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The neighborhood of Hampstead is just at present exercised with a series of events which seem to run on lines parallel to those of what was known to the writers of headlines and "The Kensington Horror," or "The Stabbing Woman," or "The Woman in Black." During the past two or three days several cases have occurred of young children straying from home or neglecting to return from their playing on the Heath. In all these cases the children were too young to give any properly intelligible account of themselves, but the consensus of their excuses is that they had been with a "bloofer lady." It has always been late in the evening when they have been missed, and on two occasions the children have not been found until early in the following morning. It is generally supposed in the neighborhood that, as the first child missed gave as his reason for being away that a "bloofer lady" had asked him to come for a walk, the others had picked up the phrase and used it as occasion served. This is the more natural as the favorite game of the little ones at present is luring each other away by wiles. A correspondent writes us that to see some of the tiny tots pretending to be the"bloofer lady" is supremely funny. Some of our caricaturists might, he says, take a lesson in the irony of grotesque by comparing the reality and the picture. It is only in accordance with general principles of human nature that the "bloofer lady" should be the popular role at these al fresco performances.


				

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The neighborhood of Hampstead is just at present exercised with a series of events which seem to run on lines parallel to those of what was known to the writers of headlines and "The Kensington Horror," or "The Stabbing Woman," or "The Woman in Black." During the past two or three days several cases have occurred of young children straying from home or neglecting to return from their playing on the Heath. In all these cases the children were too young to give any properly intelligible account of themselves, but the consensus of their excuses is that they had been with a "bloofer lady." It has always been late in the evening when they have been missed, and on two occasions the children have not been found until early in the following morning. It is generally supposed in the neighborhood that, as the first child missed gave as his reason for being away that a "bloofer lady" had asked him to come for a walk, the others had picked up the phrase and used it as occasion served. This is the more natural as the favorite game of the little ones at present is luring each other away by wiles. A correspondent writes us that to see some of the tiny tots pretending to be the"bloofer lady" is supremely funny. Some of our caricaturists might, he says, take a lesson in the irony of grotesque by comparing the reality and the picture. It is only in accordance with general principles of human nature that the "bloofer lady" should be the popular role at these al fresco performances.


					

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In addition, I happen to be a pretty strong proponent of genetic engineering anyway.

I too very strongly support genetic engineering. However I expect that even if we did this the low grade whites left wouldn't be partcularly happy about the enhanced negro who is now better than them and starts taking his new rightful place in society. I expect they will still complain just as much about that state of affairs as they do about the current one (much like how they complain today about black Nigerian Elites).

And even if you raised these whites to the same level as the upgraded blacks the complaining still wouldn't stop. What were litanies against people sucking on the welfare teat will become jeremiads against the minorities driving wages down.

"What it would look like" in Europe would probably be the forced population swaps

These aren't going to happen and if they were going to happen it's far more likely it would be whites getting booted off to Madagascar or someplace instead of non-whites being the ones kicked out.

And you know what? This will only happen when California's voters are minority white (and when that happens a Prop 13 repeal will follow shortly). Older whites use their entrenched position in western countries to benefit themselves at the expense of more dynamic and younger non-white immigrants, it's a tale as old as mass immigration itself and California is no different to the other places this is happening, see how the UK is using the taxes of the young (disproportionately non-white immigrants) to pay for the social care of the old (disproportionately white "natives", especailly so because non-whites are more likely to believe in filial responsibility and take care of their parents instead of thrusting them upon the state).

Past whites brought about Prop 13, present whites are tacitly voting to continue it but fututre non-whites will be the ones who get rid of it and free California from all the deadweight loss and misery this policy causes each year.

Concern about female fidelity has always been a prominent feature of wartime propaganda. But, this takes it to a new level, since the women are in a different country, making new, better lives for themselves. How many will ever even return to Ukraine?

And then in the very next breath Westerners complain about how the vast majority of refugee migrants initially coming to the west from the middle east etc. tend to be men. They fail to realise that it's not just a way to allow the women to take the easier route via plane once their family members have settled down but also a very good method of ensuring their chastity and honor stay intact and no suspicion can be laid upon their feet.

Everything we say and do makes complete rational sense. We're just starting from a different (and I would argue, better) set of axioms than you.

the wokest country in the middle east that is flooding Europe with migrants

This makes me like Israel even more. Europe deserves another 50 million poor migrants from the third world as punishment for their historical actions as well as for the reification of "consequences" for their idiotic policies of subsidising bad behaviour.

