In my life women have been the custodians of the better parts of humanity, restraint, modesty, humility, patience and empathy among many other assets. The obvious power that women have,over men, from the nipple to the, classroom and their lives set up a conflicting dynamic. The content is rather disturbing. At times, when she is describing her mistreatment, one is put off and angry at the abuse. But then she begins to sound an apologist for the motives of the abusers. Either this is a truly confused person or a victim of the “Stockholm syndrome” and has develop an amicable relationship with her captors or, she was well on her way down the road toward indoctrination before captured.
Even bimbet, Bridgett Bardot. from the distant past has an opinion on the Migrant population. She knows, she has been a part of the history of eastern Europe during the great melt-down of world War II, she witnessed all the cultures of Europe in jeopardy of destruction, I admire her , she has backbone.
For a brief period of my teen years I sold vacuum cleaners door to door. I learned you can tell someone you have a good product till you’re blue in the face but most will remain unmoved. Now show them how well it works with a live demonstration and you can sell some vacuums! The old truism is correct “You have to see it to believe it.”
Well America is getting a live demonstration of the effects of unfettered immigration in Europe. The terrible truth is, however, that many will not believe their own eyes as they witness the cradle of western civilization toppled by immigration from an area that has been in a state of war for the last several thousand years. When Sunnis and Shia sect aren’t shooting each other they are hating and hitting all who are not followers of Mohammed.
And when I close my door, “I have become death, destroyer of worlds”. Or so it was, at the last point of no return. When R. Oppenheimer saw the first blazing mushroom cloud. And it’s the sense of inevitability that digs deepest in my bones. Are we worthy of our own salvation.? Or has western civilization run its course of en masse dissipation. Is it over? They, the “Evil ones” are doing more than diddling nuclear dreams. Our enemy thinks salvation is when I die and the good life begins when he dies killing me. You can’t beat that.
The mess at Calais is the backwash from “the Tube” That underskirts the English channel, linking France and a real prize in every immigrants heart…. Britain. Cuzz they cannot wait to set you up with a life you have no hand in creating! “Bes’ dang welfare in the world!” says Uncle Ibrahim, already ensconced in his 1.5 mill. flat in “Jolly Old England”.
And as comely and fecund a dame as Britain is, I sense America “The Great Satan” is the ultimate destination in the dreams of Jihad bound baddies. Can liberal democracies ever get their act together enough to prevent the BIG one from being set off in New York or Houston or such. Can we somehow neutralize the nuclear “inevitability”. Or is it,.. “if it can happen it will.”
Three days ago the French satirical publication Charlie Hebdo, of Paris, was attacked by a team of three terrorists who killed 12 employees. (For some reason they are not calling this workplace violence.) The attack was a major, emotionally convulsive moment. (We had a good experience in France and have grown quite fond of her. Little Deb wept.) Yet there is nothing about the incident that is unique or worthy of special consideration. It was an effective attack, well coordinated and deadly. But apart from these characteristics this was just another terrorist attack.
There is an unsetteled feel about the days that follow. Crowds bent on destruction gather too easily these days, there are to many no-go-zones from Norway to Spain and from Albania to Britain. Could there be a call to arms someday? The evolution of the “No-go-zones aound major urban centers throughout Europe have created pefect incubator communities for rearing and training next generation terrorists. The Psudo-doctorine of multicultrealism provides an incubator for terrorists. It allows muslim immigrants to settle in a descrete location, set up their own laws courts and punishments. No new languages are learned, no western education is allowed, and absolutely no integration into the community at at large is allowed. With technology in its present incarnation, all an idiot has to do to create a riot is get on the phone and make a few calls to ginn up a flash mob running cover for Jihadi’s lobbing mortoar shells at embassies.
That cloistered feel of the “fortified hamlet” circa 1970 Viet Nam, swims about the above map. .Below: Robert Spencer addresses the No-Go zones in France as with other E.U. members. The incremental increase in Muslim Violence in recent weeks/months may indicate a “Tet Offensive” style insurgency. Remember it doesn’t take much to call a “flash mob” to a bunch of indoctrinated, unemployed idiots. One urgent “call to arms” and who knows, it may be a tsunami of violence that will consume the west.
We ended up in Caan. Ya know, where the rich and famous go to watch movies of themselves. Deb and I were actually headed to Caen on the channel coast, the opposite side of the country. Oops! Tip: Always verify when being helped by an Italian. We made for Caen from Caan on the night train, routing first through Paris. Then with a train change, on to Caen and Omaha beach the next mourning. Ending up in Caan was a serendipitous event. It meant we had to take a night train to Paris as the first leg of our journey to Caen. Ya know Caen,, during WWII “Monty” (the head British General in WWII) flattened 80% of the city to take it from the Germans. But they still love us in spite of the damage. (Their attitude toward the British is a bit strained).
Long story short: The night train adventure turned out to be the most delightful episode in our trip across France. Deb and I spent much of the night visiting with our birth companions. The casting was subtle and brilliant in this little vignette. We had a dowdy middle age teacher and a beautiful young French couple sharing our sleeper. It was a delightful night. And the dawn was met as the “beautiful couple” I and compared notes on our respective countries and whiled away the miles with neat little farm cottages slipping past our window.
Contrary to popular belief, the French loved us. And we loved them. As a matter of fact, while we were on the channel coast we were treated like family. The sense of gratitude that prevailed in the hedgerow country was incense in the air..
Well, it seems that night train travel is in jeopardy. Just Klikdapik and all will be revealed.