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As if I hadn't fried my brain with pizzagate already, 6 months later I found myself working a journalist desk in Tunisia during the chaotic aftermath of the fall of Gaddafi when he was sodomized with bayonets in the streets of Tripoli after being deposed by the Clinton cartel and globalist vampires
It's 2017, and I took the job thinking I was going to be a gonzo war journalist, but was boxed in by my editors to write about "cultural activities" like camel racing
Tripoli at this point was still a warzone ran by competing factions of warlords, some backed by the West, others backed by the Muslim Brotherhood
I had a fixer who i would meet for the occasional beer and couple of merguez sausages in a smokey hotel bar and he told me a story that opened my eyes to exactly how the mass migration of military aged subsaharan african men was ran through the open slave markets of the now destroyed Libya and into Europe
Here's the picture he painted for me:
Imagine a fleet of large trucks arriving every week in villages all throughout subsaharan west Africa - countries like Gabon, Togo, Niger, Burkino Faso, and Guinea-Bissau
Men aged 18-30 would be picked up, given phones, money, clothes, and some food and hauled up through the sahara desert with promises of reaching the El Dorado that is Europe for free handouts and the pick of any white women they want
Let's say on any particular day 10 men from 10 villages were picked up, filling a truck to 100 capacity. By the time the truck made it to Tripoli, half of them were dead, either through fighting, being left in the desert, hijacked by other traffickers
So now you've got 50 of that original 100 in Tripoli, but they've got to make it to the port, avoid open slave markets, militia, drug gangs, and street bombings. Let's halve that again, and now you've got 25 military aged African men at the Southern coast of the mediterranean.
They get stuffed in a boat with the surviving 25 from other trucks, money exchanges hands from one trafficking group to the next to the next at each leg of the journey.
The rubber dinghy goes across the sea and as its reaching the South of Spain or Italy it starts to sink. Some of the guys have already expired from dehydration, many of them find out they don't know how to swim.
5 of the original 100 that were picked up in Niger have made it to Spain.
Now imagine what those 5 guys are like: They would be hard, ruthless, brutal motherfuckers
And what they want is what they've been promised
Your land, your culture, your women, your daughters, your money, your food, your drugs
They don't give a fuck about you or anything you represent, and they certainly aren't asylum seekers
They want to rape your women, piss on your idols, attack your young boys, and run your streets, and they feel like they've earned it
These migrants have gone through their own personal hell to get to Europe so they feel completely entitled to the spoils of their journey
And the kicker of it all, that really red pilled me, is when my fixer told me who was responsible for the funding of this entire operation
NGOs from inside Europe, but when you lift the lid and see where the funding for those NGOs really came from?
A little country in the middle east with a lot of money and a lot of power. I think you can guess which one I'm talking about
In fact it was a running joke that the migrants themselves preferred traveling with Israeli backed traffickers because it was understood that they were better funded and more likely to get to Europe than the smaller Arab trafficking networks
