IRISH TAOISEACH LEO VARADKAR REVEALS POPULATION REPLACEMENT SCHEME.

It was a week with quite a few ominous signs for those of us with cream-colored faces. Before I go any further, I'd like to point out to readers not belonging to that club that if you have noticed I'm going down that route, it's rather by outward design than by my own choice. I remember the days when I was barely aware of my being white. As a student in Ghent in the early eighties, among my fellow students and acquaintances there was a Vietnamese, Moroccans, a Congolese (or at least a subsaharan African), and others. I mingled as freely with them as if they were chaps from under the church spires in the villages adjacent to mine.

Many years of leftist fuckwads screaming racism and white supremacy have left their mark though. Maybe it was never their intention that they would actually make us more aware of what we are, and Burke's Law of Unintended Consequences is at work here. Or maybe it was their intention all along, instilling hatred among different groups just because the left thrives on conflicts.

Either way, even if it had been the latter, I still might not have identified as White per se.

HOWEVER...

... I have noticed that where I subconciously somewhat hoped that people of other races would not fall for the leftist ploy to sow division among brown, white, black, red and yellow ... there seem to be too many cases where exactly that is the case. Even worse, significant subgroups of other races seem to eagerly embrace the idea of whitey being pitted against all the rest. In my darker moments, I sometimes muse that they are longing for some global 'Day of Reckoning' against the race that gave the world the automobile, aeroplane, computers and space ships, amongst others. Why, in the week that was, there was the African-American twats doing yoga in Costa Rica while 'taking a break from Whites'. There was the South African government announcing the seizing of land without compensation from White farmers. And, perhaps most ominous of all, the revelation that the new Irish PM, a Leo Varadkar, son of an Indian immigrant and an Irish nurse, intends to move 1 million Third Worlders to Eire in a barely disguised Population Replacement experiment.

And so, whether I like it or not, I do indeed find myself sliding towards a position where it's 'so you really wanna play that game??? Oooo-kay, you'll get what you want. I'm in'.

As for the example I mentioned above, the Irish had it coming, what with their recent warming up to loony lefty dadas. Be careful what you wish for, I says. Though in fairness, Varadkar the gay multiculti pantywaist was never elected by the people to be their taoiseach. Instead, it was the top brass creeps of Fine Gael putting him in the PM post, a top brass that, having fanatically pushed for gay marriage and normalizing abortion, gave the distinct impression of wanting to be even more fashionable than the self-hating, non-replicating, gay-smitten, gaia-worshipping continental leftozoids.


Via Breitbart, 24 FEB 2018:

"The Irish government has been slammed for paying journalists to write good news stories about Project Ireland 2040.

Unveiled by the government last week with a commitment to spend €116 billion, the document outlines plans to boost the Irish nation’s 4.7 million population by another million using mass migration.

The government’s strategic communications unit paid for sponsored “news pieces” to appear in national and regional newspapers promoting Ireland 2040, which “could not include negative or critical content”, The Times reported on Friday.

Speaking in the Irish parliament, or Dáil, opposition leader Micheál Martin branded the government’s use of the media to promote its scheme “ethically dubious”.

“The blurring of the lines is genuinely worrying from a parliamentary democracy point of view,” he said.

“The Taoiseach will say he is promoting the government, but the dogs on the street know he is using taxpayers’ money to promote Fine Gael politically.”

Project Ireland 2040 has been slammed on social media as a “pyramid scheme” to enrich investors by adding consumers at taxpayers’ expense, and as a globalist programme to “replace” the native population.

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The government has also come under attack for plans to open a centre for 115 asylum seekers in a heritage town home to one of Ireland’s oldest traditional festivals.

Local media reports that on Friday a public meeting called to discuss the plans was attended by more than 100 concerned locals, many of whom argued the town of just 300 residents lacks the services needed to cater for so many new arrivals.

Mass migration from the third world has been a controversial topic in recent months, with reports that gangs of teenagers of African origin are terrorising locals across Dublin.

The criminal youths are “wreaking havoc” throughout the capital, according to police, who say the offences “[range] from shouting and intimidating old people in large groups to assaulting and robbing people of all ages, often with deadly weapons such as large knives.”

We have reported here earlier on criminal Nigerian gangs wreaking havoc in Dublin, or the nice African customs Irish landlords have to get used to.

Along comes Leo Varadkar with his snake oil, promising that he will spread the multiculti enrichment and progress of which thus far the capital has been the main beneficiary, over all of Eire.


It can be posited with mathematical certainty that if this social engineering folly would be allowed to go forward as planned, Ireland will suffer a fate akin to Rhodesia and, soon, South Africa.

I've been three times to Ireland so far and I like the Irish (though as a people I find them somewhat of the navel-staring kind, but then all of us euros have our peculiarities).

I fell in love with Queen's View outside Killarney, munched a modest hiker's meal near the highest loch in the McGillycuddy Reeks, stood on top of Carrauntoohil, walked the holy grounds of Glendalough, marveled at the beauty of Powerscourt Castle and its breathtaking gardens, went up Lugnaquilla, enjoyed the summer sun and Riviera sand in Barley Cove, walked the streets in quaint Clifden, took pics of our son near the Alcock and Brown monument, enjoyed a barista's latte macchiato in Longford of all places, climbed Croagh Patrick and looked out over magnificent Clew Bay, visited Gallarus Oratory, Bantry House, and Newgrange, mused at Heinrich Böll's cottage on Achill Island, looked out from Conor and Healey Pass, read W.B. Yeats poems in Lissadel House (and prayed at his grave with Ben Bulben at the horizon), took pics of the transatlantic cable monument on Valentia Island, and looked awestruck at the volumes and volumes and volumes and volumes of learned books in Trinity College's Long Room Library:





Oh, and I'd like to climb Errigal and Mount Brandon too.


So, NO. No Nigerian gangs robbing the Irish citizens from the Blasket Islands to County Donegal. To paraphrase Obummer, the future must not belong to those who will slander Edmund Burke, prove to be lousy stewards of guided Boyne battlefield tours and even lousier ones of famine cottages on Dingle, and generally lay waste to the Emerald Island. If Varadkar per se wants to suck Nigerian dicks, let him do so in Lagos (and stay there).


If this madness will come to pass, the Irish have not only the right, but also the duty, to take up arms and fight their government.

With deadly force.



MFBB.