As we speak, the fertility of autochton women in Belgium is hitting rock bottom. A couple of times in the past, I have published here scans of my old high school's quarterly bulletin, which invariably lists, on its last pages, the deceased and the newborns among alumni. For years the ratio was about 12/13/14 departed vs 2, 3 or 4 births.
In the latest bulletin, NO mention was made of births. Flemings, autochton Flemings at least, are a dying species.
The state broadcaster VRT, and extreme leftist bastion, is actually gloating over this prospect:
'More than a fifth of people in Flanders is now of foreign origin'.
Of course, immigration can be a good thing. But regardless of whether one does or does not like the changing appearance of our streets, the question must be asked as to what changes took place in the 'original' Fleming's psyche, changes of which the psychological ramifications apparently deter him from performing the quintessential, 'sustainable', 'to be or not to be' act: procreation.
MFBB.
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