“I KNOW! Lets force a starving mother to eat her own baby!” To increase the horror is the point. To insult our pampered senses. That is the point. The more they horrify us, the greater. we must find that stone heart that lies within and with unlimited rage crush the flea that harries our every move.
When will the girlie-girl west going to wake up and smell coffee. In between counseling jobs, way back in my infancy, I worked in a slaughterhouse. Every morning a group of us would sit and wait to start our day. We knew it was time to spring into action when decapitated sheep heads started tumbling down a traugh. This indicated that the line had started and the killing had begun. I stacked pelts. The drive home was about a half hour. By my arrival home the blood soaked pants I was wearing had coagulated, and were stiff enough to stand on their own, empty.
Of all the horrors you find in a packing plant, the worst is the blood that gushed from a pipe in back of the plant. The blood had been heated and on cold days steamed as it hit the air. It was the smell. The smell of blood, heated almost to boiling that nearly jerked my lunch out of my belly. But no matter where I was in the huge plant I could not escape that smell. The same smell drifting across the Atlantic right now.
I guess it’s time to get up and smell the blood.
The best of the best is guarding the Christmas tree in Berlin this Christmas (“Mass of Christ”), in an attempt at a promoting normalcy in a world without rules. A Muslim played bowling for Christians with a truck by driving it straight through a crowed of Christmas revelers a couple of days ago.
How much demolition will it take to wake slumbering Christendom? What are we waiting for? The Ayatollah booted the Shaw out of power almost 40 years ago, signaling the beginning of the modern revival of a fundamentalist Islam that we are still dealing with today. What are we waiting for? Rows and rows of battle lines forming for a full frontal attack? That image is the definition of “war” to most Americans
. Asymmetrical warfare at the global level is so unfamiliar that does not satisfy our need for certitude. We want to know who the bad guys are and that they are a real threat before we commit to swinging the battle ax. So we wait. We wait for the big battles and rows of tanks to confirm we are good and “they” are bad and need to be neutralized. If this is the case, if we are waiting for some familiar set of circumstances to fire the starting gun, we are screwed.
It is a war of corrosion. It is a war that destroys from within and robs countries of their cultural integrity. You can see it every time you walk through a metal detector. You can see it every time you put in a couple of charming hours at the airport taking off your shoes or watching little old ladies get body searched.
How fragile is the Culture of the west? Must we imagine and engineer fields of obstacles to skirt the Washington monument, Wall Street or the White house? Do we forget the paralysis that followed 9/11? An entire nation grounded as all airports in the U.S. were shut down. Where there was but one passenger plane left in the air above American soil? This single aircraft carried our president. We were at war.
It is not foolish or particularly paranoid to be vigilant when there are millions of willing human bombs just itching to kill themselves for their religion.
When do we make our move? Will the clear and present danger only be recognized by a mushroom cloud over a major American city?
Most towns of the past used to have “town criers”. Someone who would prowl the streets each night making sure things are as they should be as the townsfolk slept snug in their beds. It was their stated job to warn the good people of their community of anything unusual or dangerous that might be headed their way.
The point is that Europe is our town crier now. What happens on the east bank of the pond will soon migrate to the west side…. Our side. But rather than snatching the ol’ flintlock from above the mantle, we invite them in. Then as they rape, pillage and generally get back at us for the crusades, we fix them a snack (No ham and it should be a Kosher kill).
Ayaan Hirsi Ali: Remember the name. She has been around a while and those who have followed the Muslim issue should be familiar. Ms. Ali is a woman of exquisite physical beauty. A woman who, raised as Muslim, has been subjected to many of the indignities of being a Muslim female (arranged marriages, genital mutilation etc.).
But her quiet dignity imparts humility and honesty. And her gaze speaks to a clarity of vision that closes most mouths and arguments.The article linked is but a paraphrase of beliefs she has imparted, but more with Ayaan will be forthcoming. She is good people. She is a rock.
The sad statement made by this video is that this is the best our educational system can do. Those who promote Hamas are either evil miscreants or just ignorant. It has been an accepted belief, at least in my lifetime, that the best defense against tyranny is an educated people.
Blessings upon this fellow. He must be courageous. For truth is best served by courage, and in the case of a religion that kills apostates, it takes a lions heart to speak out.
Why not ruin a ruin? For the iconoclastic torturers and killers of ISIS, the ruins of Palmyra were a blight that must be eradicated. Any achievement of man, that is not a product of Islam, is thought of as an evil influence.
Of the 500 top universities in the world , not one is born of an Islamic country. Islam identifies knowledge as evil. Mindless obedience to the point of death is considered holy. Kalhed al-Assad the 82-year-old professor and custodian of the antiquities, refused to give up the location of ancient artifacts. He was tortured and then killed. His body hung on public display. Isis killed in order to destroy,= villains. Kalhed died to preserve part of our heritage.= A hero.