Infiltration plus all-out assault

It would be hypocrisy of me to go ultra-nat, given my ex-lady-partners overseas and the places I’ve lived in … so obviously, people such as me must set out a carefully worded stall and it is this:

Within any country, it’s the job of the guest to accept that the native born, as well as being of indigenous stock, able to cite great-grandparents of that demographic … be put first by govts handling taxpayers’ money, at whatever level.

And that extends to health, education and benefits.

There is also an onus on the guest to “fit in”, to largely assimilate … certainly presenting their cuisines and privately celebrating their non-clashing commemorations but that’s an end on’t. The last thing ever in that country is for guests, through infiltration, then sheer weight of numbers, to start imposing their ways, their ideas, on the indigenous westerners there. The operative word here is “clashing” ways.

In France, for example, I’ve been embarrassed by our lot going over in busloads and at supermarts, say, acting all Agincourt and Crecy … I’d say that would also apply in Spain, where our yobs go all Drake. If you go to another country, you at least try to speak their language and if possible, start using their colloquialisms etc. etc.

It’s called respect for the better aspects of their culture, not the worst.  That governs both individuals plus busloads.

However, there is a major issue when it comes to sheer numbers and way too many “guests” at a time taking that as a green light to spread their non-native cultural doings, such that the native culture is swamped.

The blame also lies squarely at the feet of the non-comp indigenous, otherwise known as the Wokerati and sicko, the culturally bereft … e.g. the young left … with zero respect for anything or anyone.

My contention is that there are no guest cultures which are ok, en masse, outside of their homeland and I saw that at the Headingley Test some decades ago when at lunch, I wandered across to the Australian crowd to say g’die, mateys. They were appalling … they were caricatures of Earls Court ex-convicts, real Bazza Mackenzies and I was called certain names, not that that concerned me … but these were not, shall we say, top drawer examples of Ozzyhood.

There’s a type of ethnicity which I call uber-narodny (mixing in a Russian word there) … soooooo ethnic it’s almost throwback, where it just goes soooooo far, where it is sheer caricature … and I’d include the English eating whitebait, Australians eating witchety grubs, Scots chasing the haggis o’er hill and dale. I for one draw the line at blood pudding or else snails in France or ocelot’s livers … ewwwww.  Or turning myself obese in the US to align with the local population.

We face four cultural replacements right now … the most aggressive and murderous, the most rapey, being the deathcult itself … along with globo-psycho WEF paedo-sicko, insanity plus … and their pushing of the black they’re trying to kill off through AIDS etc. … pushing them into every bloody advert on our screens, e.g.

… with African scientists and brain surgeons, leaders of industry etc. etc. etc. … it’s deeply annoying … these sods are being manipulated something awful, rammed down our throats.

However, there’s a fourth cultural imperialism going on and it’s far more insidious, although easily identifiable.  Just look at this homely scene:

Chinese.  Soft infiltration through adverts … what the hell has the culture of Paul Temple to do with the Chinese? It’s bygone English culture … the girl has every right to exist, even to learn but why is the advertiser choosing her as the target user? It’s vaguely insulting.

Then there’s this psychiatric advice series of vlogs with huge numbers … aimed specifically at young females:

Uh huh.  All right, check out the crew behind a very CCP take, assuming that all young native westerners are budding basket cases:

Chinese controlled again. As for the narrator:

All right, I went to watch a British film yesterday (actually read that as English) and here was the opening ad:

Yeah, Merry Christmas to you too. And as for this:

… well done, America. And so it goes on and on and on. And by the way:

Yep, let’s help em kill off the west, eh?