Once upon a time there was a criminal circle, more than a vicious one.
Think about a group of aspiring leaders who built their political program by exploiting the ignorance and fears of citizens, lying unashamedly on the number of illegal immigrants on the country.
It was a calculated risk, theirs.
As a resounding bluff of cards, not playing with their money, but yours.
Let's say they won the table.
Consider, now, a group of aspiring leaders who have focused everything on a lie at the expense of the most unfortunate people in the world, and now find themselves at the head of the country.
They sit on their new chairs, they look at each other, they know they have lied, and they think: what we do if the truth comes out?
They start to be worried about that.
Because it can be easy to deceive people to take power. The hard part is to keep it by continuing to lie.
However, the solution is there, in the power they fraudulently enjoy.
The illegal immigrants are not as many as we said?
Okay, so let's make them.
And what's better than a bad law?
What a smart move.
To get elected by the citizens they told them lots of lies about immigration who endangered their safety, and then they write a law to create illegal immigrants and they call them more security for everybody...
Note:
Italy has rejected 24,800 asylum applications in the last four months, that’s a record. According to Matteo Villa, ISPI researcher, "the recent Italian immigration law will continue to increase the number of illegal immigrants in the country. According to our estimates, there could be more than 670,000 asylum seekers who will live irregularly in Italy, partially because the government doesn’t have the right to expel them".
Read also Stories and News
Follow me also on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter
A dialogue, a not too imaginary one...
Good morning, Your Intolerance, The Great Wall Builder, The King of Presidents, Mr. Donald Trump.
Good morning to you, but you don’t need to say everything. Just Mister President.
Agreed, Mr. President, I have with me 500 people who just passed the border.
What do you mean with people?
Oops, I'm sorry, I meant migrants.
And say it: migrants.
Migrants, exactly.
So?
I would like to know how we must proceed with their relocation.
Their who?
The migrants.
Yes... because we cannot leave them on the street without a valid reason, right?
No, we need it, unless we have a place...
I know the answer!
Such as?
What about a zoo?
No, we can’t, they’re not animals…
A prison?
They’re not criminals.
Could we just forget them?
They’re not bad dreams, Mister President…
Can we send them to Mars?
They’re too many, we don’t have so many shuttles.
It’s a problem, that’s why I asked for a wall.
Yup, and now they are saying to be here for humanitarian reasons.
What?
Humanitarian, it's an adjective.
Wait, I look on the dictionary, so we’ll find a solution. Humanitarian: it refers to a person or a thing, with philanthropic sentiments, loving neighbors and taking care for the fate of others. I got it: they could remain on the street.
Why?
Because humanitarian concerns a person or a thing, so we’re good.
Because migrants are neither. And because to me and my supporters they matter much less.
Read also Stories and News
Follow me also on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter
Once upon a time the mayor of Gdansk.
Once upon a time, therefore, Pawel Adamowicz.
But above all – to his commendable merit, there was once his point of view on migrants: There are, of course, active groups of citizens in Gdansk who claim that security concerns override any other interests in resettling refugees. The majority, however, including city authorities, says that accepting refugees and immigrants comes with cultural and economic benefits.
Gdańsk’s model of integration of immigrants and refugees follows proven European activities International cooperation in the field of immigrant integration policy started with the deepening of relations in the framework of Eurocities. It is a consortium of major European cities with an active Forum of Social Affairs, which focuses, among others matters, on sharing best practices of thirty European cities most experienced in the field of integration policy for migrants. We joined the group and obtained a very good overview of the migration policy in Europe. Inspired by the experience of delegates from Oslo, we decided to visit the capital of Norway, which is one of the leaders in the integration of foreigners in Europe. We went there on a study visit.
Once upon a time, as you have read, there were words and contents that were completely different from the populist storytelling.
Acceping and benefit cultural, as well as economic, as a model of integration and cooperation, such as deepening, sharing and above all study.
Once upon a time and never again the mayor of Gdansk.
But his words remain and, together with his killing, they show that on immigration Pawel Adamowicz was infinitely right.
Denying it and, where you have the choice, not pursuing the same values it's like being accomplices of his murderers...
Read also Stories and News
Follow me also on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter
We are not racists.
They are the ones to be colonialists.
It is since the end of 1440 that we say it, and no one listens to us.
These people have been coming to us for almost six centuries to steal and conquer.
