Counter-Currents
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These are not some low-caste untouchables
washing their rags in the Ganges river.
They leave their dirty underwear for fools
to pick up, waiting for nuns to deliver
fettuccine all’Alfredo, which they
refuse to eat, demanding roasted goat.
Like fetid garbage they befoul broad day,
complaining of bad service; smile and gloat
how they had crossed il mare. How they cast
the weak to sharks is never in their story.
Now they carouse at the patina feet
of poor Giordano Bruno. They cling fast
to bright skirts with black eyes in Campo de Fiori,
mandarins beloved by the elite.
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I don’t entirely get it. I guess it’s satire directed at that class right below the top who toady. Like the white neocons, your bushes and Cheney’s? I like the quip “how they threw the weak to the sharks” though.
It’s about those thousands of third-world migrants who travelled to Italy on overcrowded boats and when they arrived were helped ashore and catered to hand & foot. They rejected the Italians’ regular food and wanted their own, what they ate in their lands of origin. Yes, it is true.
Oh of course, why mandarins though?
“…why mandarins though?”
Because they speak “the new common language”… and are “the new bureaucrats” of our future, according to the traitorous elite and their masters, the (((True Elite))).
That’s the impression I get, anyway.
They travel not on “overcrowded boats”, but they are picked up just a few miles from the coast by German (!) NGOs, and are brought directly to my country with the best social system. There is a complete industry in Germany, so that they travel save and warm.
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