The sage

sageFOR MANY YEARS I have pointed out the perils of promoting multiculturalism.

Did anyone pay me any mind? No, and we have arrived at the current conditions that exist in the United States.

Fact: People prefer the company of those similar to themselves.

Fact: People forced into the company of those very different from themselves get edgy.

Fact: Edginess in time leads to mayhem and murder.

Fact: Nations are families, i.e. very large groups of people who are alike in religion, race, language and culture.

Fact: People want it that way.

Let’s look at university campuses. Go to the student union cafeteria. In spite of campuses being ground zero of diversity-loving, you will find black students sitting together over here, white students sitting together over there, and Orientals sitting together on the patio outside, studying.*

Multicultural violence is increasing in the United States, and it’s just going to get worse. I see no light at the end of the proverbial tunnel. Promoting multiculturalism is the kerosene that fuels the fire, daily.

Multiculturalism within a nation — or any society — is a problem that needs to be addressed in the kindest way possible. It is never to be encouraged.

It’s putting a pistol to your head.

We’re all just people, you say, and must learn to live together in peace. Likewise, lions and tigers are all big, carnivorous cats. Does the male lion invite tigers into the pride in the name of diversity? No. There would be murder and mayhem.

It’s a good analogy. Lions are smarter than Americans, Western Europeans and Canadians too.

Listen to your sage.

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* The black students will be planning their next BLM march. The white students, embarrassed about being white, will be wondering if they’ll be invited to participate. The Oriental students will still be studying.

The summer flood

IT WAS A lovely day as had been so many in that time between the Last War and when they let the Islamists in.

The European sky was clear and blue as he sat at a sidewalk table outside the historic bistro with a well-constructed cappuccino and a plate of sweet biscuits.

Water began running in the street, lightly at first, but the stream grew, widened and rose. In short order, he, the table and the chair, which was wicker, were lifted from the swept sidewalk, and off they floated, slowly at first.

Velocity increased, and the waters widened more. Within half an hour, he had passed completely from the large, old city and was floating swiftly through the countryside.

The river was perhaps now a half mile wide.

The water was neither cold nor warm but as you would wish it in a jacuzzi on a soft summer night though it was still day, and he could see the shores on either side.

Over there, all was green. There were tall trees and flowers. He heard songbirds in spite of the distance. The other side, however, was dark and dead, scraggly bushes, toppled trees, and he spotted a hungry beast standing stock still, staring.

coonHe was not the only floater. A wooden raft passed on which sat a frightened raccoon. Other people sailed by in the distance, some flailing but many just floating quietly like himself, perplexed.

Cars bobbed by with water near the windows. People were inside. Some were terrified, but others smiled. One car contained three children alone. It raced by quickly, and moments later he saw it submerge in the distance.

tigerTime grew fuzzy as he floated. He wasn’t much of a swimmer, but he treaded water well, and he felt downright good. He thought about this flood and wondered how it happened without rain.

A tiger floated by.

Ahead he saw a curve in the river. It had been a straight shot till now. The curve grew closer, and around he went with a smile on his face, the well-constructed cappuccino and plate of sweet biscuits being the last things on his mind.