Tomato, Tomahto

All that we hope is, when we go,
Our skin and our blood and our bones
Don't get in your way, making you ill
The way they did when we lived.

— Morrissey,
“There’s a Place in Hell for Me and My Friends”

Pat Robertson thinks Europe is committing racial suicide:

Studies that I have read indicate that having babies is a sign of a faith in the future. You know, unless you believe in the future, you're not going to take the trouble of raising a child, educating a child, doing something. If there is no future, why do it? Well, unless you believe in God, there's really no future. And when you go back to the existentialism of Jean-Paul Sartre, the whole idea of this desperate nightmare we are in -- you know, that we are in this prison, and it has no hope, no exit. That kind of philosophy has permeated the intellectual thinking of Europe, and hopefully it doesn't come here. But nevertheless, ladies and gentlemen, Europe is right now in the midst of racial suicide because of the declining birth rate. And they just can't get it together. Why? There's no hope.

I guess it’s useless to point out that there’s not a single race in Europe.

But as one of the despairing, deliberately childless masses, let me just clarify something for you, Mr. Robertson. We don’t really think of it as suicide, racial or otherwise. We’re just going to kind of slowly die out, taking existentialism, enlightenment, and reason with us, so the rest of you can scrabble about in the dirt unimpeded by our presence. Personally, I like to think of it as the Rapture in Reverse.