Canada already proved euthanasia is a slippery slope, so I don't buy all the talk about how this isn't an important issue.

Slippery slope? Canada is doing absolutely the right thing when it comes to Euthanasia. It is not being forced upon anyone, merely given as an extra option in addition to the normal healthcare system for those who's diseases are really bad.

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This episode was enough to placate the sheep for a few days but eventually they started to desire to see Poot amongst them once again. Just like the last time they were not sure about how to do this but this desire only grew stronger until things came to a head. "BAA" went one of the sheep. Another one replied "BAA". A third one joined in "BAA". Very quickly there was a whole cacophony as each sheep joined in on the mass bleating in its own time and key. Poot once again heard the sounds and the desire to go smash things up sprouted again, for by now he automatically associated the bleating of sheep with the release he got from breaking stuff. Once again he snuck into the barn and began to go on a rampage. This time he managed to cause even more damage before James discovered what was happening and delicately extracted his son from the situation. James decided to put Poot under constant babysitter supervision to prevent such a thing from happening again.

Poot wasn't the only one who had heard the sheep. Poot's mother, Alice, had always been sensitive to noises and the bleats had given her a bad headache. She wasn't particularly happy about the situation and she had never really liked sheep, if it had been up to her they'd be growing crops instead on their land. Alice took a bunch of painkillers to help, but they had never really worked for her and it took some time before she was back to her normal self.

Of course by this point even the sheep had noticed a trend. Whenever they all bleated together it was followed by Poot making an appearance. Thus the next time they desired to see Poot they knew exactly what to do. "BAA" went one of the sheep. Another one replied "BAA". A third one joined in "BAA". Very quickly there was a whole cacophony as each sheep joined in on the mass bleating in its own time and key. Poot heard this sound and the desire to run amok swelled up in him again but under the watchful eye of the babysitter he was not able to sneak out to the barn.

The sheep though continued bleating, they were convinced at every moment that very soon Poot was about to make an entrance, just like all the previous times they had all bleated together. They continued to do this well into the small hours of the night until they were all exhausted and the next day Alice had a very bad headache indeed. The next day the sheep continued their long bleat as soon as they could muster up the energy to do so. From inside the house Poot heard them every second but his babysitter guard was ever vigilant and never gave Poot the opportunity to slip out unseen.

James was concerned that something was wrong with the sheep and naturally wanted to get it fixed as soon as possible. Before long V.E.T. made an appearance at the barn. He wore an expression of confusion and straight away got down to his pastime of manhandling the sheep. The sheep though recognised the intimidation tactic for what it was and continued with their mission. They had had enough of being maltreated, they wanted to see Poot and even the threat of sharp needles from V.E.T. wouldn’t make them stop.

True to form after a short discussion with James V.E.T. did indeed bring out the sharp needles and started poking the sheep with them. However these sharp needles were nothing like any they had ever seen before. This time very soon after a sheep had been poked it suddenly grew very tired until it no longer had any energy to continue with the bleating and fell asleep.

One by one the sheep were supressed by V.E.T. but as this was going on each and every single standing sheep redoubled their efforts, they were sure that if Poot just showed up he would take on and defeat V.E.T. and all things would be good again. At this moment Poot though couldn’t care less. His babysitter had taken him on a nature outing to see butterflys and Poot was too preoccupied with finding and squishing as many caterpillars as he could to have any concerns about the sheep.

After they had all been placated James went and searched the entire property to find the root cause behind the sheep hysteria. He had heard that sheep often cry out when there are predators nearby and wanted to make sure that they were completely safe. He was not able to find anything though, which caused much consternation as he could not think of anything else rational which would have caused the sheep to behave in the way they did.

Hoping that the problem would resolve itself when the sheep came back to he went out to fetch some more clean hay and water for them to make sure they were feeling better after a period in which they had clearly been in high stress. He then went to check on Alice who had recently been feeling very poorly given the incessant noise.

When the sheep woke up they were indeed more placated but eventually they remembered Poot and set about trying to make him show up again. "BAA" went one of the sheep. Another one replied "BAA". A third one joined in "BAA". Very quickly there was a whole cacophony as each sheep joined in on the mass bleating in its own time and key.

