Why are 80% of the "refugees" men? Where are the women, children and elderly.
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Anonymous
If the refugees are Christian, the woman are taken as sex slaves, as are the little girls and some little boys. And there is a lot of cold-blooded killing. |
Anonymous
| No one is in their shoes so let's not rush to judgment. |
Anonymous
They are worried that Hungary will deport them back. |
Anonymous
Well, I read a quote once in an article from a "refugee" who stated they wanted to go to Germany because they have more jobs and better welfare. From what I have read, most want to go to Germany or the UK because those countries probably have the strongest economies. |
Anonymous
+1 They don't make it as far as Europe. This is true of any large, panicked migration. The physically fit survive the furthest. |
Anonymous
+1 |
Anonymous
This is what I wonder. If it was simply a matter of able-bodied 30 year-old men fleeing war, then any safe nation would do. But somehow, the economically struggling EU countires have less pull, even though they're safe and clean and politically stable. Hmm. |
Anonymous
I can't really blame them for wanting to shoot for a Rolls when a Honda would do. But that's why the EU needed to be working on a consistent policy these last few months when it was becoming obvious that a huge problem was coming to its Shores. But rather than deal with that and come up with a plan for things like how to quickly register people and determine if they are refugees or economic migrants (and what the course of action would be once that determination is made) they all buried their heads in the sand thinking the problem would somehow evaporate. Now it's become pretty evident that now is the time to come if you were either a refugee or anything on the migrant because even right wing governments like hungr now it's become pretty evident that now is the time to come if you were either a refugee or anything on the migrant because even right wing governments like Hungary's are showing that they are powerless to do anything. It's pretty scary it's pretty scary. While it is important and a morale obligation to help refugees of war torn countries it's difficult to see how Europe won't be overrun. |
Anonymous
| That horrifying photo of the little boy who drowned. The family was not fleeing from Syria but was leaving Turkey a relatively peacefull country. The family just wants welfare from western countries. Had they stayed in Turkey, that boy would be alive today. |
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Please read this in its entirety or not at all. It's long but worth it. This is what is happening to Europe.
by George Lincoln Rockwell (1918-1967) Many, many years ago, When animals could speak. A wondrous thing the ducks befell; Their tale is quite unique. Down by a pond dwelt all these ducks, Ten thousand at the least. Their duckish joys were undisturbed By any man or beast. One day, down near the entrance gate, There was an awful din. A hundred hens all out of breath Were begging to come in. "Oh let us in!" these poor birds cried, "Before we do expire! "'Tis only by the merest inch "That we escaped the fire!" Their feathers singed, their combs adroop, They were the saddest sight. They’d run a hundred miles or more, All day and then all night. "Come in! Come in!" the ducks all quacked, "For you our hearts do bleed! "We’ll share our happy lot with you, "Just tell us what you need!" And so the poor bedraggled hens Amongst the ducks moved in. "For, after all," the ducks declared, "We’re sisters ‘neath the skin." Before too many months had passed, The hens were good as new. They sent for all their rooster friends, And these were welcomed too. To please their host, these chickens tried To waddle and to quack. To simulate the duckish ways They quickly learned the knack. This pleased the flock of ducks, because It gratified their pride. But hear my tale and learn how they Got taken for a ride. The ducks, it seemed, spent all their time In fixing up the place, In growing food and building homes And cleaning every space. They asked the hens what they would do To earn their daily bread. "We’ll teach and write and entertain, "And buy and sell," they said. And so the hens began to teach The baby ducks and chicks. They traded food and eggs and things, With many clever tricks. They wrote great books and put on shows; Of genius they’d no lack. It wasn’t long till