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"No dogs....".

I am an Irishman who has lived his entire adult life abroad. I'm a European, with youthful times spent in London and Amsterdam. Strangely, I have never traveled outside the Eurozone, not intentionally, but as I love to backpack at short notice in the mountains, I usually end up in places like the Alps or the Pyrenees.

I hope to journey to America and India some day, but I'm still intrigued by how varied and complex Europe can be. How it's many wonderful cultures continue to inspire and inform. These experiences make one feel obliged to vent opinion as an Irish European. Succinctly put, I'm sickened by the steady increase in nationalistic far-right anti-immigrant 'drivel' by some of my fellow Europeans, particularly as an Irishman who's countrymen suffered the same prejudices in previous centuries. "No dogs, No Blacks, No Jews, No Irish"!

I'm not writing about politics here, there is no far-right political debate happening in Europe, there are crude childish prejudices being spluttered in the name of politics. I write at a time where self-designated political and social figures seem to think it's okay to 'debate' the far-right, showcasing it as something other than juvenile rantings. Presenting their observations as intelligent understandings of complex sociology. This frustrates me. I'm not surprised that the conformist and privacy obsessed Dutch people try to embarrassingly blame their own social shortcomings on a Muslim community while they can't even say, "hello", to their 'white' neighbors.

I'm not worried that the English, French or Italians have difficulties with huge increases of immigrants to their countries in recent decades, that the Russian's (yes they are Europeans too!) are still screwed-up over Stalin. I'm not even concerned by the divided Belgians (those crazy Dutch flaming again!), the contrary in fact. Without government for over a year now, things are doing just fine! If anything the blessed Belgians show us precisely how overrated any government actually is.

"Fear of change, marginalized, threats of globalization, rise of homophobia, loss of national identity, regional power struggles"..... just catchy slogans thrown around by our politicians and journalists who haven't got the balls to tell their brothers and sisters to stop whinging like a bunch of spoiled little brats. Suddenly they care that the Church they never went to, will be replaced by a Mosque, or that the healthy Bio-vegetables they increasingly crave are hand-picked by Lithuanians on a cold and frosty morning!

I'm an Irish European and anybody, from anywhere, who wants to go anywhere in Europe and do anything that is remotely within the realms of the law, is cordially welcomed to do so...and anybody who thinks otherwise, should just grow-up or go live on an island. These are my intelligent prejudices and not so informed politics.

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