SWANSONG:

ON THIS 250TH INDEPENDENCE DAY CELEBRATION, PUT AWAY THE BASEBALL AND APPLE PIE AND PICK UP CRICKET AND CURRY.

NEW YORK—Well, the silver lining is that President Trump has at last grown intolerant of the insidious encroachments of Zionist influence (sadly, this progress did not last long), which is a parasite slowly killing this once great nation and the world. Yet the sobering reality remains: America’s crown jewel of commerce, New York City, once a beacon of grandeur and grit, has become an alien landscape, utterly estranged from the iconic metropolis it once was. Its transformation is not merely cosmetic but emblematic of a deeper cultural and civilisational disfigurement that was more catastrophic than the terrorist attacks that occurred early on the morning of Tuesday, September 11th, 2001! New York City, which saw an invader from El Salvador hunt down an attorney general with a machete, did not always resemble the exaggerated parody portrayed in Grand Theft Auto IV. Once the beating heart of American independence, it embodied the nation’s struggle and renewal. New York City stood as a symbol of defiance and rebirth. After Washington’s retreat and the British occupation in 1776, the city endured years under martial law, with more patriots dying in British prison ships than in battle. Yet it was here that Washington triumphantly returned in 1783 and where he was inaugurated as the first President in 1789. The city, briefly the nation’s capital, flourished in the 19th century through the Erie Canal and bold urban planning. That legacy now feels like a phantom, fading beneath the weight of modern decay. The population of New York City grew from 7.5 million in 1940 to 8.8 million in 2020, with significant ethnic “diversification”; non-Hispanic Whites dropped from over 90% in the early 20th century to 30.9% in 2020.

Though originally forged solely by the industrious hands of Anglo-Saxon and Dutch Protestant settlers—men and women whose cultural legacy laid the groundwork for American enterprise and civic order—New York City now hosts one of the most sizable Muhammadean populations in the United States. New York has a Muhammadean population so sizable that there are even gatherings in public to sing the same prayers of the suicide bombers that slaughtered the valiant sons of Uncle Sam, who unknowingly were dispatched as mercenaries to defend the illegitimate borders of Israel, all while America’s sovereignty gets raped by hordes of mutants who crawled out of the cesspools of the Global South. Strikingly, a significant portion of this community resides close to the hallowed ground where the Twin Towers once stood—an area forever marked by the tragic events of September 11th. This decline is thrown into even sharper relief by the political rise of Zohran “Slumdog Gorillionaire” Mamdani, the Indian Muslim hipster-turned-communist whose strides toward the mayor’s office serve as a surreal marker of just how far the city has strayed from its foundational identity. Like the scat-swamp slums of New Delhi, Mamdani defecated on the political ambitions of former New York Governor, granny killer, and sexual predator (as a fellow guido, we certainly are worthy competitors for the rapiest ethnicity, which also has Indians, Jews, Arabs, Bangladeshis, mestizos, Pakistanis, negros, etc., vying for the coveted title), Andrew Cuomo, bringing a humiliating end to his hopes for a comeback. This forced Cuomo to concede, despite leading Mamdani inmost Democratic primary polls. Mamdani, who called for a global intifada, has been outspoken in his condemnation of the illicit and genocidal occupation of the Holy Land by Zionist swine, a stance that lays bare the deepening fractures within the Democratic Party—where the rhetoric of diversity now masks an escalating civil war of clashing loyalties and irreconcilable worldviews. Soon, the Democratic Party may cease to exist—but so too will the nation and its’ founding stock it grew to resent, undermine, and ultimately betray. In its relentless jihad of fragmentation under the banner of progress and diversity, the party has not only hollowed out its own foundation but also helped dismantle the very republic that gave it purpose, betraying the people and principles that once defined America.

