Saturday, October 31, 2015


Nightmarish scenes from the Slovenian/Austrian border, as "refugees" break through the barriers:

There are several factors in the developing migration nightmare. Chief among them is the failure of islam as a societal model. We will never have to welcome South Korean refugees because South Koreans are doing a stellar job of creating and maintaining a state where it is good to live. OK, we did receive people on the run from these quarters: in the late seventies, and they were called Boat People. But that phenomenon was courtesy the left's abandonment of South Vietnam and it's subsequent communist takeover.

But the message is, or should be clear. Muslims cannot create prosperous and free societies where people, guaranteed safety, jobs and health care, are content to stay. The ultra-rich Gulf States and KSA do not count, since social unrest is warded off with petrodollars, but that is a situation that in the long term cannot last.

No, islamic states know no distinction between faith (what they call their "faith") and the state, and the results are telling: islamic states are BAD to live in - and going on WORSE.

Then there is of course Merkel's insane invitation to come to Germany - because that's what it was.

But a third factor is, naturally, Greece's complete inability to shield it's borders. If the flow of "refugees" would be stopped THERE, manu militari if needs be, then the rest of the continent would not find itself in the horrible conundrum it's currently in.

In the back of my mind I have a sneaking suspicion that part of Greece's failure to close it's borders is payback for Germany's tough stance during the debt talks of last summer. I bet most of the Greeks enjoy more than a little Schadenfreude at letting hundreds of thousands muslim good-for-nothings through.

Now, even IF Greece would really be incapable of simply closing it's borders, what about the much-vaunted pan European military units? Eurocorps anyone? For decades I have heard leftist bigwigs brag about a single European Army (strong on HQ and weak on actual military hardware, for sure). Where is it?

Because that is the key to solving the crisis.

Instead of providing accommodation for millions of "refugees" in transit and at the places of dispersal, which will have the inevitable result of simply attracting MORE of them, all Europe needs to do is send multinational EU troops to Greece and seal the borders. Mission accomplished.

Any serious EU politician should ask himself this: has a Europe that is not even capable of preventing as yet unarmed assailants from entering it's territory even a right to proclaim it is a 'superpower'? Because that's how the cohorts of profiteers around Juncker, Schulze, Tusk, Verhofstadt et al consider their 'project'.


Thursday, October 29, 2015


Very decent article by American Thinker's Daren Jonescu on the Airhead just elected Canada's PM:

"....He was a progressive authoritarian’s dream come true, a conservative republican’s worst nightmare, and probably the single most divisive figure in his country’s history.

This was Pierre Elliot Trudeau, Canada’s third-longest serving prime minister (almost 16 years in total). After an academic career honing Marxist ideas, and many years as a socialist intellectual-at-large, during which he wrote “honest observer” whitewashes of international communism that would have made John Dewey proud, he finally made a pragmatic turn toward the “center,” abandoning the CCF party -- the hardline socialist precursor to today’s New Democrats -- to join the more electable Liberal Party. Maneuvering through the staid Liberal ranks by cleverly surfing the late ‘60s youth wave of peace, love, and good vibes, he was elected Prime Flower Child in 1968, in a national fit of what came to be called “Trudeaumania.”

During his first years in office, his girlfriend was Barbara Streisand. At the end of his final term, it was Margot Kidder. In between it was several other lefty women, some of them famous, in addition to the emotionally unstable wife who bore his sons, and reportedly also a couple of black eyes during the years of their marital breakdown. He likewise wielded his political power with little regard for moderation, tradition, norms, or principled commitment. Indeed, his great dream, and proudest accomplishment, was a document rechristening Canada -- a member of the British Commonwealth -- as, in effect, Trudeauland. The Constitution Act of 1982, including the Charter of Rights and Freedoms that Ruth Bader Ginsburg and other American leftists love to cite as exemplary of the modern social democrat philosophy they wish could replace the antiquated U.S. Constitution, was primarily Trudeau’s achievement.

