Diversity IS our Strength

It is time to reclaim the beauty of European cultural differences

I have one or two more observations from the holiday in Estepona. As I said before, it was heartwarming to hear Spanish spoken by Spanish people. This part of Spain at least has not been devoured by the globalist monster that seems to want to make the world either Americana or Islamic or some unique combination of the two.

The globalists hate diversity. It is the conservatives such as myself who favour it. When I go to France I like to see mostly French people. When I go to Germany I expect to see Germans. On and on we go through the Old World, it is the cultural, historical and linguistic differences people pay thousands of pounds to enjoy. This is why most people want to travel. A minority go to Dingle.

The globalists however, want everyone to be one big ‘diverse’ pot of sameness, preferably having no historical claim on the land in which they live and on their smartphones droning out some woke nonsense while wearing some hideous American apparel made by Nike.

For the globalists there are only two religions permitted – atheism for the white folk and Islam for everyone else. In Britain there are now thousands of Sharia courts. I suspect once they have finished their business for the day the parties involved probably (just guessing here) rock on home to watch The Summer I turned Pretty on Netflix. That’s the kind of diversity the globalists love.

There were lots of beautiful Spanish families in Estepona. How do they do it? The mother is beautiful, the husband is beautiful and of course the children are beautiful. They spend time together – at least from what I can see. What was also interesting to witness were the old folk.

Once the sun went down and the heat reduced a little to about 29 degrees the old folk were out in force. Sometimes it was ladies night and the next day it was the turn of the older Spanish grandads to just take up their spot in the public square and spend time with each other. What a life! If this is how they roll most of the year then they will live to a ripe old age. What a blessing to be able to spend time with your friends, to be so social in your older years.

Above. It is ladies night and the wheelchairs are not going to stop them.

(The next night at the same spot it was the turn of the gents, mostly.)

Finally, I like to people watch. Towards the end of the holiday I spotted my rival – the Queen of the people watchers. This lady took to her front door in the evenings which was right on the main street to watch the families go by. I wonder if like myself and my daughters she indulges in some fashion police. Wherever we go myself and my girls love to take in the outfits of those that pass us by. Judgment can be swift and brutal.

This lady just took to her front door to keep and eye on everyone and she wasn’t going to apologise for it. Also, that main street did not have a single Sports Direct, McDonalds or H&M. Hope lives on.