Saturday, July 16, 2016


Again, the swine posing as the President of the United States, Barack Hussein Obama, did not miss the opportunity to rub salt in the wounds of the deceased's relatives.

He called the murders in Nice an "appalling attack on the freedom and the peace that we cherish,” Also, "We pledge to stand with our French friends as we defend our nations against this scourge of terrorism and violence. This is a threat to all of us."

It's the kind of lame senseless boilerplate we have come to expect from someone who is essentially a product of the muslim world.

It was just... terror, you know. Happens all the time.

And echoing him were the usual suspects: Merkel, Hollande and his cronies Valls and Cazeneuve, Justin Trudeau, Malcolm Turnbull, Hillary Clinton et al. All "standing united together against hatred and violence", in the words of that idiot Donald Tusk.

When you have cancer of the bone marrow, of which one nasty side effect is brittle bones, you don't address the problem by merely placing the person in question on a calcium-rich diet.

You address the cancer.

If you don't, the person will die.

It's pretty much what's happening.

They are addressing the side effects.

Not the cancer.

The cancer is ISLAM.

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Every year, right after New Year's Day, I invite our personnel and their spouses to a dinner in an excellent restaurant. Last time round, with the November murders in Paris still fresh in memory, the conversation turned towards the terror attacks and it's relation to the islamization of our countries.

Far too many people who rely for their news only on what the regime press, our cowards of politicians, and the cultural and educational sector tell them, still cling to the absurd notion that islam is basically okey-dokey and that the terrorists "do not represent the real islam". When I told Dominique, the spouse of one of my workers, that the ROOT of the problem happens to be just that, ISLAM, I could see that she did not want to pursue the conversation along those lines. She did not look me in the eye, looked at the wallpaper instead, and with the merest, barely perceptible smile on her face, made it clear that no matter what I said re taqqiya, abrogation, the violent history of this cruel cult, abhorrent violation of women's rights in muslim countries, whatever, she was NEVER going to change her opinion. Her husbands's boss was a bigot after all. I could see that's what she thought, merely by observing her body language.

Two and a half months later, I heard from her husband that one of her colleagues had not shown up for work.

It was March 22nd, and the colleague in question happened to be on the metro in Maalbeek Station.

She survived.

But she is still incapacitated.

When I asked Dominique's husband last week how that colleague was doing, he replied that she was still unrecognizable, and will be for a long time yet.

Would Dominique have thought about the aborted conversation she had with me in January?

Would she have considered to change her mind about islam?

I'm sorry to say that honestly, I don't believe she did.

Likewise, I'm convinced this latest atrocity has had no effect yet on the minds of Europe's deluded people. Or if it has, it's not been enough. And as I am writing this, the scoundrels in the Luegenpresse are already doing a fine job to deflect the motives away from mohammedanism. This morning I had to read that the perpetrator drank alcohol and took drugs and that therefore there can't be a religious angle - dixit his father, happily quoted by Het Laatste Nieuws.

So it's onwards to the next slaughter at the hands of muslim barbarians.


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