstances.
Steve Sailer writes:
Obviously from context, Trump’s “They’re rapists” does not mean, as often alleged, “They’re all rapists.” Instead, he’s raising the apparently excessively subtle question: “Why, with all the world to choose from, do we let immigrate any rapists?”
After all, the Harvard admissions office doesn’t feel satisfied if they hold their rapist admission rate down to the national average. America is the Harvard of immigrant destination countries, so why should it import problem people? (…)
Mexico, with its superb real estate (much of the country is at high enough altitude to enjoy a mild climate), is vulnerable to Americans simply inundating the place in pursuit of retirement and vacation homes. It always made more practical sense for American baby boomers desirous of cheap servants to retire to Mexico than to import millions of Mexicans into America.
But that largely hasn’t happened because life in Mexico isn’t attractive enough to many Americans.
In a book a half decade ago, Castañeda offered a long list of reforms that would make Mexico more appealing to American retirees, from lifting the ban on foreigners buying beachfront property to installing more traffic signals to make crossing the street less harrowing.
And who better to whine at us whatorourkeabout decorum and politeness when our country is being destroyed than the author of “Foreigners Around the World?”
Comments? “JOOOOOO!!!!”-y? How? But they’ll find a way, no doubt…
Alas for, well, this column, “three’s a trend,” not two. But having no such professional scruples, amateur journalists from Victoria to St. John’s gleefully reposted this photo of Ghomeshi and Trudeau looking chummy as shit, along with an #Elbowgate hashtag and cheeky “We’re feminists!” captions.
So bonus points to this guy, who unearthed this less familiar item (and potential alternative to syrup of ipecac) courtesy of Radio-Canada circa 2012:
Justin Trudeau telling fellow panelist Jian Ghomeshi that he’s handsome, and Trudeau’s wife egging him on to kiss Ghomeshi. I’m proud to say I don’t speak more than a dozen words in French, so I’m unable to report whether or not it was before or after that exchange that Justin smooched the openly gay host of the show on the lips. (All at taxpayers’ expense, natch.)
In desperation, the Times came up with a Sulzberger buddy, amazingly also a mincing rat of a fellow, one Steven Rattner, a dishonest little chap who is not allowed to deal in stocks and bonds because he was caught doing something not kosher about five or so years ago. Banned for life by the SEC, he appealed recently but was denied yet again. Rattner wrote bad things about Trump and his taxes, but forgot to mention that Trump is allowed to deal in the stock market, while Rattner is not. (…)
Last week I went to a Republican Party meeting on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. The people were all well dressed, affluent, and old—and to a man (and woman) they were all for Trump. I was amazed. I would have thought the effete Jeb Bush was their type. And for the first time I felt that Trump might have a chance to win the whole thing in November.
In The Spectator two weeks ago, Petronella Wyatt called him a social climber. She should know. Her old man was the biggest climber in the U.K.