WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Door.Ass.Bang: Illegals exit via the dead end of Roxham Road
byVanderleunonAugust 19, 2017
Illegals scamper towards Canada. One free ride ends. Another free ride begins.
Canada may soon elect somebody who promises to build a wall on its southern border:
“Saint-Bernard-de-Lacolle. 1,477 people live in this little corner of Quebec with its apple orchards, elderberry fields and small wineries. But now 400 migrants can cross the border in a single day.
“On the other side of the border is New York. There the language is English. In Saint-Bernard-de-Lacolle, the language of choice is French. But these days you’re a more likely to hear Arabic, Urdu or Haitian French being spoken here as Roxham Road fills with clots of migrants scampering out of America.
“They’re not the leftist American celebs who threaten to leave for Canada if their side doesn’t win the election. Instead they’re the illegal and dubiously legal who got the message from President Trump.
“The overloaded Mounties at the border crossing are being forced to cope with the jabbering illegals, grifters and fake refugees of Trump’s migrant surge. But where Obama’s migrant surge swelled America’s southern border with incoming migrants, Trump’s migrant surge is expelling them north.
If Canada believed in omens….
“The Syrians, or anyone claiming to be, are coming. So are the Sudanese, Somalis and Haitians. This is an informal border crossing and so the rules that might protect Canada from this horde don’t apply.
“Quebec has become the weakest link in the Canadian border with the vast majority of border migrants invading the “True North” through vulnerable points like the dead end of Roxham Road.”
Canada’s Open Borders Policy as seen at Roxham Road
Good for us. Bad for Canada. You sleep in the bed you make, eh?
Rob De WittAugust 19, 2017, 9:58 PM
Vive le Quebec Libre, motherfuckers.
Howard NelsonAugust 19, 2017, 10:37 PM
Another example of white privilege: moose crossing in middle of street rather than at a designated crosswalk. AND doing so when stark naked!
Was he at least honking his antlers?
PhilAugust 19, 2017, 10:49 PM
Queue Muttley laughing…
Bang GunleyAugust 20, 2017, 3:31 PM
And?
Mark MatisAugust 21, 2017, 8:49 AM
Oh, come on now! Welcome them with open arms. After all, they merely want to work those jobs that Bob and Doug McKenzie refuse to do…
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Don’t the Haitians speak some French dialect, or am I thinking of some other Caribbean cesspool?
Good. F*ck m.
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Haitian French is called Creole; spelling and words are largely the same,but intonations are different.
Think that white moose was spotted in Sweden. No matter,the “refugee” problem is the same there, with fewer Haitians.
Mark Steyn’s take on this should be interesting.
Ghost, you posted your .308 comment at 3:08 PM.
Nicely done.
Good for us. Bad for Canada. You sleep in the bed you make, eh?
Vive le Quebec Libre, motherfuckers.
Another example of white privilege: moose crossing in middle of street rather than at a designated crosswalk. AND doing so when stark naked!
Was he at least honking his antlers?
Queue Muttley laughing…
And?
Oh, come on now! Welcome them with open arms. After all, they merely want to work those jobs that Bob and Doug McKenzie refuse to do…