From the album Water Sign (1983).
Queen with Killer Queen.
Album Sheer heart attack (1974).
Nite.
MFBB.
"...In this Christmas season, what we used to call Christendom is sad and diminished, led by a fatuous social-justice pope and a European political class that has doubled down on civilizational suicide. Here is a small but telling story of the new France:
NICE, France – Valérie Aubry-Dumont got the news in a WhatsApp message from deep inside Islamic State territory. "Mom, you're going to be a grandmother," wrote her teenage daughter, Cléa.
When Aubry-Dumont last saw her daughter, Cléa was a 16-year-old girl attending Catholic school in a Paris suburb. After a breakup, Cléa met a young man online and within months the couple fled France to live in a stretch of northern Syria ruled by Islamic State.
Islam has a three-pronged strategy for its conquest of Europe: immigration, fertility, and conversion. I have been writing about the last for years. From seven years ago:
Let's say you work in an office in those cities: One day they install a Muslim prayer room, and a few folks head off at the designated time, while the rest of you get on with what passes for work in the EU. A couple of years go by, and it's now a few more folks scooting off to the prayer room. Then it's a majority. And the ones who don't are beginning to feel a bit awkward about being left behind.
What do you do? The future showed up a lot sooner than you thought... If you're the average post-Christian Eurosecularist, what's the big deal? Who wants to be the last guy sitting in the office sharpening his pencil during morning prayers?
Funny how quickly it all happened. There was the woman on reception, but she retired. And the guy in personnel who used to say, sotto voce, that Geert Wilders had a point. But he emigrated the year after Wilders did.
Four years later, just to underline the point, Arnoud van Doorn, the producer of Wilders's "Islamophobic" film Fitna, converted to Islam.
Yet I failed to discern perhaps the most poignant trend in this abandonment of their inheritance by native Europeans:
For some French families, the Paris attacks, while deepening the wedge between militants and the West, were a painful reminder of their ties to the enemy.
The French wife of Foued Mohamed-Aggad—who along with two others killed 90 people in Paris's Bataclan concert hall on Nov. 13—is living in Islamic State territory and ready to give birth "any day now," said Françoise Cotta, a lawyer Mohamed-Aggad's mother approached in an attempt to bring the child back to France.
"An alarming number of young men and women are leaving France to start a family in Syria," said Alain Ruffion, director at Unimed, a group that works to prevent the radicalization of residents around the southern French city of Nice.
Read that sentence and marvel. The Continent is in its unprecedented demographic death spiral because insufficient "young men and women" wish to start a family in Europe. But significant numbers of demoiselles like Cléa Aubry-Dumont are eager to find a nice fierce bearded young man and go off with him to "start a family in Syria". You'd almost get the impression Europe is literally barren soil.
As for this side of the Atlantic, it's not just that Trump wasn't hurt by his call for an end to Muslim immigration, but that (once you detach his name from the proposal) even 45 per cent of Democrats support the idea. In Europe, given the prosecutions of Geert Wilders and Marine LePen, it's not clear you're even allowed to pose the question. And, until it's asked and answered, there will be more and more middle-aged ladies like Valérie Aubry-Dumont who lose their daughters to Allah. Because something always beats nothing, and all Hollande and Merkel and the Eutopian political class are offering their subjects is one big cobwebbed nothing...."
"And so there is, in the [EU's] foreign policy, a black stain of shame, and that's the immigration crisis.
Politicians who close their eyes for the fact that the migration wave hasn't already rolled over us, and are telling us not to worry, remind me of a former mayor of Prague. At the time of the floods this mayor stood on the bridge and told everybody that the situation is under control. Two hours later the Prague Underground was under water. Sometimes I feel like Cassandra [in Greek mythology King Priam's daughter, who was given by Apollo the gift of foretelling the future but simultaneously cursed to never finding anyone to believe her], who warned Troy of imminent invaders, but I am absolutely convinced that that what is coming is an organized invasion and not a spontaneous influx of refugees.
Those who are in favor of immigration talk of empathy, of solidarity. Empathy is required towards the old, the sick and especially the children. The great majority however of the illegal immigrants are young, healthy men without families.
And I ask myself why these men don't take weapons in their hands and fight for their own countries' freedom and against IS?
The migration crisis is obviously making IS stronger, and I cannot imagine that in the days of the Boehmen und Maehren Protektorat [how the Nazis called occupied Czechoslovakia] our country's young men would have fled to Great Britain to ask for welfare checks.
They fled to take up arms for the freedom of their country [enough Czechs managed to escape to Great Britain to form a brigade, and there were sufficient airmen to form two fighter squadrons, 310 and 312, and one bomber squadron, 311].
The same goes for those fleeing countries where there is no war, which at the same time is weakening these countries.
When on 17 November a pro-immigration demonstration was organized, I was informed by our intelligence services that the signs in the demonstration would contain the message: "This is not our country. Refugees welcome". Then someone told the organizers that a message like that was grotesquely stupid, and so it was changed into the slightly less idiotic "This country is for everybody. Refugees welcome."
At the end of my Christmas message I want to assure you of two very obvious things:
'THIS LAND IS OUR LAND.
AND THIS LAND IS NOT, AND CANNOT BE, FOR EVERYBODY.'
Dear friends, a happy and joyful New Year."