Immigration is the sincerest form of flattery. Jack Paar
Those whom the gods wish to destroy, they first make mad. We must be mad, literally mad, as a nation to be permitting the annual inflow of some 50,000 dependants, who are for the most part the material of the future growth of the immigrant-descended population. It is like watching a nation busily engaged in heaping up its own funeral pyre. As I look ahead, I am filled with foreboding. Like the Roman, I seem to see the Tiber foaming with much blood.
Enoch Powell Birmingham, April 1968
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