chickens owned The Duckville Daily Quack. One day a mother duck who took Her ducklings to the lake, Was flabbergasted when one said, "A swim I will not take!" "Why ducklings always swim!" she gasped, "It’s what you’re built to do! "Like bunnies hop, and crickets chirp, "And cows 'most always moo! "You're nuts!" her little son replied, "That stuff is all old hat! "It’s wrong for birds to swim; besides, "It’s too damned cold on my pratt!" "Oh fie!" the mother duck exclaimed, "You’re talking like a fool!" Up quacked the other ducks and said, "He’s right! We learned in school!" "Such things must stop!" the mother cried, "Those hens can’t teach such lies! "For sheer ingratitude and nerve, "I’m sure this takes the prize!" But she was wrong, for even then The hens did thump the tub, Demanding they be let into The Duckville Swimming Club. "But you don’t swim!" the ducks exclaimed, "To join, why should you care?" "That’s not the point!" the hens replied, "To exclude us isn’t fair!" The younger ducks, who’d been to school, Agreed right there and then: "To keep them out is bigotry! "T’would just be anti-hen!" Outnumbered by the younger ducks, The old ducks soon did lose. They agreed to let the hens all in, If they would pay the dues. That night the Duckville Daily Quack Contained this banner spread: "Reactionary Ducks Are Licked! "Duckville Moves Ahead!" Down at the Duckville Gaiety, The young set laughed with glee, At cracks about "old fuddy ducks" In burlesque repartee. Next day the hens were at the club, A petition they’d sent 'round: They objected to the swimming fund With fury and with sound. "You use our dues to fix the pond, "To keep it neat and trim. "And this is wrong," they said, "because "You know we do not swim!" "God help us!" cried a wise old duck, "These chickens have gone mad! "We’ll take this to the court, by George! "And justice will be had!" But when they went up to the judge, Imagine their dismay! A chicken-judge decreed that they A heavy fine must pay! "Minorities must have their rights!" The judge declared right then. "To use hens' dues to fix the pond "Is very anti-hen! Once more the Duckville Daily Quack Emblazoned 'cross the page: "Old Fogey Ducks Refuse to See "The Great New Coming Age!" In Duckville's church on Sunday morn, The preacher spoke these words, "Discrimination’s got to stop! "Remember, we’re all birds!" The wisest duck in all the town Sat down in black despair. "I’ll write a book," he thought, "and then "This madness I will bare!" "Let swimmers swim, let hoppers hop, "Let each one go his way. "Let none coerce a fellow bird!" Was what he had to say. "T'was wrong to force the hens to swim, "So here’s the problem’s crux; "It’s just as bad for hens to try "To chicken-ize our ducks!" "I can’t print that," the printer said, "T'will put me in a mess! "My shop is mortgaged to the hens; "The chickens own my press!" This worried duck then tried to warn His friends by speech and pen, But young ducks fresh from school just jeered. "He’s a vicious anti-hen!" Now up the stream a little way Was Gooseville, on the lake. The hens had come to Gooseville too, But the geese were more awake. When the hens began to spoil the young, And Gooseville’s laws to flout, The geese rose up in righteous wrath And simply threw them out. Of course you know where they all ran; On Duckville they converged. "We’ve got to take these refugees," Was what the hens all urged. The Duckville Daily Quack declared: "These geese will stop at naught! "They plan to conquer all the world! "Atrocities they’ve wrought!" "That’s right!" the young ducks all agreed, "We’ll help our fellow birds! "These geese have plans to conquer us! "We’ve read the Quack’s own words!" They let the hens from Gooseville in, The whole bedraggled pack. And every hen took up a job On Duckville's Daily Quack! When Duckville's mayor’s term was up, The Quack put up its duck. A vain and stupid duck was he, A veritable cluck! But when he praised the wild young ducks, And cursed the evil geese, The Quack declared he was all-wise; His praise would never cease. The hens chipped in to help this cluck Give grain away for free. The old ducks sadly shook their heads; The writing they could see. And, sure enough, this stupid duck, He was elected mayor. From this point on, the Duckville ducks, They never had a prayer. The Mayor said, "Gooseville must go! "We’ll wipe them off the map!" While Duckville slept, the scheming hens For Gooseville set a trap. They called