What losing a war looks like. More accurately, refusing to fight it in the first place, or even acknowledge you’re in one at all, when it’s being waged against you at every imaginable turn—with not just the usual weapons, but with anything ready to hand: hammers, knives, screwdrivers, garden tools, ordinary vehicles, matches—random bits of paper and plastic and string, gobs of hair. Only then will the Left finally understand their childish folly, and the sort of enemy we’re facing. Not a moment before; their delusions are far too precious to them to admit error before the horror leaps out at them from every conceivable source, and renders them incapable of clinging steadfastly to their pathetic denial.
This place is just like Sweden. Terrified of admitting the truth about the threat we face, about the horrors committed by the migrants we failed to deter — because to admit that we are sinking, and fast, would be to admit that everything the liberals believe is wrong.
That multiculturalism has not worked. That it is one big fat failure and one big fat lie.
President Erdogan of Turkey said there is a war being waged between the crescent and the cross. But he is wrong. Because the cross is not strong. We are down on bended knee, a doormat to be trodden on, a joke only funny to those that wish us harm.
The war is between London and the rest of the country. Between the liberals and the right-minded. Between those who think it is more important to tip-toe around the cultures of those who choose to join us, rather than defend our own culture.
How many more times?
And how many more attacks must pass before we acknowledge these are no longer the acts of ‘extremists’? That there is no safe badge with which to hold these people at arm’s length, in the way the liberals casually use the term ‘far-right’ for anyone who has National pride.
These events are no longer extreme. They are commonplace. Every day occurrences.
These people are no longer extremists. They are simply more devout. More true to their beliefs. Beliefs which will be supported endlessly across our state broadcaster for the next few months until we buy into the narrative that one religion is not to blame.
That in fact we should blame Brexit supporters. For believing in a Britain. As it was before.
Anything but the truth.
I will walk over the river tonight and look to the Thames, to the Union flag lowered at half mast, and the Parliament below, and I will wonder, just how much longer we can go on like this.
Why, until the Progressivists are defeated, discredited, cowed, crushed, and marginalized to the point of abject humiliation…and not one moment before. Until they are openly scorned for their pathological adherence to unreality—their cowardice and blank stupidity recognized as nothing more than a lodestone guiding an entire culture to degradation and defeat—to the point that they dare not even speak their puling bullshit in public for fear of savage mockery at the hands of sensible people.
But read the comments and you’ll see that even in bloody London, after this most fresh of a whole slew of hideous attacks over recent years—before the blood has even congealed—they’re nowhere near that point. The fools profess shock, confusion, and disgust over this most elementary blast of common sense; they reel in horror at the idea of admitting the truth that isn’t merely staring them in the face, but clubbing them over the head—killing them, literally fucking killing them, in job lots.
And so I raise the question again: how much blood must be spilled before the Left is willing to confront its failure, its ignorance, its muttonheaded, moist-eyed belief in a total equality among men that in no way represents our harsher reality? How many more of us must die before they admit that their adolescent fantasy is nothing more than just that? How much wanton mass murder must we tolerate before they are willing to let go of their puerile daydreams and acknowledge the world as it exists, rather than clinging so desperately to an ideology that fundamentally misapprehends—brushes off, dismisses, actually—the darker aspect of human nature right out of the gate?
And the answer keeps coming back: MORE. More yet, more still. Not enough, not quite yet.
Which presents another, perhaps more vital and relevant question: how much Progressivist foolishness, their cowardice and juvenile self-indulgence, will WE tolerate before we take effective steps to end this patent madness? When will the sane majority finally decide that enough is truly enough and refuse to grant them and their inane, PC psychobabble serious consideration? When will we shove them aside and deal with a barbaric enemy in the rough and ruthless fashion that is our only hope of ever harnessing the primordial, atavistic belief system that is Islam?
When we will decide to defend our culture, our way of life—our actual, physical LIVES, ferchrissakes, individually and collectively—in the way merited? To stop being ashamed of our flaws, mourning our failures, apologizing for our missteps, and start protecting our precious civilization against a savage enemy who will neither cease nor rest at any point short of our complete annihilation?
I beg your indulgence here, folks, for I am about to say it yet again: In order to defeat our Muslim antagonists, we must first defeat the Left. There is no hope of achieving the one without first achieving the other; as long as Tranzi, multiculti, PC Leftism is still taken even remotely seriously by anything more than a handful of shunned loons skulking quietly about in a few urban enclaves, we will continue to endure the occasional appalling slaughter in our very heartland. We’re still a long, long way from it. In the end, we’re going to have to recognize that, no matter how many of them are massacred, there will always be a certain number who would rather die than fight back; who would rather embrace a failed pipe-dream of an ideology than ever admit error, even in the face of the most direct and dire evidence of said failure imaginable.
Well, so be it. Too bad there isn’t some way to ensure that the troglodytic “refugees” they insist on importing can’t be salted into the wealthy urban enclaves housing the only people clamoring for us to “do something” to “help” them, rather than quietly shipped out to Middle America for us to deal with, to be forgetting until another one of them kills as many of us as he can manage. Put a few tens of thousands of them in the heart of Hollywood, Brooklyn, Chicago, Austin, Seattle, and San Francisco and let the fur fly, rather than forcing those of us in the heartland to cope with them, I say.
You want ’em, libs? Well, dammit, you got ’em, then. And then we can all sit back and see how that works out for ya.
Blind, deaf, and above all dumb update! This comment would seem to be fairly representative:
Oh grow a pair Hopkins. The IRA terror campaign was far worse and before that we had the Blitz. Stop whining and just get on with life like the rest of us.
I won’t even bother trying to dissect or analyze any of that. Just bask in liberal idiocy of the purest ray serene for the nonce; this is The Pure, the golden mean, the 190-proof elixir that can’t be further broken down or distilled, and is so toxic it will corrode everything it touches in time. It’s all there in this one, folks: arrogance; historical ignorance; condescension; smug assumption of personal impunity; disregard for anything but ideological purity; resignation to an intolerable reality in favor of the protection of cherished illusions; wholesale thoughtlessness about what the end-state of these beloved assumptions might be.
And realize once and for all that they care far, far more about protecting their cherished delusions than they ever will care about protecting their country, their countrymen, their family and friends, their children, their future, or even themselves.
And THAT’S how deep Progressivist insanity goes, folks. I repeat yet again: if we ever hope to defeat Islam, we must first defeat this. Truly, utterly, and completely.