The ruling class is shrieking about "mass immigration" as if it's some act of divine wrath, rather than the inevitable recoil of their own rapacious gluttony.

For five centuries, Capital didn't give a damn about sovereignty when it was time to pillage the Americas, carve up Africa, and enslave Asia. They smashed down every door, privatized every commons, and siphoned the lifeblood of the periphery to fatten the banks of London, Paris, and Brussels. Now that the dialectic is turning, now that the dispossessed are simply following the trail of stolen wealth back to the metropole, suddenly everyone's a nationalist? The audacity! You spent half a millennium globalizing exploitation, erasing borders whenever it suited your profit margins, and you're shocked that the victims are now globalizing their survival?

This isn't an invasion; it's the boomerang of accumulation coming back to smash the windows of the oppressor!

To the workers of the West: drop the flag and grab the hand of the newcomer. Your chains are the same color, forged in the same fires of exploitation. The only border that matters is the one between the exploiters and the exploited. The ghosts of empires past are marching, and they're not asking for permission. Workers of all lands, unite—because the world they stole is coming back to claim its due, and the revolution will not be gated!