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Europe' cold heart

Europe's cold heart Evening storm, brown leaves, torn torn lose from the mother tree blows heather and dither, if lucky, lands huddled in a backyard corner I think of Macron, yes him, the president of France is extolling globalization, I gather his idea, is a place where French society, is a norm followed by lesser nation No, thank you, the world too manifolded for that Champs Elycee is not the navel of the natural event if anything it, is a construct made by old power and money I'm a nationalist hails from a country evolved naturally yet no shy absorbing what is useful for other, there is an unspoken agreement on how people should behave, which can be strange to others, but fits the national physics. From our view Macron, in the words of Oscar Wilde “deep down he is a shallow thinker” We don't want globality, one culture, one language on thought, directives from EU. Economic punishment for those straying rules set by faceless officials Migrants are welcomed if they can blend in and not becoming a destructive mob as we see happens in Sweden, by those who want to change the country to what it is not. Mass migration is a manufactured phenomenon it can be avoided by investing in the afflicted countries but there is a sense economic interest dictate a large amount of low paid workers We see how the USA, the beacon of democracy is at heart a tyranny, helped by the opaque Zionism, which want globalization to disfranchise people make them malleable to their agenda the working class Britain sees this, as do the Germans alas, the Germans have the burden put on them by endlessly forced to feel guilty for atrocities that happened before their lifetime they know Israel is a malevolent state seeking world achieved by the death of others

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