Another impeccable smackdown, this one an oldie but goldie from 2018.

WATCH: British State Media Hack Does Migrant Propaganda, Polish MEP Immediately Slaps Her Down
Having gone down a rabbit hole of Eastern Europe’s policies vis-à-vis Third World immigration, I came across a wild 2018 clip featuring Cathy Newman and Dominik Tarczyński, Member of the European Parliament (MEP) on the topic of Poland’s blanket refusal of “refugees.”

Cathy didn’t know what she was getting into. She must have thought she was dealing with a limp-wristed Tory or whatever passes for nationalism in Great Britain these days.

Eastern Europeans are built differently.

Cathy insists on calling them “refugees”; Tarczyński insists in turn on calling them illegal Muslim immigrants. Cathy is consternated that Tarczyński seems “proud” that his country rejects Muslim immigrants; Tarczyński is unfazed. Cathy asks how many “refugees” Poland has taken, and he gives her the exact answer, to which she responds by accusing him of — and you’ll be shocked — racism:

Zero…If you’re asking me about Muslim illegal immigration, none, not even one, will come to Poland, not even one if it’s illegal. We took over two million Ukrainians who are working, who are peaceful in Poland, we will not receive even one Muslim because this is what we promised…

This is why our government was elected. This is why Poland is so safe. This is the reason why we have not even one terrorist attack…We can be called populists, nationalists, racists, I don’t care. I care about my family and my country.

As well he might, and damn’ sure oughta. Onwards.

You might recall Cathy Newman from her self-immolating “interview” with Jordan Peterson that was actually just her shadow-boxing a caricature that she made up about him, which subsequently went viral for all the reasons she wished it hadn’t — a painful exhibition of the kind of straw manning the corporate state media is notorious for.

Yet here are the Polish handling their “refugee” crisis in the most appropriate manner possible, except that perhaps they are using non-lethal weapons like pepper spray instead of more determinative tools.

For the nonce, anyhow. Even so, I think it entirely safe to say that such-like dreadful escalation is almost certainly coming, and that right soon—in scattered at-risk subsectors, if not across whacking great swathes of Western Civ entire.

In any event, how refreshing it is that the leaders of Poland, Hungary, and other former Soviet-bloc nation-states remain sensible enough, indomitable enough, defiantly patriotic enough, to unapologetically put the interests of their own people first and foremost (the esteemed and estimable Hungarian PM Viktor Orban gets a mention in the cited article)—as opposed to the dickless so-called “leadership” of Great Britainistan and the EUnuch dogpile who are only too eager to tuck their tails fearfully, roll over onto their backs and present their yellow bellies in a piteous show of abject submission, and sell out their own subject populations for a mess of PC pottage.

For whatever bizarre reason, “leaders” of MZZXXX Newman’s despicable stripe always seem to be far more keen to attack, insult, and brutalize their own hapless countrymen than the designated “victim”-class colonizers du jour. Far be it from those lordly beings to commingle with the deplorable Other Ranks; simply unthinkable, to demean their exalted personages via deigning to root, snort, and swill at the slop-troughs of the mud-caked domestic Lower Orders right alongside the appalling Rayciss!!™ swine. Heaven forfend!

Not Our Kind, wot-wot! Now do be a dear, lovey: run along and fetch me another of your exquisite Melonball Martinis, woon’tchew? The SuperJumboPlus-sized flagon, if you please, with mounds and mounds of orange slices, lime and lemon wedges, Maraschino cherries, festive swizzle sticks, and those delightful miniature cocktail brollies, thenksveddymuch. Mind you don’t forget a wad of the small beverage nappies, me lass, printed in the most frightfully lurid colors to hand. Pip-pip and jolly good show, eh wot? I sye, THERE’S a good serving-wench! Give no attention to the overfed, bespectacled bugger bearing an uncanny resemblance to an overgrown frog in mismatched, spectacularly unfashionable clothing, there by the bar-counter waving his hand unctuously at you. To my undying shame I’m personally acquainted with the ill-favored blighter, we were at school together as boys. Take it from me, he’s a wrong ‘un: a pox, a right perisher, an absolute rotter—by way, actually, of being the neighborhood curse. Sod him! Off y’go then, and good luck to ye. Well done, tallyho, yoicks, topping, cheerio, and all that rubbish…

That being the case, trust Newman and her Globalist Ruling Class cohort to bark at their national brethren and sistren (a-HENH!) more ferociously, bite them more savagely, harass them more perfervidly, and oppress them more creatively, variously, and incessantly than they ever will anybody else. With the GRC©, it’s nothing but bowing, simpering rumpswabbery for immivader hordes, avowed-enemy shitrapies, and assorted plunderous beggar-nations. For the poor benighted sods they misrule, however, it’s the back of the hand, sneering contumely, and languorous disdain at best, neither more nor less.

Yes, both Over There and rat cheer in Amerika v2.0 as well, in case anybody was about to comfort themselves with a relieved sigh and the tired old standby, “Thank goodness it can never happen here!” Alas, it is my painful duty to inform you all, with utmost sorrow and regret, that oh yes it certainly can; in fact it has, it is, and it will continue to. That is, unless/until it is stopped—forcefully, unmercifully, decisively, beyond the most niggling possibility of misinterpretation, misrepresentation, or disputatious picking of nits. I refer you to Mike’s Iron Law #873, among several others, for confirmation, related observations in support of etc, tawdry sloganeering, and other random unpleasantness.

The GRC©’s arrogance is illimitable; their self-regard insufferable; their perspective badly skewed; their immoderation rampant, their compassion for their own Serf Class inferiors imperceptible. It’s the way of all pusillanimous pissants, see; it’s who they are, it’s what they do, always and forever, in every place, in every time. It cometh naturally to them, this ragged pastiche of traits, tendencies, and motivations born less of conscious thought and self-volition than of quasi-autonomic reflex.

As for the FUSA itself, if John and Betty Sue Normal want this unprecedented traducement of all and every precept of good governance, basic human decency, and the security and safety of their homes, their towns, and their very persons to stop (which, it appears that they do; I mean, how could they NOT, for Pete’s sake?), they must needs deal with the grotesque, sewer-crawling mutants of their own domestic Swamp-Critter Class who are responsible—directly, spitefully, heedlessly, intentionally, and with malice aforethought—for calling this unwarranted affliction down on their heads if they seriously hope to make it happen.

We all know full well what that means, what it will necessarily entail, whether we admit the cold, harsh reality to ourselves or not. So will we or won’t we, then? Only time will tell. And, I suspect, not a great deal more of it, either.

Speaking of those GRC© shitwits, a classic Monty Python skit would not go amiss, I shouldn’t think.