To kill and bring diseases.
To impoverish and subjugate.
To make the inhabitants slaves.
To impose culture and traditions.
To devastate everything.
To massacre entire generations.
To divide peoples.
To bribe the younger ones.
To deceive the most vulnerable.
To erase cities and monuments.
To debase hopes.
To pollute waters and skies.
To exploit and manipulate entire nations.
...
And then, if even one of us dares to come to them...
Here is the invasion, the immigration problem and the walls, the illegal migrants and everyone should stay their own home.
Unfortunately it is now late, it would take the time machine, to tie.
Otherwise, give us the chance to go back with the awareness of today, then we will see who the immigrants are and who the owners of their land and its riches...
Read also Stories and News
Follow me also on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter
"Hello," says the so-called immigrant to the alleged guardian of the denominated border, "we would like to enter your country."
"What right do you have to do that?"
"The right of asylum, you know, in my country my family and I are in perpetual danger because of the violence from drug traffickers and gangs."
"The right to asylum no longer exists, it has been abolished."
"I see, what about the right to survival?"
"I'm sorry, it was canceled by presidential decree just last week."
"The right not to die murdered?"
"Never heard, it must be a Fake News."
"And what about the right of my children to not be killed with bullets?"
"There was, look, if you had come an hour ago, you were still in time, but the latest update of the operating system has cut it."
"Oops, Dolores," the immigrant tells his wife, "I told you to be faster..."
The woman, carrying two newly weaned children and another attached to her skirt, does not reply and shows a distraught expression.
"Wait, I found it: the right to be treated as human beings?"
"That's still here, of course, it's obvious."
"So we can get in, right?"
"Not at all."
"Why?"
"Because just as human beings you cannot. If by pure example you were birds you would have flown freely over the wall, the same for flies, butterflies and beetles."
"Well, if we were dogs, sheep, even snakes, we would have entered without problems, but as humans..."
"As humans, nothing to do."
"It was better to be born animals, then?"
"Exactly."
The family is about to leave when the man returns to the border one last time.
"Excuse me, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"You and your friends, how did you get in the very first time?"
"Simple: we have exterminated the natives, occupied the land and gave it a new name, which is how you gain the most important right."
"Which is?"
"To decide who enters and who does not."
Read also Stories and News
Once upon a time there was a country.
A built one, or better, governed by words and lies.
A nation where the movement of Italian citizens from the south to the north in the last year has increased again.
Read also how the regular face of so-called economic migrants rob jobs and the future: the Italian immigrants...
It means, less young people in the south, less hope and optimism, and more votes to political parties who create phobias and fuel depression.
Once upon a time, there was also a land where, in the past year, foreign immigration was in sharp decline, even before the advent of the defending borders leaders.
A country, to be precise, that the rate of foreign immigration for every 1,000 residents places in the 22nd place in European ranking.
Once upon a time, therefore, the State where Italian and immigrant inhabitants were both diminished.
Once upon a time there were facts, that is, numbers*.
In short, reality.
At the same time, we have got a country where immigration is the problem.
That’s today Italy for real...
*Data from Istat (Italian National Institute of Statistics)
Read also Stories and News
Once upon a time there was a propaganda.
That is, the liar and interested voice.
Concerned about the click of the link as the fear, your fear.
I am talking about you, who read and above all believe what you are afraid of.
Think about Google News and search for the magic word.
Read what fills the dinner plate of those bad scribblers: immigrants.
Take for instance what happens in Italy, today.
Where some say that Tuberculosis returns as a "gift" from immigrants, as the Nazism did with Jews.
Migrants, Italy has exceeded the threshold limit: one in 10 citizens is a foreigner, says another one.
It is not a joke, the article titled and deepens this very concept, terrifying it: in the past it was zero in ten, today there is one!
Be scared!
The international lobby of the chic leftists wants to make us invaded by immigrants, tells another one.
Can you imagine the leaders of this sort of SP.E.C.T.R.E. in the attic of a skyscraper, elegant in their Che Guevara shirts planning departures and organize landings of migrants?
Well, if you cannot only imagine it, but also consider it to be plausible, the situation is serious for you, because they have now infected you for good.
Them, not the migrants.
And so on, other lies in the form of news, more smoke to obscure horizons and those who watch them.
Once upon a time there was the fascist propaganda and it is here again.
