All-Ukrainian Association of Companies for International Employment chief Vasily Voskoboinik appeared on state television in February to push for mass migration, saying, “According to estimates by the International Organization for Migration”—a United Nations agency that preaches about immigration being “inevitable, desirable, and necessary”—” and the International Labour Organization, we will need 8.2 million workers.”
“We have a demographic catastrophe. Either we encourage our women to have more children, which would take 18–20 years to reflect in the labor market, or we must realistically seek labor migration from other countries,” Voskoboinik. He seeks to source the migrants from non-Western states and regions such as Bangladesh, Nepal, India, North Africa, and Central Asia—despite various studies showing that non-Western migrants are a massive net drain on the public finances in other European countries.
While watching "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire" in bed, I turned to my wife and asked, "Want to have sex?" Without even glancing my way, she replied, "No." "Is that your final answer?" I asked. "Yes," she said firmly. "Alright," I said, "then I’d like to phone a friend." And that’s when the fight began.
We went out to a restaurant, and the waiter took my order first. "I'll have the rump steak, rare," I said. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Aren’t you worried about the mad cow?" "Nah," I replied, "she can order for herself." And that’s when the fight began.
At her high school reunion, my wife couldn’t stop staring at a drunken man at a nearby table. "Do you know him?" I asked. "Yes," she sighed. "He’s my old boyfriend. I hear he started drinking right after we broke up and hasn’t been sober since." I said, "Wow! Who knew someone could celebrate that long?" And that’s when the fight began.
When the lawn mower broke, my wife kept hinting I should fix it, but I always had other priorities. One day, I came home to find her in the yard, cutting the grass with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. I watched for a moment, then silently went into the house. When I returned, I handed her a toothbrush and said, "When you’re done, you might as well sweep the driveway too." The doctors say I’ll recover, but I’ll always walk with a limp.
My wife sat next to me as I was flipping through channels. "What’s on TV?" she asked. "Dust," I replied. And that’s when the fight began.
One Saturday, I got up early to go fishing, but heavy rain and wind forced me to cancel. I quietly undressed and slipped back into bed, cuddling up to my wife. "Terrible weather out there," I whispered. Without turning around, she replied, "Can you believe my idiot husband went out fishing in this?" And that’s when the fight began.
For our anniversary, my wife hinted she wanted something shiny that could go from 0 to 150 in seconds. I bought her a bathroom scale. And that’s when the fight began.
When I went to apply for Social Security, I realized I’d forgotten my ID. The clerk asked me to unbutton my shirt, and when she saw my silver chest hair, she said, "That’s proof enough," and processed my application. Excitedly, I told my wife the story when I got home. She said, "You should’ve dropped your pants; they might’ve given you disability too." And that’s when the fight began.
One morning, my wife stood in front of the mirror, unhappy with her reflection. "I feel old, fat, and ugly," she said. "I need a compliment." I replied, "Your eyesight is perfect." And that’s when the fight began.
This morning, I rear-ended another car. The driver got out and turned out to be a dwarf. He glared at me and said, "I am NOT happy!" So I asked, "Well, which one ARE you then?" And that’s when the fight began.
One Christmas, I bought my mother-in-law a cemetery plot as a gift. The next year, I didn’t get her anything. When she asked why, I said, "Well, you haven’t used last year’s gift yet!" And that’s when the fight began.
Whites need a celebrity class that cares about White wellbeing. Right now celebrities only care about non-Whites.
Caring about the White race at least means opposing White Genocide.
The mainstream media could foster and harmonize a united White racial consciousness, which would prevent White Genocide. It could promote pro-White people as celebrities.
"Not long after sparking outrage inside and outside the country by barring right-wing frontrunner Calin Georgescu from running in May’s presidential election, Romania has barred another populist from the contest, attributing the decision to the candidate's supposedly unacceptable policy stances and "making declarations "contrary to democratic values."
Romania's electoral commission on Saturday announced that Diana Sosoaca would be banned from competing for the country's presidency. That news is troubling enough on its face, but the Central Election Bureau's rationale makes the development all the more chilling: Sosoaca is supposedly unfit for office because she has publicly voiced opposition to Romania's memberships in the European Union and NATO. ----- A 49-year-old European MP and leader of the nationalist S.O.S. Romania Party, Sosoaca has struck Trump-like tones in her oratory. When she filed her candidacy, she told supporters she was on a mission to "make Europe and Romania great again." Following the election commission's ruling, she posted a public letter to Trump, declaring that “the democratic system has been destroyed and the elections have already been rigged.” [MORE]:
Two weeks before Dallas, JFK was scheduled to appear in a motorcade in Chicago. He didn't go, because an FBI informant came forth with information that there'd be an assassin with a high-powered rifle in a tall building on the motorcade route, so they cancelled his appearance.
The informant: Lee Harvey Oswald.
Yes, he worked for the FBI--AND the CIA. And he and Ruby had known each other since Lee was a child.
And yes, Malcolm (Mac) Wallace, a Yale-educated hitman for LBJ, was on the 6th floor of the Texas Schoolbook Depository on 11/22, and his fingerprints were recovered and sent to the FBI lab, which identified him that night. HE WAS A HITMAN FOR LBJ