Why? Great reading!
They have got little else to do, freezing their asses off.
They are scattered, teeth chattering, across a vast underpopulated wilderness, just waiting, sitting ducks really, for a billion or so of teeming, starving, chinks to migrate across their bare poorly guarded border, and infest their largely empty vast expanse of physical and spiritual nothingness.
Think of me as a kind of Gauguin figure, tropical island setting, cocoanut palm trees, white sandy beach, etc, patiently working while surrounded by nude Polynesian female savages bringing me fruits on platters in the desultory afternoon sun.
Think of me as a kind of Gauguin figure, tropical island setting, cocoanut palm trees, white sandy beach, etc, patiently working while surrounded by nude Polynesian female savages bringing me fruits on platters in the desultory afternoon sun.
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