The Great Reset: A Great Replacement Dystopia

De: Jason Glunk

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

A satirical novel/script that explores mass migration, and how it can tear a small Irish town apart.

An assortment of quotes from the text:

NUGENT: [with a sigh] Man created the State, and it was good. And then the State got rid of Man, and it was bad.

MAYOR RICKETTS: [addressing an elderly man in the audience] That's an excellent question, and you're right to have asked it. In fact, I’m delighted you brought it up. As I say, an excellent question. What kind of people will we be bringing into the community? Well as I said, the plan is to welcome the most needy – the elderly, women, children, the infirm – to welcome a dozen or so at most to this lovely little town of ours. [suddenly addressing the overall audience in a stern tone] But let us make it clear here and now that the Irish government will be using the most rigorous screening process in the world for any others who may apply for asylum. No, not just any Tom, Dick or Harry will be waltzing into our community. No: whenever possible, and which may include the most vulnerable of them, we'll be getting the cream of the crop, the most professional. I'm speaking, patrons, about world-class surgeons, engineers, and mathematicians. You may not be aware of this fact, but the Luplanders themselves are a very advanced culture and society. To be sure, we Irish could learn a great deal from them. And yes, sad as the civil war is over there, any civil war for that matter, economically-speaking, however, Lupo Island's loss will be Ireland's gain. Yes, patrons, they will come; they will integrate; they will give back tenfold what they receive. We will culturally enrich these wonderful people as they will us. Yes, patrons, these are exciting times…very exciting times indeed.

NUGENT: [ignoring O’Zykov, the stare becoming distant] The die is cast now, folks. No goin’ back. It's the thick fucks we've to take seriously now, the do-gooders. They're in their houses all over the country this evenin', the vacant cowlike eyes on them, and they're gettin' ready to pave the road to hell, to pave it smooth and fast with their…good intentions.

HELEN: [exiting] You can sing and dance and use flares for all I care…but that thing's no human.

SERGEANT MURPHY: [sudden anger] It doesn't matter what you think. It doesn't even matter what I think. The shit's to funnel down and we've a job to do. And a salary to draw as well. Bills to pay. An dtuigeann tú?

MS. BYRNE: [stroking Nwanka the wolfie's back] He's learning, Dear, not it: he. But, you know, first he'll have to overcome the trauma. He's suffered so much.

MAYOR RICKETTS: [the voice suddenly serious and businesslike again] Now, moving on to the build-up to this year's St. Patrick's Festival. And lest we forget, Saint Patrick himself was an immigrant. Yes, that might be hard for many of us to fathom, but Saint Patrick migrated here from overseas. And it was he who drove out the snakes. And it was he who made the Irish better people. To be sure, our whole sense of identity and morality is based around a wonderful, wonderful migrant. And it was not we who enriched Saint Patrick; rather it was Saint Patrick, a migrant, a foreigner, who enriched us. And then again, when we look at it objectively, we all came from somewhere anyway, didn't we? Just like Saint Patrick, and the poor Luplanders who are going through misery as I speak, we are all citizens of the world. We are all global citizens.