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The experiment in Canada has been pioneered in Australia, which grew in population from 18 million to 25 million between 1998 and 2018 (35% growth), nearly all of which went to Sydney and Melbourne. In both of these cities, Whites cling to the coast and to the fringe semi-rural suburbs. The middle and outer-ring suburbs away from the water are nearly entirely non-British. The government's Bureau of Statistics had predicted in 1998 that we would reach 25 million by 2051, so we were 33 years ahead of target. But it's OK because these levels of immigration sustain really high boomer-owned house prices, allowing them to not really save anything beyond their paid-off home and still end up with millions in equity in retirement. Australia has lost nearly all of its manufacturing, but the new model of selling education (and by proxy, citizenship and apartments) to the Chinese and South Asians is now bipartisan policy. It also keeps the stockmarket ticking over. The Economist just gave Australia huge praise for being a successful Ponzi scheme, ahem, multicultural Western democracy with *27 years of unbroken economic growth*. GDP per capita is trending down but that is not mentioned too much. The majority of our stock index, which most boomers hold their retirement savings in, is linked in some way or another to the population ponzi (the highly real-estate exposed Big-4 banks account for 25% of the value of our 200 largest companies). When you combine Australian shares with Australian housing, you have the asset profile of 60-80% of retirees - in other words, most Australians are way over-exposed to the fortunes of our population ponzi. Most Aussies don't like the congestion of our cities but are willing to tolerate it if their house prices keep going up and they still feel safe. There is definitely space for a Trump-like populist to argue for say, 20% lower immigration levels, and strict merit based entry (no Somalis or Sudanese thanks, which are rapidly turning parts of Melbourne into Johannesburg). Unfortunately, to argue for a moratorium on net-immigration here would be like arguing for a hold on coal mining in West Virginia. Aussies (mostly boomers) have sold their soul to the devil and know exactly where their bread is buttered.

- Bolsonaro Beach Volleyball Squad

#mpc

It's Monday morning. Bolsonaro is in and Merkel is out. Davos Man sputters on the gurney; the patient is still responsive but all the monitors are are going crazy. The panic-stricken nurses keep calling the doctor, but no doctor arrives. Maybe he's golfing. The current world order relies on consensus and an aura of inevitability. These trends are supposed to spread worldwide until lasting universal peace is achieved: democracy, free trade, multiculturalism, sodomy. The renegades (reactionaries, fundamentalists, populists, revolutionaries) are the ones who are supposed to lose incrementally. They're supposed to diminish bit by bit, howling vainly toward heaven before they're washed away in the rising tide of cheap carbohydrates, or garroted by CIA psy-op tranny-demon kindergarten readers. It was not supposed to go the other way. Each defector from GloboHomo erodes consensus and dents inevitability. The effect is cascading, precisely because the ideology of GloboHomo cannot concede any alternatives. The case of Brazil is particularly damning. Brazil, with its exotic poverty and brown flesh, was the shining slum on a hill. "Brazil is interesting," I have been told by many a well-read shitlib, "because it's basically what America will be like in 30 or 40 years." For a time it seemed Brazil was on an asymptotic trajectory toward progressive utopia--ever closer, but never quite there. "Brazil is going to lead the world in five or ten years, watch out," Economist readers would sagely intone. Then five or ten years pass, and Brazil slips further into crime and corruption. "Well, watch out, because Brazil is up-and-coming. Give them five years or so." Over-promising and under-delivering. This is the GloboHomo treadmill laid bare. Wages stagnate, bureaucracy expands, corporate profits soar, foreign goblins move in next door and get small business loans from the government. Maybe you're still comfortable, but "comfort" requires a lot more these days: a college degree, six-figure debts, a cocktail of pharmaceuticals... Historians from Alpha Centauri will little note, nor long remember what was posted on tumblr. Instead, we here on earth must dedicate ourselves to the unfinished work that brave men like Trump, Salvini, Orban, and Bolsonaro have so nobly advanced. And God willing, this world government of the bugmen, by the bugmen, for obscene and unlimited profits, shall perish from the earth.

- Bonobo Mindset (MPC)

#mpc #bolsonaro #brazil election #merkel

#journalism

#shitlibs #redditors

We hear incessant cries for "complex", "three-dimensional", "layered" female characters. And almost always, the wailing comes from some fat dumpy cunt who obsessively watches tent-pole Hollywood films and network trash TV. Here's an idea, you big fat cunt: put down the ice cream and open a goddamn book. And not that YA trash you jill off to on Tumblr. Read some real literature. You'll find all sorts of characters with complex and interesting inner lives. Peculiarities. Contradictions. Deeper insights into the human personality than whether or not some Mary Sue hacker bitch paints her fingernails black. Really, though, I suspect these ghoulish frumps (their sweatpants smelling of cat piss, no doubt) don't want complexity at all. They don't want "layers". If they wanted layers, they wouldn't ensconce themselves in trash culture and popular entertainment, where characters are, by necessity, caricatured sketches who move the plot forward. For self-styled cultural critics, these retards really don't seem to grasp the point of popular entertainment. NCIS isn't a meditation on the human condition. It's a mindless procedural designed to be forgotten as quickly as it's consumed. Of all the horrors of Clown World, perhaps the worst is being lectured to by obese adult baby-women who watch cartoons and read children's books. This smelly spinster abomination, this ogre who likely reads fanfic about Ron Weasley fucking Voldemort in the ass, now demands a more nuanced exploration into the unfathomable female soul. All this talk of STRONG POWERFUL women and their endless "layers" of inscrutability. I wish these loud-mouthed beasts would peel down to that innermost layer of womanhood that will shut her fucking yap for once.

- John Rocker