“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.” 

It once sounded nice, but no more.

Thousands of African migrants clinging to rickety boats are trying to reach European shores every day.
They are yearning for the Promised Land.
In Europe they are told, everything will be better. You will be taken care of.

Who could resist that siren song? To reach that New Eden, migrants will pony up to $1500.00 per person to secure a place on an overcrowded, decrepit smuggling vessel.

Considering their wretched existence at home, it is understandable but the main question is how many of those people can Europe absorb without endangering itself?
Most of the European countries are already struggling to provide for their own people… how can they deal with the additional burden of clothing and feeding these new-impoverished masses?

Giving asylum to all these people would seem politically correct, but it is in fact pathetically incorrect.

What kind of life awaits those people in Europe?
Most of them are uneducated and don’t speak any other language than their own.
What do they expect to find on the continent?
A job? Fat chance.
It is already difficult for diploma-laden nationals to find a job, what prospect does a migrant have to find one?

It sounds callous, but charity begins at home.
European countries are already struggling with high unemployment and high taxes. How are they going to provide for the newcomers?
Additional taxes? Tell this to the Greeks, the Italians, the French…

And while newly arrived migrants might be relatively satisfied with their new condition, they will be invariably exploited. Their children will grow resentful and will become prime recruitment material for terrorist groups.
If you have not already noticed, most of the western jihadists are children of Muslim immigrants.

It is imperative to put an end to this kind of trafficking that benefit only smuggling criminals.

It sounds heartless, but if nothing is done, European democracies will crumble and hasten the rise of the Extreme Right (which is already flourishing).
Next, swastikas will be paraded in the street and “undesirables” will be hunted down.
Doesn’t this sound eerily familiar?

I fully realize that all the above is not piously correct, but that’s the way I see it.

Alain

Today, to be a pop “diva” you need to be outrageous. Outrageous, scandalous, temperamental and egocentric. And show a lot of skin.
Talent is optional. It is secondary to attitude, flash and glitz.
Nowadays, it seems that “singing” is just a lame excuse for exhibitionism.

In showbiz’s sex-saturated environment, a woman feels compelled to strip to a bare minimum to be noticed, and loose boobs are popping up everywhere.

What is the fuss about women’s breasts anyway? Contrarily to what children were told, (and unlike an eclipse) it won’t impair your vision even when you stare at them.
I have gazed at my share of boobs and I still can see pretty clearly.

If men can flaunt their pecs on the beaches (or anywhere else), I don’t see why women could not do the same thing without attracting undue attention.

What prompted the initial covering up must have been the old Christian bugaboo about the Original Sin. Some religious hogwash concocted by some misogynous hermit.
What did Eve or lamebrain Adam know about sin anyway? They were just babes in the woods and they did what came naturally.

But times have changed.

Once morality’s Public Enemy Number One, bare boobs are steadily losing their wicked aura.
It is a little bit like alcohol. During Prohibition it was thrilling to quaff the stuff. After ratification of the Twenty-first Amendment (repeal of prohibition), not so much.

It is said that familiarity breeds contempt. Take the Kardashians… after seeing Kim’s ass under so many different angles, everybody has become blasé about her caboose. Soon, due to overexposure she will have to find a different gimmick to stay in the limelight.

Same goes with boobs. Overexposure will kill the interest.
In sex-starved Muslim countries I can understand the titillation caused by a bit of skin, but in Hollywood’s Sodom and Gomorrah boobs are coming up for air more frequently than ever.
Soon nobody will give a damn and that’s the way it should be.

Boobs matter, but not that much.
Do not get your panties in a bunch over naked boobs. Soon they will be as common as tattoos on a gangbanger and nobody will blink an eye.

Alain

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I am not an expert on any particular subject but that does not prevent me from having my own opinions. And you form opinions by being curious and doing a lot of reading.
Good writing is the corollary of good reading.

I write mainly about trivia. About the scores of little vexations that confront us almost on a daily basis.
I try to be the little guy fighting the Machine.

Many people are much better writers than I am, but to me it is not a contest. It is more like therapy. Because it feels liberating to vent, to release bottled up emotions.
I always said that it is better to vent peacefully (with words) than violently (with guns) because “The word is mightier than the sword.”

I write about what I have experienced. Often emphasizing the absurd to make a point. Irony, sarcasm has more bite than crude insults.

I write about how I feel regarding certain events or people. For instance, I find the picture of the woman posing next to the giraffe she just shot absolutely repulsive.
I would be ashamed to pose next to any murdered animal.

Hunting is not a sport. It is a massacre. What is the glory of shooting defenseless animals with high-powered riffles? I wouldn’t mind that much if “hunters” would confront animals on equal terms.
As a matter of fact, I would rather enjoy the sight of an unarmed hunter confronting a large buck.

I am also a big proponent of writing complaint letters.
If you feel that you have been treated unfairly anywhere, write a letter to set things straight.
A phone call is practically useless, but a letter (a paper trail) can do wonders for you.

The secret of being heard is to be polite and factual.
Insults or threats have absolutely no place in such a letter. Good grammar and utmost politeness are the key to success.
Grammar is important because people have a tendency (especially in Europe) to judge you by the way you dress (or write).

Writing is also a way of crystalizing your thoughts.
Often you are unable to control what comes out of your mouth and before you realize it you have made an irretrievable booboo.
“If it’s a legitimate rate, the female body has ways to try to shut that whole thing down.” Todd Akin (R-Mo).
Too late, you said that halfwit!

When you write (and before you publish your piece) you have plenty of time to correct your story and should read, reread and read again what you just wrote.

Anybody can write. It just takes a little discipline and a lot of patience.
Write, it is therapeutic!

Alain