You can drive nature out with a pitchfork, sir, but be assured she will always return. Would you spend your inheritance and all your worldly possessions in an attempt to train pack mules to be thoroughbred racing horses? No? What about the very best trainers, the best stables, the finest equipment and fancy dress for the mules?
Yet what has happened in the former United States is a thousand times more ridiculous than that endeavour.
There is a reason the world looks the way it does. Men make their own fortunes through the expression of their own innermost nature. It is not the soil beneath their feet but rather the fertility of their own souls that dictates their fates. It's not the passage of laws but rather the passage of feet that change history. Demographics is destiny.
Nothing will save the Kwanstain.