How Our Borders Were Opened & the Walls Came Tumbling Down with Professor Kevin Macdonald
https://www.bitchute.com/video/j2YTen3EiPjU/
* How the revolutionary Immigration Act of 1965 ended a balanced immigration policy and set America on the road to the demographic replacement of its European founding/settler people
 |
It Might Be a “Holiday” to You, But It’s CHRISTMAS to Me” — a great song by Canadian Country & Western singer Don Murdock. https://www.youtube.com/embed/xS3RaagRv_I
Every year, Canada’s population gives its national broadcaster, the CBC (the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation) at least $1 Billion. Justifiably, Canadians expect the CBC to provide unbiased coverage of important national issues. But what Canadians get is biased and unquestioning reporting on all issues, especially senseless immigration. This amounts to criminal action against Canadians. It also amounts to denial of such a basic human need as affordable shelter to hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of Canadians. As a result, to many Canadians, the abbreviation “CBC” now means “Criminals Betraying Canada”.
The public has long thought of real estate developers and much of the rest of that industry as a collection of society’s low life who deserve to be spurned. Most Canadians would say that this low life should be the last to be considered to rule the country. Yet in the midst of the Metro Vancouver and Toronto housing chaos which saw Vancouver housing costs soar to the second highest in the world, the CBC has virtually married the real estate industry. It has colluded with that industry in promoting and formulating national policy. In the view of a senior Canadian diplomat, that coalition has virtually raped hundreds of thousands of Canadians. The CBC has accomplished that by repeatedly broadcasting the real estate industry’s fraudulent claim that the easiest solution to housing unaffordability is to increase “SUPPLY”. That means increasing the number of housing units. Simultaneously, the CBC has repeatedly suppressed a much more reliable and honest analysis of Metro Vancouver’s housing unaffordability that was done by UBC’s David Ley. Dr. Ley concluded that relentless high immigration is the cause of Metro Vancouver’s stratospheric housing prices. From Dr. David Ley’s analysis, the obvious solution to the housing unaffordability crisis is a dramatic reduction in immigration. After all, the big question is this: How can Metro Vancouver and other areas of Canada such as Metro Toronto ever return to affordability as long as a relentless yearly inflow of hundreds of thousands of immigrants continues? Common sense tells Canadians that these places cannot. Common sense also tells Canadians that senseless high immigration will continue to cause enormous collateral economic, cultural and environmental damage.
To make this point clearer, let’s imagine a janitor trying to mop up a floor where a nearby tap has been damaged and water is spraying out uncontrollably onto the floor. Unless the janitor locates a water shut-off valve and shuts off the water that goes to the broken tap, his efforts at mopping the floor will be overwhelmed. To translate simply: The broken tap is Canada’s immigration intake, now over 1 million per year, almost all of which is unjustified!! The water on the floor is the damage being done to Canada by unnecessary immigration. The janitor is the Canadian infrastructure which has been overwhelmed.
The corrupt real estate industry knows that its claim about increasing “SUPPLY” is a lie. But it also knows that if it says its lie often enough, many people will actually believe its lie.
Very serious and widespread unrestrained criminal acts depend on the support of many people. Those include the CBC and the private media which disseminate information that is vital to decision-making . If the CBC and other media decide to with-hold or omit information which severely harms or destroys the lives of Canadians, they are guilty of criminal acts. There is absolutely no doubt that the CBC and other media are guilty of that. Every day, the CBC damns itself and arrogantly thinks it can continue to get away with its actions.
The CBC’s collusion with the real estate industry has been very clear in subsequent events :
(1) Ottawa’s announced housing strategy for the country and
(2) The City of Vancouver’s announced 10-year housing strategy
Neither strategy even mentions the word “immigration”. Why? The country is run by a substitute drama teacher (Trudeau) who has committed Canada to a mindless pursuit of so-called “Diversity” and thereby proved himself to be a complete fool. The rest of the country’s rulers (Other MP’s, Provincial and municipal governments) are quislings and cowards. Even the “DIVERSE” hordes of low-quality immigrants (that our three levels of government have allowed in) laugh at them behind their backs. For example, as huge areas of Metro Vancouver are demolished and densified, to add to the insanity, Vancouver continues to claim it will become the World’s Greenest City!!!
If the CBC had been doing its job, it would have challenged Vancouver and other cities on these disgraceful “strategies”. But it has said nothing. What greater sin is there than betraying one’s country and the Canadian family in it?
What but the lowest Circle of Hell would be suitable for Trudeau and the xenophilic horde of criminals in Parliament, other political positions, the real estate industry, the CBC and elsewhere?
At the beginning of December every year, the CBC devotes one day to collecting money for food banks across the country. Again this year, the CBC has hypocritically implied that it deserves to be commended for raising money for such a basic need as food. However, the damage the CBC has done to such a basic need as affordable shelter on the other 364 days of the year negates any good the CBC does on its Christmas Food Bank Day. There is absolutely no question that in Metro Vancouver and in many other parts of Canada, the CBC has demonstrated itself to be a criminal organization and is a criminal accomplice to the corrupt real estate industry.
Where are our rocket launchers?
Editor’s Note: This is an extract from the book Sweet Dreams and Terror Cells by Frank Raymond. This part of the book discusses the forest mind of the white man and woman, a mind that yearns to live in amity and among all animals and all Nature. This is manifested in the white urge to preserve Nature and green spaces, and in children’s literature that shows animals living like humans, with clothes, houses, cars. The narrator is Shane Douglas, the protagonist of the story, who meditates upon this aspect of the white mind in an effort to ignore the pain of torture.
