Billy 🇦🇺

I can't speak for anyone else, but my objections to immigration are not so materialistic as feeling jealous that an Indian might outearn me or a Mexican might speak Spanish in front of me or whatever. It's not that those "quality of life" issues that are frequently cited aren't a factor, but my primary objection would still remain even if every immigrant perfectly LARPed as a white American. No, my objection is far deeper than that. I want a place that I can call home, that feels like home, that has some continuity with the place I grew up in. I want to be around people whose minds are fundamentally legible to me, who look like me, who speak like me, and with whom I have a shared ancestral history. I want to live among my own people, with our own ways, and be able to say, "this is home, this is where I belong, this is where I am rooted." I never wanted to be a deracinated, rootless nomad, but here we are. There is a deep pain that comes with seeing your home fundamentally altered beyond all recognition and to know that it can never come back. Even if every immigrant was sent home, I don't think the social fabric of American society would recover in my lifetime, if ever. Mass immigration has largely resulted in Americans adapting to the new low-trust society, with detrimental outcomes. Every one of these immigrants has a recognisable place to call home, a place to return to where their people and history and traditions remain as they left them, a place where their lineage has continuity. But they would happily deprive us of all these things they value and preserve for themselves just so they can enrich themselves at our expense. I've never met a single immigrant who felt even the least bit bad about their participation in destroying absolutely every single white European homeland. There is not a single place left in the world that I can reasonably call home. Not the country I grew up in, not any of the countries my ancestors came from. But they don't care. A lot of them even laugh about it and want to rub it in our faces. And my consolation prize for this is supposed to be... *checks notes* ...that Pedro and Pajit are thriving financially as a result of their exploitation of my homeland?