Why the f do these people pack up their whole damn third-world circus, move here, then immediately start bitching that WE need to STOP our culture and customs and start eating their weird-ass fermented mystery meat, praying to their goat god five times a day, and covering our women in tablecloths so their fragile masculinity doesn’t spontaneously combust?
The balls on these clowns—moving to someone else’s house and then demanding the homeowner redecorate in their shitty taste, change the house rules, and apologize for existing. That’s not immigration, that’s a hostile fucking takeover with extra steps.
Newsflash, dipshits: this ain’t Burger King. You don’t get it your way. You either melt into the pot like a normal goddamn human or you can f right off back to the armpit you crawled out of.
Call me racist, xenophobic, whatever gets your Reddit karma boner going—I don’t give a single solitary shit.
They only stay because we’re still too polite (read: spineless) to drag their ungrateful asses to the airport.
Assimilation or deportation. Pick one, princess. Clock’s ticking.