The non-white peoples do not like the environment and the nature that surrounds them, for so often it is unpleasant. The people of Iraq and Iran do not like their hot sandy desert and the people of Indonesia do not like the expanses of sunbaked plain, rain-swamp and paddy-field that they see all around them. Africans hate the arid, loose-ish red earth that lies underfoot and surrounds them. The men and women of Burma and Cambodia do not like their swamps and dense tropical jungles, their torrid climate. The jungle is not like a northern forest. You walk in it and you are beset by flies, mosquitoes and leeches. The soil is composed of large porous particles, and the grass is wild and unpleasant. Lie on the ground and you get up dirty. Everywhere the air is hot, humid and often fetid. The trees are bent, with twisted branches, so unlike the straight pines and firs of the lands of the Western peoples.
In most of these lands, they do not enjoy the changing of seasons, cannot thrill to the cycle of life and rebirth, of leaves falling and seeds germinating at a particular time of year, of the contrast between summer heat and winter snow. It is always one season, hot and humid, with only minor variations. For many tropical peoples, the change in climate is marked only by rain and wind. It is the rainy season or the dry season, or perhaps the season of winds, storm and rain that will be followed by a period of sullen, sultry calm. And the vegetation and the flowers remain the same, the year round.
 |
| Dry season in Thailand |
So the peoples of these regions live with their environment, their climes and their soil, and meet the challenges posed by them, but they get no pleasure from them. No one ventures into the desert or the jungle for pleasure, no one goes for a hike in the wet swampy soil of the Bengal delta.
You are liable to step on a swarm of ants whose bites leave a lingering sting and a painful smarting. There are no hiking trails in India or Thailand.
Often they reap rich bounties from their soil and surroundings. There are days when the air is heady with the odor of the masses of ripe mangoes in the tree branches, and myriad bunches of bananas make golden yellow clusters amid the soothing pale green of the wide, large and soft leaves of the banana trees, leaves that are as broad and long as a twelve years’ child.
However, they cannot experience their terrain and nature as a place of beauty, pleasure, recreation, rejuvenation and wonder, a place that they see in their imaginations, a playground where their imaginations and spirits would like to roam. When a German couple feel that their marriage is showing the first signs of turning sterile and joyless, and consult a marriage counselor, the counselor asks anxiously, “Do you walk together in the woods?” No couple in Thailand or Burma walks in the woods. The hut, the village and the city are a shelter, escape and protection from having to ever go into the woods or the fields.
Shane bethought himself of countries such as Nepal and Korea, where colored peoples had a more European climate and vegetation. They had beautiful countryside, northern climes and four seasons. Yet the peoples of these countries did not have the deep love of nature and animals that was innate in the white heart. They had not marked out hiking trails and shown a love of hiking till influences from the West reached them, and they certainly had not shown a love of animals on the level of Animal Friends, The Tales of Beatrix Potter, Wind in the Willows or Watership Down in their stories and actual treatment of animals.
The people of Nepal did not think of the forest as a place of wonder and mystery, and did not have stories of children coming upon hidden cottages deep in the woods. He knew that from his time in Nepal. For that matter, the Native Indians of Canada had no long stories that dwelt upon animals, or of animals behaving like humans, speaking and dressing like men and women. Despite their long sojourn in this land they never made toys in the shape of animals, or dressed them up like humans, or conceived something like a Teddy Bear.
He did not know the reasons behind this, but perhaps the mind-genes of the Nepali and the Korean had germinated in the arid plains of Mongolia, long before they came to wooded Nepal and mountainous Korea. And perhaps the nature love that sprang from these habitats had not yet worked itself into the mind-genes of these peoples.
The white mind had formed from the confluence of a Nature of great beauty and seasonal change, and a people who thrilled and cleaved to that Nature. Behind the reality that they thrilled to that beautiful Nature there might be mythic factors, and he would explore them soon.
Shane reflected that for him and Cheryl, the ‘great escape’ was to hike in the hilly trails off of North Vancouver and the Sea-to-Sky Highway, amid the pines, maples and ferns, and that it was a thrill to come across a stream of cold, clear water running down over rocks and pebbles.
No Asian or African people feel that way about their natural surroundings. In Namibia and Tanganyika couples do not venture out into the countryside to enjoy nature. They do not embrace their hot, humid and unpleasant surroundings; they ward them off.
Meanwhile in Europe the earth is firm, the grass is green and sweet, and you can lie and rest on the ground in a European forest. On the meadows the air is fresh and pure, and all is pleasantly cool. The land is hilly and featured, unlike the flat and dull expanses of much of the tropics. One stands on a path on the flanks of a hillside or at the edge of a height overlooking a plain, and the view is breathtaking. The plains are green, clean and dotted with fields, copses, woods and silver rivers that wend their lazy way through the countryside and the seasons.
The seasons change, from warm lazy days under the summer sun, to the heartbreak of the brilliant yellows, browns and reds of the leaf fall and the occasional gusts of autumn, and then to the pure crisp whites and bracing cold airs of winter. There is variety and change, something refreshingly different, something to look forward to.
Thus the European peoples have always loved their forests, fields, verdant meadows and climate — their Nature. And the children play in the glades and copses, and dream of winding narrow paths through the forest in the moonlight to cottages of mystery buried deep in the woods.
The white mind loves the forest and its mysteries, and the white child would like to play in it forever. Therefore he and she would like the forest to be a friendly place, not a place of claw and fang, of sudden ambushes and bloody death, of wolves falling upon deer, of foxes swooping upon rabbits and hares. The white mind would like all these beautiful creatures to live in friendship and harmony, so that the forests, hills and meadows will be places of beauty, wonder and delight where he and she and they, the animals, can wander with peace of mind and with amity in the heart. He and she love animals, for they are an integral part of that magic environment, and have the innocence, beauty, majesty, wildness and naturalness of unspoilt Nature.
