Opening The Floodgates

[Douglas Mercer]

Douglas Mercer
August 26 2023

It’s become official that America’s door is wide open and this last bit of evidence (as if any more were needed) will convince even the stragglers and the doubters and the woefully recalcitrant; when we say that America’s door (that famous golden door!) we don’t mean it metaphorically or in a hyperbolic way, we meant it literally. They are getting a bit too on the nose down there at the former border, not only do they have an open door but they’ve taken the door and welded it open. Just to make sure you see, they don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea, that just because there is a door it can be shut. Not this door. This door is open now, will be open in the future, and will be open always, it will still be open when across the once bountiful North American continent the pitiful survivors of the Race Apocalypse hunt and gather through the scrap metal Road Warrior landscape. That’s why they welded it open. Not welded it shut mind you, not under lock and key, they’ve thrown away the key and there is no lock, and the gatekeeper is dead, and the door is permanently swinging free. Eventually they’ll just take the door off the hinges to make the official more official still.

“Thousands of migrants (August 21 2023) are flowing across the US border in Arizona every day — literally through open floodgates that have made the Tucson post the busiest point of illegal entry into the country. US officials have inexplicably welded open 114 massive gates along the Arizona border to allow water to flow freely during the annual monsoon season.”

Sometimes a satirist must shrug his shoulders and say they’ve got him beat, it’s too rich for his blood. Reality like this is not subject to exaggeration or burlesque because it is itself exaggeration and burlesque---the outlandish has now become the quotidian, and it leaves you a simple reporter of fact. In this way the farcical representations are the mundane: yes, they’ve gone and welded open doors at the border so there is no possibility to shut them. It would be good for a good laugh if it were not so very real, it would be a rich vein for travesty were it not so tragic. But the reporter who said that this welding open is “inexplicable” has not been paying attention and his naiveté is showing, he has not got into the full swing of the outrages that are being perpetrated. For there is nothing inexplicable about it. They might use the “monsoons” as a pretext or a “plausible” fig leaf, but welding open that door is their lifelong dream. You remember the rending of Jewish garments that came along when it was proposed to build a wall; a million clod brained morons said we need to “build bridges not walls” which intellectually speaking is the moral equivalent of “we are all equal in the eyes of God”—that is vapid statements whose mental nutritional value is nil. In fact it is less than nil, it being whatever the ideological and philosophical counterpart is of rotting your teeth and brining on the specter of death and diabetes.

“But the move is also letting an average of 1,400 migrants walk into the country daily — with overwhelmed and outnumbered border agents practically helpless to stop them. We thought the agents were going to tell us something, one Ecuadorean migrant said. But we just walked in. Another from Cuba said: It was so easy to get into the US. Nothing like our journey through Mexico. That part was hard, he added. I thought there was going to be more security.”

Clearly that brown fellow has not been an avid follower of the news cycle or an information maven; if he had been he’d have known it was going to be a cakewalk, a picnic, and a day at the beach all rolled into one; it was going to be a danger free crossing and a walk in the park; the phrase “open borders” has now become all too literal; the cities of Mexicali and Calexico used to be clever plays on words, but now where one country starts and the other ends, or the other ends and the others begins is a great big fiction; and there are no points of demarcation; perhaps California, Arizona and Texas are just Northern Mexico; or perhaps Northern Mexico is just the newest state in the Union, the fifty-first and final. And as far as passports go they might as well throw them in the ocean or stamp them in bold brown letters with the word “DISASTER”; but either way whether they come by boat or plane or foot once they’ve crossed the jungle or they’ve made it through the desert, once they approach the spot where those now quaint and outdated maps indicate the theoretical and representational beginning of America is, or was, they can start eating pork and beans and humming Yankee Doodle Dandy, because for all intents and purposes they are one of us—the two “countries” having been fused in an unholy fusion.

“Video shows a group of around 50 migrants strolling through the opened gates and into the US in a matter of seconds, with nobody stopping or questioning them. Migrants are capitalizing on the open floodgate blunder, arriving by the busload to the border as if they were casual tourists. Once across, they turn themselves in to border agents and say they are seeking asylum. Border Patrol agents call them give-ups.”