Alice, who had been doing her best in the kitchen trying to work with a terrible headache heard the sheep again. Very soon her head started spinning and she collapsed onto the floor.


A week after the events above James and his wife were holding a party. All was quiet around the house and Alice’s headache had pretty much subsided completely. A seed trader, Jacob, and his wife Hilaria (contrary to her name, she was not very funny) were visiting the farm to discuss the economic benefits and pitfalls of growing cotton and some of their neighbours were interested in coming along too.

Poot was upstairs in his room with the babysitter, who had been tasked with making sure he didn’t disturb the guests in any shape or form, as well as making sure he didn’t soil himself (a bad habit Poot had picked up over the last few months as a way of getting back at others when he didn’t get his way). After spending time discussing the technicalities of growing cotton and letting people mingle around a bit it was time for dinner. At the table, mutton was being served.

Animal Farm

Apropos of nothing

Once upon a time there was a farmer named James, exactly where and when he lived isn't important, save to say that his land was both fertile and good for grazing. He and his family owned a flock of sheep, and the proceeds he got from selling their wool at the market was enough to provide for him, his wife Alice, and their son with just a little extra left spare to take good care of the flock.

They weren't poor by any means, James and Alice lived lives of middling comfort, nothing extraordinary but equally content and with all their needs and even some of their wants fulfilled. Truth be told they'd have been quite comfortable were it not for the fact that their son, Poot, was a special child. He was going to turn 16 soon and it showed, he was quite big for his age, both vertically and horizontally, and it was impossible to ignore whenever he entered a room.

Unfortunately while his physical development had been very healthy and robust, mentally he had always struggled. Never extremely badly, Poot was literate enough, and he even had his moments of lucidity, but never for long enough and continuously enough that he could function independently. His parents worried about what would become of the farm when they grew older and who would keep everything running, but that is a story for another day.

Poot though was unconcerned about the future, he lived for the moment. It just wasn't important to him. Poot liked getting his own way with things and he didn't like it when someone else stopped him. Poot also liked spending time with the sheep. It wouldn't be exactly fair to say he liked the sheep, but in them Poot found an outlet for him to act out a world where he got whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it.

The sheep though were enamoured with Poot. For the sheep the world was divided into two types of creatures, those who were like them and those who were like the Other. The sheep had always felt that the Other were better than them in some ways, comparing the way the Other ate and lived to their meager manger but they were loath to admit it. The sheep desired what the Other had, and thought it only fair that they too were allowed to share in it. Poot was most definitely one of the Other, but he had enough sheep like characteristics that they were able to identify with him, and it gave them hope that one day they too could become like the Other.

And so like that Poot and the sheep developed a symbiotic relationship. Whenever Poot was feeling particularly dejected because his parents had forbidden him from doing something he made his way to the manger, where amongst the sheep he was unquestionably king and could do as he wished. Poot had a disruptive streak within him and often he would take his anger out by scattering the hay and upending the water pails in the barn. Even though this meant the sheep lost out on a meal they did not mind it too much for such actions only served to show how Poot was similar to them while still unquestionably being one of the Other. The satisfaction and hope they got from such a display was well worth the lost food. Of course whenever this happened the grownups later had to come in and clean up the mess, but the manger was never in perfect condition anyways and it was better than letting Poot run rampant in the house.

Just as the sheep thought of Poot as the Other they liked the most, the Other they disliked equally as much was V.E.T. . V.E.T. was not one of the family, and unlike the family who the sheep saw on a daily basis, V.E.T. only appeared infrequently. Named after the eponymous letters etched onto his jacket, he was a harbinger of pain and suffering whenever he did show up.

Apart from regularly manhandling the sheep by forcing open their mouths and shining bright lights into their eyes, one of V.E.T.'s favourite pastimes was deliberately poking them with a painful needle one by one in a row. The sheep never could understand what would drive someone to be so cruel as to do this for no benefit at all, for the sheep's lives after this sadistic act by V.E.T. were were very much the same as before he did this. Worst of all sometimes when V.E.T. came he would pick out a particularly old sheep and take it outside with him. That sheep never returned back to the manger. There were terrible rumors about what he did to his unlucky victim but the sheep had never seen conclusive proof, it was as if the sheep V.E.T. had taken simply stopped existing.

