Importing Hate: The Testosterone Flood That Europe Pretends Isn’t Happening — What Could Go Wrong?

The country may burn, implode, and turn into a hellhole — but as Churchill surely never said, the great imperative of our age is this: whatever happens, don’t let them call us racist.

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Europe once fancied itself the furnace of reason — the crucible where superstition was melted down and liberty forged. This was the continent of Voltaire mocking the priests, Beethoven storming the heavens, Kant insisting on human dignity, and the Rights of Man defying kings and clerics alike. And yet, two centuries after the Enlightenment, Europe congratulates itself for handing out smartphones and welfare stipends to men whose bedtime stories involve …