Again the open door, the welded open door, is no blunder; it’s the plan. It’s really a crime but it is one evil deed that will go unpunished. Lickety split the word goes out and flashes across the handheld devices and pretty soon streams of never-ending convoys are rushing into the breach; they all pile out and simply traipse and waltz across like it’s nobody’s business (certainly not ours!) and begin to make themselves at home and stretch their legs in their new digs. It used to be the trek to America was shot through with perils; a 1983 film called El Norte showed the invaders crossing the border in a rat laden sewer pipe; the scene is full of phobia and panic and shows the arduous nature of the crossing. And then when the illegal interlopers are finally in America the film depicts the travails and difficulties of “life in the shadows.” An accurate contemporary film would be something on the order of Hector And Juan’s Excellent Adventure, where the protagonists head out on a lark, wander casually in, and get set up with the good life replete with plenty of cerveza, chicken music, and inordinately generous federal and state handouts. Gone will be the high drama and the sad or ominous music, this will be a light comedy where nothing can go wrong and the “heroes” fall basackwards into an embarrassment of riches. Indeed they don’t have to give themselves up, no rats bar their way, no dangers stalk them, it’s a lazy day in America as they make demand after demand that the compliant so-called authorities meet at every point without demur.

“Each of the 114 gates in Arizona, which have been open for nearly two months, has 12-foot doors wide enough for a motorcycle to drive through. Migrants come by the busload to the Mexican side of the border, where they get off and simply walk into the US. Border Patrol sources said the call to open the gates came from several federal agencies, including the National Park Service. We tried to shut the gates but the order came down that we had to leave them open, one source said. You wouldn’t leave the front door of your house open in a bad neighborhood.”

You don’t leave the front door of your house open in a bad neighborhood unless, of course, you are a psychopath who wants your family dead. These people who still think it strange or odd that the door would be welded open, who scratch their heads and can’t make hide nor hair of it, are really too stupid to live. This door was not welded open by mistake, it was not made to be permanently open as a by-product of something else, it was the basic design, was the inherent policy, not a bug but a feature. These raving innocents still think that the open border is just another wrong-headed policy, something misguided that can be rectified when sound and sane legislation is enacted. What they don’t know is that the Jews have been trying to kill off White people since time out of mind and this welded open door, though a bit too on the oversized Jewish nose, is just the most recent glaring example of long-standing machinations. And what they don’t know will kill us.

“Unlike the largely South American migrants who have been nabbed crossing into Texas, the immigrants coming to Arizona are from throughout the globe, including India, Egypt and China. And unlike many South American migrants, who are typically disheveled, exhausted and weary from a long and treacherous trek across the barren land, the migrants at Tuscon look more like vacation travelers. Understaffed border agents can do little to stop them.”

There’s the old saw that you can rebuild your city in the wake of an atomic blast but you’ll never survive an influx of negros and it’s the pure and unalloyed truth; seventy years on the radiation and the fallout fades but unlike the fruits of loving kindness niggers are forever. In July 2023 42,561 migrants were encountered at the Tuscon border post, a huge jump over the June 2023 number of 27,294. Tuscon now tops traditionally busier border spots at El Paso and Laredo in Texas, where 24,352 and 26,627 border crossings, respectively, were reported in June 2023. When all these mind-numbing numbers tumble in your imagination you’ll see why the real import of this story is not even so much the welded shut door, as on point as that is; but why they say (in bad faith) they welded it open: monsoons. For no image has occurred to the mind of White men more than the inundation of water when it comes to the dusky hordes filing in. We have the rising tide of color, race swamping, waves of immigrants, and Jew Eric Kaufmann saying that no more than King Canute can control the waves can we stop the flood of immigrants. Here comes the flood, as has been said; here comes the tsunami and the hurricane; here come the squalls and the torrential rains; here they come in the form of endless numbers of Chinamen, Ghanans, Squatemalans, Haitians and the rest. When the creek rises and the gods are unwilling they overflow the banks, they spread out of over the flood plains and destroy everything in their path like liquid ravaging locusts; perhaps you can tread water for a while, perhaps you can’t; but when the dam breaks and the sheer force of the water rolls through you’re in over your head and your race drowns. You may try to fight your way out but no lifeboat is on the way, no NGO backed rescuers ply those waters, and you’ll find the door is welded shut tight as you gasp your last and sink like a stone.

[Jim Mathias]

Understaffed border agents can do little to stop them.

I'd believe it if their understaffing were the only cause. The criminal regime in Washington, D.C. has decreed they be understaffed. The orders are that those border agents stand by and let the flood of third world refuse pour in. Instructions from D.C. are that no one in government pay interfere with the invasion. The political will is to make this happen deliberately.

We too can be as organized as government and their lead and support institutions, and have a will to achieve our own security. Perhaps not in the exact form and fashion, but certainly one that fits our needs. Our program located at https://www.natall.com/about/what-is-th ... -alliance/ gives a clearer picture of what we must achieve.

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