As Poot grew older his destructive tendencies became more and more pronounced. Where previously he would only throw around the objects in the barn he had recently taken to punching whatever was right in front of him when he got angry. He had already destroyed three sheep-pens and even splintered one of the boards making up the external wall of the barn when James put his foot down and forbade his son from going to the manger. James decided to make sacrifices to save up enough money and hire a babysitter trained in dealing with special children whenever Poot had one of his outbreaks.

This new state of affairs suited neither Poot nor the sheep very well. Poot because he could no longer physically act out whenever he felt like it, and the sheep because by losing their connection to Poot they had lost their role model, for none of the Other who were not Poot resembled them in any shape of form and the sheep so very desperately wanted to prove to themselves that deep down there was no difference between the Other and them.

This lack of contact proved to be quite disturbing to the sheep. There was much consternation amongst them about how they could continue without access to their role model and many of them were totally perplexed until the tension reached a point where something just had to happen. "BAA" went one of the sheep. Another one replied "BAA". A third one joined in "BAA". Very quickly there was a whole cacophony as each sheep joined in on the mass bleating in its own time and key. This lamentation might have all been for naught except that the sounds reached Poot, who upon hearing it remembered the sheep and a desire to go rampage around the manger came back to him.

Very slowly Poot snuck out of the house, his parents did not see him for it was late in the evening and they had already put him to bed. As soon as he entered the barn the sheep were struck with awe, their prayers had been answered and their idol stood before them. Poot himself though wasted no time in starting to wreck everything. He had graduated beyond minor things like upending pails and now went straight to punching a hole in the building's wall. The sheep did not mind this particularly, even though this hole would let in the cold from outside and worsen their living conditions, being close to Poot and his unashamed sheep like behaviours was well worth paying this cost.

Poot might have caused serious damage to the manger were it not for the fact that the ruckus awoke Poot's father who hurried over, worrying about cattle rustlers. Upon seeing that it was Poot James immediately took steps to diffuse the situation, Poot was already larger than him and James wasn't sure he could physically control him on his own any more. Fortunately though he was able to coax Poot to leave the barn by distracting him and sent him off back to bed. After this he went back to check on the barn, the damage Poot had caused was bad but at least it was fixable.

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I am actually a minority (not Jewish, but still a minority). I'm not even anti mayo, I just want them to leave us alone to live life according to our customs and ways (which I absolutely believe to be superior to progressive modernity) without discrimination, however they want to impose their ways of living on us and call what we do "barbaric" and "backward".

I want mayos to become more like us, not to get rid of mayos completely.

Oh absolutely. Many white people display the same level of victimisation complexes they accuse minorities of harbouring. What these people need to realise is that we minorities don't give a damn about how well or badly white people are doing or have any desire to put them down, we have enough problems of our own to fix to worry about.

We just want to do well for ourselves and promote policies that do that, any harm or benefit to white people is coincidental; no different to how when the gardener mows the lawn, dozens of insects get their lives upended, but the gardener didn't do this to hurt the insects or even think about them at all when mowing, he just wanted an aesthetic result that looks pleasing from the house window.

Agreed. If you want to own a gun to keep at home as you please you should be required to pass a certain standard of shooting exam at your local range. The test should be at a level that the average person would manage to pass after 3 months of training once a week, no different to how driving tests work.

The US unironically needs to raise taxes on the rich (I mean actual rich, not those earning large salaries). (Non-land) Wealth taxes are usually bad, but with the global reach of the IRS and their policy to tax worldwide income, there's no reason the US can't easily adopt a policy of taxing worldwide assets without too many bad side effects. This would raise significant money, imagine even a 1% worldwide non-US housing asset yearly tax on all US permanent residents and citizens (temporary residents get a pass because you don't want to discourage smart wealthy people from the rest of the world coming to the US), it would easily fill the black hole.

It is in times of change like these that I remember how important it is for the Catholic Church to reach out towards each and every human, no matter how different their tastes may be. After all, it is the catholic church, and so what better way to do this than give the people for mass something with a bit more oomph to it. May I present to you The Vatican Rag.

(All credits to Tom Lehrer)

Nah, as long as I have a passenger seat in the story of Humanity I'd be happy. Even now I realize I'll never be truly Great and have to content myself with merely being above the vast majority of people. I'm happy here and honestly would be happy working a 80th percentile pay job too if in return the low end scroungers got their just deserts (or rather, had their taxpayer funded desserts taken away). I'm not one to rebel against my superiors, that's more of a low human capital thing to do.

