Frank wrote on Nov 23^rd, 2023 at 5:52pm:


You poor, poor, man, Soren.  I feel sorry for you.  I really do.  How long have you been alone? When did your wife leave you?  Oh, dearie, dearie, me, I can understand her problem living with someone like you.  You perpetually spew hate and Xenophobia.  You need help.  Tsk, tsk, tsk...   

Poor, poor, Soren, unable to voice his own nation's concerns, he has to quote Englishmen in a thread about American concerns.  What a shame, what WOFTAM.  Tsk, tsk, tsk... 

Karnal wrote on Nov 23^rd, 2023 at 4:41pm:

The Great Replacement is not a conspiracy theory. It is not a theory at all.  It is an observation. And a lament.

This is Paris.
At this point in time, to claim the Great Replacement is nothing more than a conspiracy theory is an outright denial of reality and demonstrates wilful ignorance and cowardice.

https://twitter.com/4mergangsta/status/1726039770462404877

Canada:


Ireland:

What does your comment and your pictures have to do with America, Soren?  Tsk, tsk, tsk...   

Brian Ross wrote on Nov 24^th, 2023 at 11:40am:


Why is this a thread about America's concerns? You get that wrong then try to collect a white flag because no-one responds to your bullshit. It's like the pigeon/chess thing. You being the pigeon claiming victory after shitting all over the board.

Frank wrote on Nov 27^th, 2023 at 3:22pm:


Oh, I see. So those devious tinted kiddies are sitting around learning Swahili, are they?

How diabolically cunning. The leftards imported them, had the hyde to teach them French, then put them to work, pampering the bottoms of the bourgeoisie.

Liberty, equality, fraternity, innit.

In Calcutta, India, Catholic priests promote the adoption of Indian children by those back in Belgium as a form of charity. When the Belgian government realizes that the number of Indian children raised in Belgium has reached 40,000 in just five years, an emergency policy attempts to halt the migration. Desperate for the chance to send their children to what they call a "land of plenty", a mob of desperate Indians swarms the consulate. As a Belgian aid worker works through the crowd, an Indian gong farmer known only as "the turd eater", carrying aloft his monstrously deformed child, begs him to take them back to Europe, to which the worker agrees.

The worker and farmer bring the crowd to the docks, where there are hundreds of ships once owned by European powers, now suited only for river traffic. Nevertheless, the crowd boards, and a hundred ships soon leave for Europe; conditions on board are cramped, unsanitary and miserable, with many passengers including children publicly fornicating. As the ships pass "the straits of Ceylon", helicopters swarm overhead, capturing images of the migrants on board to be published in Europe. Meanwhile, on the Russian Far East, the Soviet troops see masses of Chinese ready to enter Siberia but are reluctant to fight them.

As the fleet crosses the Indian Ocean, the political situation in France becomes more charged. At a press conference about the crisis, a French official who offers a speech in praise of the migrants is confronted by a journalist who claims he is merely trying to "feed the invaders" and demands to know if France will "have the courage to stand up to" the migrants when they reach France. The official decries this question as morally offensive and threatens to throw the journalist out when he continues to yell. Other journalists seek to inflame tensions between the French and Africans and Arabs already living in the country. Over time, these journalists begin to write that the migrant fleet is on a mission to "enrich, cleanse and redeem the Capitalist West". At the same time as the fleet is praised by those in Paris, the people of Southern France, terrified of the migrants' arrival, flee to the north.

As the fleet approaches the Suez Canal, Egyptian military forces fire a warning shot, causing the fleet to steer south, around the Cape of Good Hope. To the surprise of observers, the apartheid regime of South Africa floats out barges of food and supplies, which the migrants throw overboard. The international press is thrilled, believing the rejection of these supplies to be a political statement against the apartheid South African regime. Western leaders, confident the migrants will accept supplies from their "more virtuous" nations, organize a supply mission, funded by governments, charities, rock stars and major churches, to meet the migrants off São Tomé. However, the fleet does not stop for these barges either, and when a worker from the Pope's barge attempts to board one of the ships, he is strangled and thrown overboard. The press attempts to contain coverage of the murder.

When the migrants pass through the Strait of Gibraltar, the French president orders troops to the south and addresses the nation with his plan to repel them. However, in the middle of the address, he breaks down, demanding the troops simply follow their consciences instead. Most of the troops immediately desert their posts and join the civilians as they flee north, and the south is quickly overrun by the migrants. Some of the last troops to stand their ground take refuge in a small village, along with Calguès, an old man who has chosen to remain at his home, and Hamadura, a Westernized Indian who is terrified of his "filthy, brutish" countrymen and prides himself on having more in common with whites than Indians. The troops in this village, a total of nineteen Frenchmen and one Indian, surrounded by what they deem "occupied territory", remain the last defense of Western values and "Free France" against the immigrants.

Jean Raspail died in June 2020 aged 94, largely rehabilitated in his own country, where intellectual debate is braver and broader than in the timid Anglosphere. In 2003 Raspail was awarded the Grand prix de literature by the Académie française and in the same year he was made an officer of the Légion d’honneur‎.

The Camp of the Saints never found a British publisher, but in 2004 the Guardian described the book as ‘loathsome’. Nonetheless, like the American reviewers of three decades earlier, the newspaper grudgingly admitted that Raspail had raised an awkward question about the world’s rising population. ‘This thesis does have some crude, sub-Malthusian, demographic support,’ stated the paper, which referenced the last paragraph of Salman Rushdie’s 1981 novel, Midnight’s Children, in which the author prophesied India’s population explosion. ‘The population of India, 20 years after Rushdie wrote those words, is a billion,’ said the Guardian. ‘And in 2024? Where will they go? Raspail knows – the Cote d’Azur, of course.’

Since 1960 the population of India has soared from 450.55 million to 1.41 billion people, a growth of 212.4 per cent. 

The Camp of the Saints was reissued in French in 2011 and in 2015 it was translated into German. Raspail gave a long interview in September that year, as Germany struggled to cope with the huge influx of migrants from Africa and the Middle East. He dismissed accusations that he or his book were racist. Nor did he exhibit any Schadenfreude at the migrant crisis. 

Sadness was his overwhelmingly emotion, at what he believed was the inexorable decline of Europe. ‘We are only at the beginning,’ he warned. ‘The situation we are experiencing is nothing to what awaits us in 2050. There will be nine billion people on earth.’


In fact, last year the UN forecast that the world’s population will reach 9.8 billion in 2050, and that between now and then, nine countries will provide half of the world’s population growth: India, Nigeria, the Democratic Republic of the Congo, Pakistan, Ethiopia, Tanzania, Uganda, Indonesia and the USA.

Raspail wondered, given this huge population spurt, whether the world will still be habitable in 2050. Not Europe, he speculated. ‘The migrants will come largely from Africa, the Middle East and the far reaches of Asia,’ he said. ‘Overpopulation and religious wars will make the situation difficult.’

Was Jean Raspail a racist, as his detractors still claim, or a visionary, the view of his supporters? He maintained he was neither. He was just an imaginative writer with the courage to pose a question that very few in the West wanted to hear, let alone answer.

https://www.spectator.co.uk/article/was-jean-raspail-racist/