Sweden’s PM Vows Change in Migration Policy to the ‘EU’s Strictest’. By Christine Williams.
Center-Right Swedish Prime Minister Ulf Kristersson has finally declared a drastic shift in the immigration policy of a once-peaceful country that has become a haven for the most violent foreign gangs, due to its infamous open-door welcome at the height of the migration crisis that has continued since 2015. Kristersson announced that Sweden is changing its “migration policy to the EU’s strictest.” …
Since 2016, police in Sweden admitted losing control of 55 no-go zones. By 2017, Swedish politicians were calling for the army to be deployed to these areas. That same year, Sweden was reportedly on the brink of civil war, as its National Police Chief Dan Eliasson spoke on national television and pleaded for assistance: “Help us, help us”
In 2020, Muslim migrant gangs were terrorizing Sweden’s streets with bombings and murders, while the global spotlight on Sweden has been over so-called “Islamophobic” Qur’an burning incidents. …
National Police Chief Anders Thornberg now warns that Swedish gangs are growing by 1,000 new recruits a year.
As many as 30,000 people in Sweden are involved in criminal networks, the country’s justice minister said ….describing the figure as “breathtaking” and vowing to introduce new legislation to fight organized crime.
Between January and May 2023 alone, Swedish police recorded, on average, one completed bomb detonation every two days. …
The culprits get off scot free, their righteousness and wealth intact:
Failed globalist politicians and their suicidal immigration policies are not the ones facing the inevitable consequences of their own recklessness, and they manage to dodge demands for responsible immigration policies by calling anyone who questions them “racists.”
Those same politicians continue to live and retire high on the hog and with personal security.
Would the left’s leaders do it again, if given the chance? Probably. It’s in their nature.
One day, a scorpion looked around at the mountain where he lived and decided that he wanted a change. So he set out on a journey through the forests and hills. He climbed over rocks and under vines and kept going until he reached a river.
The river was wide and swift, and the scorpion stopped to reconsider the situation. He couldn’t see any way across. So he ran upriver and then checked downriver, all the while thinking that he might have to turn back.
Suddenly, he saw a frog sitting in the rushes by the bank of the stream on the other side of the river. He decided to ask the frog for help getting across the stream.
“Hellooo Mr. Frog!” called the scorpion across the water, “Would you be so kind as to give me a ride on your back across the river?”
“Well now, Mr. Scorpion! How do I know that if I try to help you, you wont try to kill me?” asked the frog hesitantly.
“Because,” the scorpion replied, “If I try to kill you, then I would die too, for you see I cannot swim!”
Now this seemed to make sense to the frog. But he asked. “What about when I get close to the bank? You could still try to kill me and get back to the shore!”
“This is true,” agreed the scorpion, “But then I wouldn’t be able to get to the other side of the river!”
“Alright then … how do I know you wont just wait till we get to the other side and THEN kill me?” said the frog.
“Ahh…,” crooned the scorpion, “Because you see, once you’ve taken me to the other side of this river, I will be so grateful for your help, that it would hardly be fair to reward you with death, now would it?!”
So the frog agreed to take the scorpion across the river. He swam over to the bank and settled himself near the mud to pick up his passenger. The scorpion crawled onto the frog’s back, his sharp claws prickling into the frog’s soft hide, and the frog slid into the river. The muddy water swirled around them, but the frog stayed near the surface so the scorpion would not drown. He kicked strongly through the first half of the stream, his flippers paddling wildly against the current.
Halfway across the river, the frog suddenly felt a sharp sting in his back and, out of the corner of his eye, saw the scorpion remove his stinger from the frog’s back. A deadening numbness began to creep into his limbs.
“You fool!” croaked the frog, “Now we shall both die! Why on earth did you do that?”
The scorpion shrugged, and did a little jig on the drownings frog’s back.
“I could not help myself. It is my nature.”
Then they both sank into the muddy waters of the swiftly flowing river.
Self destruction – “Its my Nature”, said the Scorpion…
hat-tip Stephen Neil
