The head of Frontex, the EU’s border and coastguard agency, has said he doesn’t think it is really possible or desirable to keep migrants out of Europe. The Spectator‘s Lionel Shriver says this confirms her theory on why political elites constantly fail so utterly at controlling immigration, despite it being the downfall of governments across Europe: it’s due to a combination of ineptitude (they don’t know how) and what Shriver calls “pathological niceness”. Here’s an excerpt.
“To put it bluntly,” the Dutchman Hans Leijtens told an interviewer from Germany’s Die Welt, “nothing can stop people from crossing a border, no wall, no fence, no sea, no river. Sometimes it’s pretended that you can just put a lid on top of the bottle, and then the migration stops. But that’s a misconception.”
To paraphrase, the man since last spring in charge of securing Europe’s borders – the porousness of which has a direct knock-on effect on Britain’s small-boats problem – does not believe in the possibility of securing any border. It’s not hard to infer from that quote that our friend Hans does not believe it is possible to prevent so much as a single gatecrasher from entering the EU, or from entering any country, for that matter. Yet this is his job.
It’s as if you have just hired a fry cook to flip burgers, and though your new employee proves happy to accept a salary, he promptly declares that he will not be flipping any burgers because he does not believe there’s such a thing as a hamburger.
I regard that interview as one vote for fecklessness. Hans cheerfully throws up his hands. There’s nothing to be done. We can’t keep anybody out. We don’t know how. I imagine Hans must greatly enjoy his work, providing as it does so much leisure time.
Yet further on, the festively feeble Frontex exec tips his hand. “Who am I to condemn migrants?” he declares. “This talk of ‘stopping people’ and ‘closing borders’ can’t be our narrative all the time. My job is to strike a balance between effective border management and respect for fundamental rights.” Presumably, fundamental rights such as the inherent prerogative of everyone from everywhere in the world to live in your country because they don’t like theirs. Helpless Hans wants to address the whole European migration debate with “increased humanity, less fear of the unknown, less prejudice”.
“In other words,” says Shriver, “the head of Frontex has a vested interest in his absolute incapacity to keep anyone out of Europe because he doesn’t especially want to keep anyone out of Europe.”
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Protecting the language is absolutely crucial. They twist our language, they emasculate us all.
Now, Monsieur Macron, what about protecting the children from this evil cult? Is the whole subject going to be eradicated from the textbooks, too? S’il vous plait?
PS are you up to date with your
poisonous jabsCOVID vaccines?I am up to date with the mRNA ju-ju – I’m on to my 6th not having a jab.
This man is irrelevant except as an emblem and a nuisance but the attack on masculinity is very real and it is way deeper than just the legacy of demented Gallic philosophy from the 1960s percolating downwards. You look at photos from the 1970s when the sun was still yellow and you had men with deeply luxuriant hairy chests with a swagger in their movement. Incandescent with testosterone and not afraid to show it. These days if you are a man and you look at yourself naked in a full length mirror you might feel very sad but just remember that you are the victim and that monstrosity is a result of their tampering. Even in consumer goods, aftershaves like Brut 33 and Old Spice are pale spectres of their former selves. Even among Latin men it really has gone. Testosterone levels increase with exposure to certain frequencies in sunlight.
Brut and Old Spice as I remember separated the men from the boys.
Brut – splash it on all over – was the favourite of peripubescent boys (avoided having a bath), Old Spice for the more mature man old enough to grow a beard.
I somehow doubt that they are having the same battle over masculine and feminine nouns in the Arabic language.
That might be the only example from that region we can all support.
“Masculine Always Wins”: Macron Rebuffs Gender-Inclusive Language Reforms”
26000 quid on makeup a month! Ponce!
Multiculturalism is inviting the enemy in!
“Act in haste, repent at your leisure”
Thank Heaven for little girls/ For Little girls get gigger everyday/Thank heaven for Little Girls/They grow up in the most delightful way.———-I am singing it using my best French accent. ——–Yes thank heaven for girls and lets keep it that way. And let boys just be boys.
…and I’m now picturing you as a debonair Maurice Chevalier!!!😆
I am actually more of a “Saturday Nights alright for Fighting” type but Elton doesn’t have a French accent
Gender-neutral language is also racist. What Macron says applies to all romance languages, including Spanish, Portugese, Italian, Romanian, the languages spoken most in the world’s poorest countries. It’s wrong to pollute the languages most people speak by injecting left-wing propaganda. When you control the language you control the culture. Don’t allow it.
Only English is gender neutral – since about a thousand years ago – the languages you mention all have gender… masculine, feminine, neuter depending on which language.
Gender and sex are not the same thing, despite attempts to conflate them.
Words have gender due to grammar rules, sex – male and female – is due to Physics which determines biochemical reactions at the moment of conception.
The laws of Physics are immutable.
And the languages you mention belong to people of the same race – so cannot be racist.
Gender is pertinent ONLY in grammar – and there are three: masculine, feminine and neuter depending on the language.
In Humans there are two sexes, male and female. In speech these are identified by specific pronouns for males and females and for objects.
It’s very simple.
I choose which I use; nobody tells me which I must use.