Wednesday, November 1, 2017

How Many More Corpses Need To Pile Up On Our Streets Before The Gutless Political Class Decide To Stop Importing More Of It?

Within hours after the Manhattan truck attack, Governor Cuomo, Mayor de Blasio and a host of other New York chief muckety-mucks gathered at NYPD Headquarters for an obligatory press conference to give New Yorkers and the rest of America an impotent nod signaling this is the way we must now live; nothing can be done about it.
Mayor de Blasio declared, “The last thing the President or anyone else should do is politicize this tragedy. We have to find out what happened here.  That work’s going to be done by the FBI, by the NYPD and all of our partners to determine exactly who this man is, what moved him to this horrible act, what’s going on? Is there any bigger ramification? That’s what we should be focused on.”
The mayor warned against “casting aspersions on whole races of people or whole religions or whole nations,” saying it only makes the situation worse. 
Governor Cuomo asserted, “We go forward together. And we go forward stronger than ever. We're not going to let them win.  We'll go about our business. Be New Yorkers. Live your life. Don't let them change us.”
There are about 3.35 million Muslims in the United States right now, according to recent Pew Research Center’s Factank figures.  Let that sink in for a moment.
On any given day, whether it’s New York, London, Stockholm, Berlin, Nice, Brussels, Paris, Manchester, Orlando or San Bernardino your loved ones or mine will leave home and never return because some ISIS-loving psycho killer is hiding in plain sight because of a blind lottery system called the Diversity Visa Program.  By all means, let’s spin the “Mass Murderer for Allah” wheel.
Who can forget a tearful Chuck Schumer holding back tears on January 29, 2017 while denouncing President Trump’s Executive Order on immigration and refugees?
The price of maintaining the gutless political class’ delusion on unvetted and chain immigration is more blood on the pavement.
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