They are benefiting from it, but presumably less than their rightful due for the work they (were forced to) put in. Imagine I enslaved you to build a bridge in your city. At the end I let you go and when you complained that you have been exploited I said "you benefit from the bridge too now that it has been built". Nobody would seriously consider that as a justified response.

Absolutely agree on the auction thing, although I personally think the number of H1-Bs is too low. The lottery system is the product of yet another brain worm commonly found in Homo sapiens occidentalis where they are not content to merely pick all of the best because it would be oh so unfair if all the underdogs lose out just because there are better specimens them in the pool...

Would be interesting at the very least to see what the H1-B market clearing price is at different levels of visa availability. We could even have derivatives like H1-B futures which allow firms to hedge away the risk of prices spiking in future years and guarantee a certain steady level of supply years down the line if they know roughly how many people they'll be needing! And of course whereever there's a derivatives market there will be market makers and speculators! I can already sort of think of a simple trading strategy for pricing them...

I hardly think the West or its denizens are literally perfect, but they're still a gross improvement over how I've spent most of my life, and a very important difference between me and the Count is that I don't bite the hand that feeds.

I would say that I don't bite the hand that feeds me either. In fact this is a charge I would lay at the feet of the lower classes rather than apply to myself. They are the ones who firstly live off the taxes people like me pay and then instead of displaying gratitude towards us instead come out and say we need to tax the rich more. End result is that not only do we fund their lifestyle but we also continually get told that we aren't doing enough!

I don't think at all the that lower classes of the UK feed me in any way whatsoever. It's amazing how little value I get in the UK for how much taxes I pay. It's significantly worse than mainland Europe too where at least if you are a high earner and you get laid off you're given a big portion of your salary (think 70%+) for a period of time by the government until you can find a new job. The idea there is that because you put in more previously, now you are entitled to get more out of it. They have a contributory system.

The UK on the other hand has a redistributive system. My reward for losing my highly paid job here is that due to having more than £16,000 in savings I am not even eligible for the standard benefit the unemployed get in the UK! Sure you can say I benefit from living in a modern well run state but there's nothing particular to the UK's people or culture that gives rise to that. I would benefit in much the same way were I living in Singapore, the UAE or Japan all of which have very different social systems.

What I do benefit from in the UK's global tier financial prowess but that has nothing to do with the common man who if anything is envious about our success and keeps trying to bring us down a peg. The structures that enable me to have the job and earnings I have are the product of elites, not the proles.

or cause a breakdown of the religious tolerance and high trust a place is known for

Religious tolerance I agree is good. Trust though, as argued by Bryan Caplan in his Open Borders book, is highly overrated. There are clever ways around it that if you're smart enough to navigate mean you can live basically similar lives in a low trust environment as you do in a high trust one.

I'd rather not see a flood of unskilled immigrants bring the welfare system to its knees

I want to see the welfare system destroyed, it's corpse burned, the ashes grindered and launched into the sun. Western whites won't see sense through reasoned argumentation on why the welfare system is a capital-B Bad thing for humanity and I think bringing huge amounts of low tier immigrants with very different beliefs and lifestyles until they viscerally feel disgust at their taxes going to support the degeneracy is the best way to get it dismantled (note: this is not to say these people are more degenerate than low tier westerners, it's just a different kind of degeneracy that westerners won't be as accepting of).

Count makes a great deal more money than I do and is effectively unimpeachable thanks to Western norms of freedom of speech

Free Speech is amazing. I only wish we had something more like what the Americans do in the UK. Truth be told my belief system is very similar to that of the early Liberals of the 18th Century: it's fundamentally Western in origin but very different from the current zeitgeist in the West.

Sure, that's a good argument for protectionism from a western prespective (much as I would dislike it). However just because one argument for something is good doesn't mean all arguments for it are good, and we can still tell a lot about people from the types of bad arguments they make.

The "they take all our jerbs!" refrain against immigration is fundamentally selfish and rent seeking. It needs to be called out and ruthlessly mocked whenever it shows up.

do it with no remorse

No remorse? I do it with glee. See my latest dramapost about the Scottish First Minister hosting an Iftar event at his official government residence.