At the same time, there was once and we hope it will still be here.
The resistance…
Read also Stories and News
Once upon a time the Global Compact Migration.
That is, the recent UN document on immigration.
Once upon a time also who are against it.
Once upon a time, then, their brain.
And how to depict it? Imagine an empty room, large, but really bare.
As if you were invited to a party, you enter the hall and exclaim: "Isn’t nobody here? Anything at all? And did I hear so much noise from that?'
One day the aforementioned document approached the entrance of this kind of skull.
The latter, despite the vacuity of the meninges, proudly kept a sort of antivirus, focused on one enemy in particular: the brown people from overseas, to use a poetic euphemism.
Therefore, as soon as the sensors intercepted the word migration, they start to sound.
For your consideration, the Global Compact for Migration proposes some guidelines for managing migratory phenomena and reception policies for asylum seekers established thanks to the work of experts and operators on the field. The intent is, among other things, to combat and reduce the vulnerabilities of migrants, as well as to hinder the trafficking of human beings. The majority of European nations, including Germany and France, have already voted in favor, while the opposing are the countries that more or less recently elected governments that declare themselves to be averse to migrants.
But it is evident that in that emptiness mentioned above there is no trace of any solution to the problems of the world that foresees human empathy...
Read also Stories and News
Go home, shouts the man at the border, disguised as president.
Go home, seems to be the meaning of the border itself, rather than an imaginary line to give shape to the crowd’s delirium, in addition to atlases and globes.
Go home, yours or not, as long as it is not ours, they seem to sing as a choir, the disgraced mice who are following the false Piped Piper with orange hairpiece.
Go back where you came from, it could be the complete translation, further extending hatred and inhumanity of the used ink.
Only two words, he says, the elected bulwark to protect fears and pusillanimity among the low instincts of his people.
That is the manifesto of an old cry, already shouted out by the greatest rascals of past history.
Two words.
Well, while the soul suffering from chronic romance whispered I love, the creature left alone exclaimed I exist, the truly human being – before the question about who will not turn away from others, needed just one, me, that’s how we may summarize the vocabulary of the scarecrow made of straw and misery: go home.
You know what?
With impassive gait of their own path, the marching peoples obey the order received.
They will not stop.
Because the earth, all.
It is their home...
Read also Stories and News
The tyrant is angry.
It is not because a random guy thought he can travel from the world strictly south of his kingdom, and at the same time pretended to get close enough to look him straight in the eye.
Nor because this south is not so far. Since, as the overvalued boundary geography states, the Americas are two, not one, and Honduras is part of it as well as the US.
It is not because the lovers of hope and improbable horizons are more than one, but four thousand.
Nor because they reveal the intention to break through that wall of lies and folly between the land of reserved opportunities and Mexico.
Not because we talk about a caravan of migrants without any trace of fear of the sovereign liar.
He is infuriated the same.
He perfectly knows that the utopian plan will fail, the prospectors of the future have no chance of entering the naked king’s garden, undressed of every humanity’s fragment, and that the guards appointed to defend the world conquered thanks to native blood genocide, when the time comes, they do what they are paid for.
Still, the tyrant is enraged.
It never stops being so.
Because he also knows that out there, beyond the barbed wire that surrounds his heart, in every second myriads of perennially dreamy souls or simple fools can rise up.
Ready to invade his nightmares.
Courage, then
Let’s continue to infuriate the tyrants of this world...
Read also Stories and News
Worse than the prison.
That’s how the inmates used to define the detention centers for illegal immigrants in the United Kingdom, where more than twenty-five thousand people pass each year.
Rehabilitation is not provided.
There is no trial.
One judge, the government.
No defense attorney.
The prosecution does not need a witness.
No look for evidences.
While the strange type of defendant, guilty of poor birth, can not appeal to any court in the world.
There is no criminal sentence to be issued.
And, therefore, no limit to be affixed to the sentence’s duration.
Because it starts from afar – read as well that unfortunate first wandering on earth, and just as far away it will find peace.
There are cells, indeed.
So the guards and legalized abuses.
Anguish and fear.
The deafening silence on the sweet side of the barbed wire crown, the true boundary that divides the earth into two unequal parts.
Worse than the prison, yes it is.
But, feeling even more bitter, worse than life itself which the unwanted creatures escaped from...
Read also Stories and News
