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Undisciplined mass immigration from cultures light years in mores different from our own has repercussions, who knew?
Years of telling us to believe in some national delusion of racial superiority has helped as much as 9-11.
EU economy picks right up after last year's rapid influx, did you notice?
This was never going to work without huge investment in 'integration', which to be fair to Merkel she is making an attempt to undertake.
It doesn't help the French faubourgs with their nightly rituals of car-burnings, or the Asian ghettos in rusted N. English towns, nor the Chinese takeover of Prato, suburb of Firenze where tbey don't even register their births and chase off tax inspectors in mobs as they take over the textile market with 24hr sweatshops. It doesn't help voters in Austria either.
Europe is tired, lazy and spoiled, unregenerate, not to mention obese and mentally ill from unearned -mostly unconscious- privilege.
Reality is not jiving with the Newspeak. We've gone right past cognitive dissonance through the looking glass. Do not pass Go. Do not collect your UBI.
The question is to our Kaleckian social engineers in the wheelhouse is 'Is the inevitable rise of the hard right subsequent to hacky handling of the immigration 'problem' a bug or a feature?'
Bug because too many restless natives bothers the markets, or feature because riots help justify more surveillance and swat teams?
As we chat lightning fast algorithms are calculating micromovements of currency fluctuations and putting and telling, zeros careening around like slot machine payoffs to shell companies within shell companies embedded like Russian dolls, each with their fall guys in case of need to provide plausible deniability to the stooge above them (in the risibly rare chance they have to worry about that anyway). Friends don't tell on friends.
Pitting poor immigrants against poor natives makes for spectacular TV, ratings rise, ads cost more, and there's less time for the precious news cycle to report something positive and interesting like Corbyn's* latest rabble-rouser provoking the smuggest of scorn on the opposite bench.
Or some new solar power breakthrough, whatever.

*Corbyn sitting on a train floor is okay.

They know the public has a fuse and if they keep piling on they know it will blow eventually as what's left of the bubble-enervated, crash-exhausted economy staggers to an ignominious halt, the last pennies siphoned up to the 1%.
But like Neapolitans planting vineyards ever higher up on Vesuvius' slopes, the elite cannot resist the lure of risk and the allure of profit. Not knowing the limits of public patience, their pathology permits no circumspection or prudence, just as any Vegas gambling tables addict.
So they ratchet it up slowly -they hope imperceptibly - always pointing at the big boogeyman under the bed, so we know it's 'forever for our security' and after not too long hardly anyone remembers Piazza di Spagna before the permanent police vans, or your local tube station has a nice young man auditioning for some scyborg action movie protecting you from your own shadow. Funny time of year for a balaclava, wouldn't you say, Edith?
You said you wanted more public services!
How about that uniform then? That schmutter didn't come cheap!
Now go your bars and sports events, nothing to see here, move along please. Keep consuming calmly. Your credit score is slipping.
We've been through the blitz and the troubles, we can cope with a few stroppy Ayrabs. Buy shares in crowd control companies, make capitalism work for you, stop the whining, get a job that doesn't exist or go back to methylated sleep under the bridge.
Now repeat till internalised, all together now, with feeling:

"Bad, bad Corbyn!


'The history of public debt is full of irony. It rarely follows our ideas of order and justice.' Thomas Piketty

by melo (melometa4(at)gmail.com) on Sun Oct 15th, 2017 at 12:07:15 AM EST
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