A white man moves to Mongolia, and he is living the good life. He does nothing all day. He lives in the Mongolian man’s tents for free, eats his food, and insults him to his face. He calls the falcon a pigeon. He calls the tents weird. He tells the man who feeds him that he looks down on him, all of him, all of them. He does jack sh!t all day, and he is proud of it.
The best part, he says, is that he never has to say thank you. He never has to be nice. He can insult his host, live off his generosity, and contribute nothing, and the moment anyone complains, it is racism. Lawsuits, the whole deal. He calls himself the untouchable minority, Thanos with all the stones, Sauron’s ring and the invisible cloak. He has figured out the system. Arrive, take, insult, and cry victim when anyone notices.
This is what modern immigration looks like, with the roles reversed so you can finally see it. Millions of people arrive in the West, live off the generosity of the people who built it, contribute nothing, insult their hosts, and cry racism the moment anyone complains. The bathrobe is the only difference. The West is full of men in bathrobes, living their best life on someone else’s dime, and the people paying for it are not allowed to say a word.
