Fuck Off Somewhere Else, in full effect.
In just about every Western society I am aware of there is a sizable minority of probably between 10 and 20 per cent of the population who appear to be deeply and profoundly unhappy about the shape and the direction of their own country. This sentiment ranges from a sheer hatred and loathing of the society, which is deemed irredeemably unjust, oppressive, racist, and any number of other characteristics usually ending in -ist or -phobic, and it only deserves to survive if radically transformed, all the way to a milder disappointment and despondency that the society (and the general population) constantly fail to live up to one’s standards of what is good and desirable.
To all these people I always want to say: You know that you are not imprisoned and kept by force where you are, don’t you? If you really so passionately dislike just about everything about your country, you have to ask yourself a question – why suffer? why keep putting yourself through this endless unhealthy rage and frustration? There are many different types of societies around the world, some of which are without doubt a lot closer to your vision of what an ideal community should be like. Wouldn’t you be happier living somewhere else? It just doesn’t make sense to me that you would want to live in a place you don’t like when you have options to live in places you would.
Indeed, I would say that most people in that 10-20 per cent perpetually unhappy and whiny minority are the long-standing residents and only a minority of this minority happen to be the first generation immigrants. Most migrants, in fact, are both happy and grateful to be in their second home.
But whether you are a tenth generation or a first generation American (or Australian or British or French) you are always free to FOSE and I would really encourage you to do so. For your own sake. I’m a great believer that people as much as possible should be able to live in a society that reflects their values; if this is not possible in a country A then you should consider country B, C or D as your options for a much more fulfilling life, surrounded by people much like yourself, who will provide you with a real sense of community you are clearly not experiencing at the moment.
So to Reps. Ilhan Omar of Minnesota, Ayanna Pressley of Massachusetts, Rashida Tlaib of Michigan, and Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez of New York, clearly with exception of the Mogadishu-born Omar, you can’t go to where you come from but you all can FOSE to a number of other wonderful countries around the world that embody your socialist aspirations much more than the United States. There is Venezuela, there is Cuba, there is any number of countries in the so called developing world that are more statist and more communitarian than the decadent West. There is also Scandinavia, which taxes a lot more and spends a lot more on the welfare state, though you might be disappointed to discover that the Nordics aren’t as socialist as you have been led to believe. But in any case, believe me, I would love nothing more to see each one of you happy and feeling truly at home. It breaks my heart to watch you suffer as you do at the moment. It’s like seeing people staying in relationships with completely incompatible partners, leaving them depressed, unhappy, unfulfilled. You have the power to change you circumstances. Consider all option, choose happiness. I did; so can all of you.
Hell with all that; personally, I don’t give a fat rat’s patoot whether a curdled, toxic bint like Omar is happy or not. What I DO care about is never having to endure another word of ignorant, self-righteous hectoring from the likes of her again. As an ungrateful, arrogant, narcissistic shrew incapable of appreciating the country that generously rescued her from a nasty, brutish, and probably short life in the shitholiest of shithole countries, I’d like nothing better than to see her ass shipped straight back to that wretched scar on the landscape where she was hatched. By force if necessary; I’m sure no more than two or three stout US Marines could handle physically rassling her into the cargo hold of whatever battered old C47 we dug up for her final flight back to Shitstainistan.
Omar, happy? In light of the character defects and personal shortcomings made so appallingly apparent by her daring to obnoxiously upbraid the very benefactor-nation that plucked her out of a hellish snakepit to provide her with the kind of safe, secure, comfortable life she could never have dreamed of attaining back home, I very much doubt it’s even a possibility for her. Her own vile nature condemns her to everlasting misery. Where I come from, that’s called justice.