It's an old adage, but remains as true today
as it ever was since it is an introspection of
human nature that 'misery loves company'.
And these are certainly miserable people to
be sure. Simpletons in a sense as simple and
single-focused entitled to their resentment as
victims as they do their very best to ensure that
everyone and anyone who shares their space
becomes a victim, too. Where complacency
and joy exist they enter in their noisy hordes
to disrupt and to rant and to threaten, these guests
who have installed, insinuated themselves and
infiltrated a generously courteous society that
hardly knows how to respond to their raucous
ill-mannered maliciousness. Their sheer numbers
within a society so unlike their own baffle the
very authorities that permitted their entry to a
peaceful country in the misbegotten belief they
would integrate and use newfound freedom to
improve their lot, not infect their host with hatred
and dissension, flouting laws and flaunting their
lawlessness, and so they remain at large, ugly
in disparaging all that is of value to the social
compact while threatening and committing violent
acts of arson against symbols they associate with
their victimhood, the wider public bemused yet
not amused, slow to rouse to anger at this pollution
that celebrates terror while enacting its own with
impunity that would never be tolerated by the
very totalitarian regimes they parted company with.
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