And why shouldn't I be happy like this? We're slowly winning over the west in a completely peaceful and bloodless manner and that is a cause for celebration because I genuinely believe our system is better than the western system. Funnily enough I think the western system is better for someone like me than our system but for society as a whole and those lower down on the human hierarchy it's the opposite. Instead of being selfish and promoting the western way I look at the bigger picture and support what I think is best for society instead of me personally.

Normally transitions between systems are times of upheaval and suffering but the transformation we are slowly effecting is one of the most peaceful ones of this scale that has ever happened in human history. This is a good thing.

To quote a Magic the Gathering card: "On the day of victory, no one is tired".

Yeah, BAP just seems to be crying about more effecient and higher fit humans taking their rightful place near the top of the western hierarchy. It's literally no different to the usual complaints black people have about whites. BAPs laments come from the same place as those ones (namely envy) and should be discarded. The only difference is that unlike whites who for some reason listen to the unfounded complaints of blacks, we're not going to listen to the ones of whites. You set up this system, and now we're beating you at your own game!

Also this Indian Bronson dude (first time I am hearing of him) has a profile picture of a dude holding up a gun with no trigger discipline. That on its own makes me negatively predisposed to him, people have died because others couldn't keep their index fingers straight. It's something which needs to be shamed and removed from society.

This is an excellent idea all things considered. The west can basically absorb this easily, Europe is close to 500 million people, another 2 million is just 0.4% of the population, which given Europe is now losing people in net is going to stem that decline too for a few years.

Plus the usual "It's all fighting aged men" doesn't apply here, almost half of the Gazans are women, and their low age means they won't be putting pressure on the healthcare/retirement systems for a long time.

Hate and resentment are strong words. I give freely to those I consider beneath me, conditional on them accepting their place in life. These are not the actions of someone who hates the lower classes. Indeed it is said that it is better to give than to recieve.

(Ok, I don't actually give very much to lower classes of the UK, but this is not because of resentment or anything, it's because the same amount of money can be much more effectively spent on lower classes in the third world, which is where I sent my chairtable donations instead, what would you rather do, have a veteran put up in a hotel in London for the night or cure 1 person of river blindness in DRC?)

I don't even think western lower classes are all that bad, especially the white lower classes. They have some of the best stock of all lower classes in the world. The problem is pretty much 100% cultural.

I don't feel any noblesse oblige towards lower class westerners, my taxes already go a long long way towards funding their bad habits, and then they have zero respect for their betters, freely biting the hand that feeds them and openly talking about biting it even more.

Noblesse Oblige is one part of a two way system. I am willing to forgive and forget, but the other end of the bargain requiring a certain amuont of obeiscance from those who take out more than they put in is also necessary before we can return to that point.

Sure, I agree it is voluntary, doesn't mean the migrants are doing something bad if they try and mitigate the impact of the culture shift on themselves, or that they should not come if they aren't happy with the culture shift.

Eating pasta at a certain restaurant is completely voluntary, but if their pasta comes with rocket on top and you really really hate it then you can freely move it to the side or onto a different plate. You're not a bad person for not accepting the rocket on your pasta and taking steps to get rid of it vs not even visiting the restaurant, maybe the rest of the meal is really good and you like it very much.

Same with migration, migrants are not and should not be expected to accept literally every cultural thing about their new host country and should be completely free to take steps making their experience more pleasant for them, it's no different to removing the rocket from your meal. We would scoff at anyone who said "If you don't like the rocket then don't eat at this restaurant, if you continue coming here you should be expected to consume everything on the pasta", we should do the same for people who make the analogous argument for immigration.

When you've had as many of your DOTA games ruined by Russians as I have (who play on EU servers as even Russians don't want to play with other Russians) you'll understand why I feel the way I do.

I was curious and downloaded my game history to check and I have a large 15% lower winrate when there is someone with a Cyrillic name in my team (an almost always sufficient, but not necessary condition for Russianness) compared to when I don't.

It's only poison for disproportionate economic growth of your country relative to the other countries of the world. It's poison for a selfish country level view of the planet yes, but that is not a bad thing; much like how pesticide is poison for aphids but is very much a good thing. If you support policies that lead to long term global growth instead of merely localized growth then this laissez faire approach isn't bad at all, in fact it's the fastest way to get global GDP growing as fast as possible.