Whereas most people in Europe have never even heard of Ceuta, I’m lucky enough to have been there. Granted, I was only seven at the time and I was on holiday in nearby Tangier with my parents. However, what made the day memorable was a small child’s cuckoo clock that my Dad bought me in a shop in the Plaza de Africa. I had that clock until well into my teens. So it is incredibly sad to see such a lovely place become the latest victim of Europe’s desire to be a landing strip for the Third World’s scumbags and criminals.
If anyone had any doubt that Europe was being invaded by incompatible people with criminal intent, that doubt should have been firmly dispelled by the disgraceful scenes we witnessed on our TV screens at the tail end of July. No less than 60,000 hysterical Arabs (and few can get more hysterical than that lot!) amassed on the border between Morocco and Ceuta, overwhelmed the border guards and local police force, and them ran amok in Ceuta itself shouting the usual “Alan’s snackbar” rubbish. In addition, they broke into homes, looted shops, started fires and stabbed various locals – one straight in the neck!
Why did this happen? Well, we all know the main political parties across both the UK and Continental Europe fellate the Satanic phallus of multiculturalism. Here, in the UK; in France; in Germany; in Ireland; in Sweden; in The Netherlands…..they all just can’t get enough of it. So keen is their desire to destroy the 1,000-year history of the Europe we used to know, that they throw down the welcome mats with the enthusiasm of the Green Men on the doors at a Harrods sale! Spain, under the thumb of a radical Left-wing Prime Minister whose party didn’t even secure the largest share of the vote, has gone still further!. Earlier this year, it proposed an amnesty to over 500,000 illegal migrants. There were protests in Madrid against this when I visited the city in February. Add in the recent Spanish Supreme Court ruling that said those arriving into Spanish territory via the sea couldn’t be deported, and you have the perfect storm. Many of those arriving illegally in Ceuta (and later Melilla) swam around the border fences with the aquatic dexterity of a bottlenose dolphin!
A predictably ignorant reaction from the British Left was that Ceuta and Melilla (250 miles further along the African coast) were ‘Spanish colonial possessions’. As somebody with paternal family roots in Northern Ireland, I am more than aware of this childish and simplistic notion that a patch of land separated from its mainland by water, but contiguous with another country, should somehow be part of that country. Forget history, identity, constitutional reality, political evolution and culture. In this case, forget the fact that Morocco didn’t even become a sovereign state until 1956, whereas Ceuta and Melilla were Spanish territories decades before even the Union of the Crowns between England and Scotland! In the eyes of those with a baby brain, they’re part of the Africa so should belong to Morocco. I have news for you: They shouldn’t!
Spain’s government could have had a permanent garrison of the Spanish Army patrolling the borders between these two cities and the Moroccan state. An Army battalion could have stopped this. Instead, tumbleweed. A small cluster of border guards and local police. Why? Because the Spanish government, like the aforesaid governments above, in essence no longer really believes in sovereign borders. In the European Union, they’ve had the precious notion of internal national boundaries proselytized out of them thanks to years of the Schengen Agreement. When I travelled by coach from London to Rome in August 1986, we experienced border checks between the United Kingdom and Belgium; Belgium and Luxembourg; Luxembourg and France; France and Switzerland; and finally Switzerland and Italy. Of the 36 hours the journey took, the border checks took no longer than a combination of about 100 minutes. I think that was a small sacrifice to make in order to keep Europe far more demographically and culturally homogenous that it is now. Tragically, and probably irreversibly, the majority of politicians across the European Union (and certainly in Britain) no longer concur with that analysis. Good for them. They’ll never have to live alongside, or experience the consequences of, a Europe with a flaccid southern flank and porous internal borders that attract legions of Islamic and African fighting-age men. As for the rest of us, we’ll just have to go on seeing streets lined with increasing numbers of anti-car-ramming barriers, restrictions on speech, efforts to hide the criminality of those our governments have imported, and every other negative that’s accompanied this 30-year Bogdanov experiment. For like that tragic Russian scientist, European governments are mixing bloods that should never have been mixed! Unlike Bogdanov, they don’t intend to perish as a result of what they’ve done. They find it far more spiriting to let us ordinary folk take the fall on their behalf!
We’re told now they’ve all gone home. Even that is a lie! Thousands remain, unwilling to go back to whence they came (copying millions of others throughout western Europe, by the way). The demographic transformation of this continent is being fast tracked, and you can be certain more than a few of those who arrived in Ceuta will, at some point, be seen on inflatable dinghies heading for the Kent coast at Folkestone. The demise of our nations, history and culture can’t come soon enough for those who lead us. I see the likes of Burnham, Macron, Sanchez, Merz et al as human wrecking balls – determined to smash every building block of what makes us British, French, Spanish or German respectively. When I think of the centuries of rich European history and what remarkable achievements the various countries of this continent have made, I weep for the future these monsters have in store for us. But I experience only sadness, not anger. For to have anger is to believe that something is still worth fighting for. Alas, the electoral experiences of Makerfield, Manchester, Gorton and Denton have taught me enough people in this country are basically no longer deserving of such efforts.