the geese by filthy names; They filled their pond with sticks. They helped the weasels catch the geese, And other hennish tricks. The geese got mad and threw some rocks. "It’s war!" the Quack announced. "We ducks must fight those evil geese "'Till they’ve been soundly trounced!" The ducks (who knew not of the tricks Indulged in by the mayor) Were filled with patriotic zeal, And pitched right in for fair! Now when the ducks had whipped the geese, The Mayor called "Retreat!" "Our hennish friends should really take "Gooseville’s big main street!" The hens were back in Gooseville now. They starved and beat the geese. They prayed for Peace — but organized The "Hennish Armed Police!" They drained the Gooseville swimming pond; They de-goose-ified the schools; They wrung the neck of Gooseville's mayor On lately made-up rules. They formed a council of the hens: "United Birds" the name. The other birds who joined the thing Did not perceive the game. No sooner had they set this up, Than they announced their plan To seize up Swanville as a home For all their hennish clan. They took a vote among the hens, And every one approved! "Swanville was for hens!" they said, "Way back, before we moved." And so they kicked the swans all out, With Duckville’s help and power, And Duckville couldn’t understand Why swans on them turned sour. By this time, Duckville was a mess, The young ducks had gone mad. They stole and laughed at truth and law; They went completely bad. The hens were selling loco weed In every nasty den. But ducks who dared to mention this Were labeled "anti-hen." The hens all preached of tolerance. They invoked the Golden Rule, But they subsidized the indigent, The greedy, and the fool. At last the very dumbest ducks Began to smell a rat. "This mayor is no good!" they cried, "And we will soon fix that!" But the hens had planned for even this; A candidate they had Whom even wise old ducks believed Just never could be bad. This hen-tool duck whipped the geese; A soldier-duck was he. Although the hens had set him up, The ducks all thought him free. This hen-tool got elected, Through ignorance and greed, Through hennish lies in press and speech, Through bribes of chicken feed. The hens now kicked the ducks around Without a blush of shame, Until the mayor ran the town In nothing else but name. They pumped the swimming pool all dry; They taught the ducks to crow. While duckish numbers dwindled, The hens' began to grow. The hens stirred up the happy crows From out the piney wood, To come and mix with all the ducks In the name of brotherhood. Things got so bad that fifty ducks, Who knew of days gone by, Took up their wives and children And decided that they’d fly. They flew through storm and tempest; They froze, and many died. But on they drove, until, at last, A lovely lake they spied. They settled down exhausted, But soon went straight to work To build and clear and cultivate, No danger did they shirk. Now, after many years of toil, This little band had grown. The fields around were full of grain From seeds that they had sown. The first ducks now were long since dead; Their struggles long had ceased. Through hard work and suffering, Their joys had been increased. One day near the entrance gate There was an awful din; A hundred hens, all out of breath, Were begging to come in. "Oh, let us in!" the poor birds cried, "Before we do expire! "'Tis only by the merest inch . . ." And now our tale repeats itself entire. |
Anonymous
I tend to agree. And after being in Turkey long enough for the sister in Canada to pay rent for them, you'd think the parents would have secured life vests. Nearly every news image I see of migrants and/or refugees shows most wearing life jackets. I've seen images of hundreds of discarded life jackets in Greece. Those parents failed their children by not doing something as simple as getting them life jackets. |
Anonymous
| Geeze. That long post is abusive of this board. |
Anonymous
| There definitely needs to be a vetting system. I can guarantee you there are Islamists in with that crowd, posing as refugees. |
Anonymous
shhhh, she thinks she's profound.... 
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Anonymous
I think they were in Turkey illegally. They are from Syria. The family was buried there. I thought the lifejackets were handed to them by Coast Guards and such. These people are being transported by smugglers , and I seriously doubt these smugglers would give them lifejackets. |