Mamdani, the son of a prominent academic and a filmmaker, and a scion of the upper Gujarati caste, cloaks vengeance in the language of liberation, wielding the Talmudic delsuion of socialism (while both Sweden and Yugoslavia had similar socialist systems, Sweden’s ethnic homogeneity ensured stability, while Yugoslavia’s diversity led to collapse—proving ideology can’t replace identity), which over a third of Americans now foolishly view favourably, and policies like his rent freeze, backed by over 75% of New York City voters, not as a means of uplift but as an instrument of historical revenge. Campaigning as an avowed socialist, he champions the radical redistribution of wealth from White communities to non-White constituencies, recasting economic fairness as a mechanism for demographic and cultural retribution. His platform of seizing the means of production transforms classical class warfare into a racialised struggle, echoing the legacy of “Necklacing Nelson” Mandela and Robert Mugabe, whose revolutions veiled ethnic reprisals in the garb of anti-colonial resistance. Even Pol “Phemboi” Pot (welcome to the ricefields), the mad lad behind Southeast Asia’s killing fields, fused Maoist dogma with genocidal hatred toward lighter-skinned ethnic groups—French, Cham, Chinese, and Vietnamese alike. Mamdani walks in their ideological shadow, his rhetoric sharpened not by the promise of unity but by the impulse to settle historical scores. Despite appearing to stand on opposite ends of the political spectrum, failed presidential candidate Vivek Ramaswamy, much like his fellow pajeet, Mamdani, harbours a deep-seated resentment toward the very nation that welcomed them—despite neither being born of the glorious White Protestant tradition that formed its cultural and civilisational bedrock. Beneath their divergent rhetoric lies a shared impulse: to redefine, deconstruct, or repudiate the foundational identity of the country that made their ascension feasible. Beginning in the mid-1990s, Indian immigration to the United States surged dramatically, reaching approximately 90,000 arrivals in the year 2000 alone, with an enormous influx occurring from 1980 to 2019.

By 2023, this trend had crystallised into a dominant presence within the high-skilled labour pipeline, with Indian nationals securing 279,386 H-1B visa approvals (tech companies accounted for 20% of all H-1B visas granted by the United States), accounting for a staggering 72.3% of all such visas issued that year. Since the passage of the Luce-Celler Act of 1946 —which dismantled the “Asiatic Barred Zone” imposed by the 1917 Immigration Act and overturned decades of exclusion cemented by cases like United States v. Bhagat Singh Thind, which classified Indians as orientals—the Indian invasion in the American homeland has swelled to approximately 5.2 million, which include Usha Bala Chilukuri, who had the privilege of showing her bobs and vagene to and being potty-trained by Vice President J.D. Vance. From there, the Luce-Celler Act served not merely as a legal reform, but as a harbinger of civilizational upheaval—one that would find its fullest expression in the Hart-Celler Act of 1965. Prior to its passage—and alongside sustained efforts by Jewish organisations to dismantle existing immigration restrictions—the United States remained approximately 85% White. Its immigration system, though flawed, was broadly oriented toward preserving the cultural and demographic continuity of its founding stock. This continuity reflected the original spirit of We the People, a phrase that did not denote a boundless abstraction, but rather a specific civilizational identity, “a people descended from the same ancestors, speaking the same language, professing the same religion, attached to the same principles of government, very similar in their manners and customs.” In this context, as outlined by Founding Father John Jay, immigration policy was not merely administrative—it was existential, shaping the character and cohesion of the nation itself. The Hart-Celler Act of 1965 would mark the beginning of the end for that consensus, laying the demographic and ideological groundwork for a quiet revolution in American nationhood.

By stripping immigration policy of racial and ethnic considerations, the Hart-Celler Act flung open the gates to mass migration from the Global South, particularly from Asia, Africa, and Latin America. In doing so, it discarded the cultural coherence and demographic continuity of the American founding stock in favour of an ideology of indiscriminate inclusion. The Act’s emphasis on family reunification over national interest triggered a cascade of chain migration, allowing entire clans to resettle in the United States based on a single immigrant’s entry. This effectively ensured that immigration would no longer be merit-based or culturally selective, but instead driven by exponential chain migration. Once a single migrant gained entry, an entire extended lineage could follow—irrespective of their assimilation potential or loyalty to American ideals. This dynamic was further weaponised by the deliberate distortion of the 14th Amendment and the exploitation of birthright citizenship (Rogue judges tried to block Trump’s originalism, only to be checked by the Supreme Court, sparking media hysteria), wherein children born on U.S. soil—so-called anchor babies—automatically received full citizenship, regardless of their parents’ legal status or national allegiance. In tandem, these mechanisms transformed the immigration system into a self-perpetuating demographic machine—one that eroded the founding conception of “We the People”, which was “drawn together by religion, blood, language, manners and customs, undisturbed by former feuds or prejudices” (see John Dickinson’s Fabius 8 papers).It is difficult to celebrate America’s semiquincentennial anniversary when the nation that was founded no longer exists, replaced by a borderless, unrooted abstraction, increasingly alien to the civilisation that once built the once glorious republic. It is not enough to exile criminal illegal aliens to the swamplands of Florida; any American with an ounce of patriotism must confront the deeper issue—deporting the century-long generations of foreign occupation to truly reclaim and liberate our homeland.

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