He admired Mao’s China and Castro’s Cuba, fostered anti-Americanism in Canada like no previous prime minister, but in the end was as devoted to his legacy and his messiah fantasies as to his socialism. He established a model of iconoclastic lone avenger leadership that has infected Canada’s politics ever since, with even so-called conservative Stephen Harper succumbing to this “I make the rules around here” ethic throughout his years as prime minister. The most accurate name for his style of governance was “Trudeaucracy” -- analogous to “Maoism” -- a term coined in 1972 by journalist Lubor Zink, an escapee of communist Czechoslovakia who saw something familiar in his adopted home’s new leader.

During Trudeau’s nationally televised funeral in the fall of 2000, the older but more boyishly handsome of his sons, Justin, took full advantage of his first opportunity in the limelight to flaunt his devotion to his father’s spirit for all to admire. His flamboyant, self-important eulogy ended with a prolonged pose -- er, I mean pause -- with head pressed in grief against Dad’s casket, a moment which became the single most representative image of the funeral."

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A man is known by the company he keeps.

"...Justin Trudeau’s quick political rise, culminating in his Liberal Party’s election with a majority government on October 19, was a series of “Oh, yes!” moments for those who pine for the good old days of Trudeaucracy: an empowered Quebec separatist movement; “language rights” forced down everyone’s throat; the country balkanized along East-West and English-French lines as never before; leftist social engineering; Keynesian economics; a vanguard position in the global entrenchment of relativist “multiculturalism”; the nationalization of the energy industry; the decimation of a once proud military; support for communist expansionism around the world; and a leader who says things like, “Viva el Primer Ministro Comandante Fidel Castro!” and praises Mao Zedong for eradicating hunger in China (presumably by letting all the starving people die off).

For those not so sanguine about the memory of Trudeaucracy, Justin’s ascent, though seemingly as pre-ordained and unstoppable as male pattern baldness, was a series of “Oh, no!” moments, as a once plucky little population spread sparsely over a vast, noble land looked at itself in the mirror each day and thought, “Is this really all we have left?”

Yes, sadly, it is. Justin Trudeau is Prime Minister-Designate of Canada. Within days of the election, he had signalled the change by promising a major Canadian role in next month’s UN climate fascism summit in Paris. Canada has officially had its Obama Moment. After barely clinging to her sanity with years of the ineptly almost-conservative Harper government, she has finally revived the era of Trudeaucracy. This round, however, promises to be Trudeaucracy revisited as farce, the New Left lobotomized -- Obama North.

The distinctions between Trudeau the father and Trudeau the son -- charismatic intellectualism vs. the cult of celebrity, politics as a clash of ideologies vs. politics as pop showmanship, pragmatic socialist gradualism vs. knee-jerk sloganeering, communist fellow-traveling vs. Islamo-pandering -- are a microcosm of late modernity’s final stage of degeneration into nothingness. Fighting against the shapeshifting, duplicitous creature that was twentieth century progressivism was a difficult battle, unsuccessfully waged. But at least its opponents, the last-gasp defenders of political freedom, knew there was a monster under all those masks, and understood its danger and its foreignness. Today, civilization having sunk, its great battle lost (to update Yeats), we fight only the masks, and make our desperate lunges against a shadow. Progressivism, fulfilling its natural development, has abandoned us to leaders and leading intellectuals who barely even pretend to have ideas or ideals. We are ruled by slogans and ciphers, oppressed by an anti-human will-o’-the-wisp that has insinuated itself into our bloodstreams and neurons. In other words, we effectively enslave ourselves -- too weary to fight, too sated with gratifications to think, too timidly dependent even to object very strongly -- which has been the great project and purpose of real progressivism since its first seeds germinated in Germany two centuries ago.

Progressivism’s practical actors and beneficiaries remain among us, of course: the thugs and greedy backroom manipulators of the so-called left and right factions of the ruling establishment. But the intellectual superstructure of the movement, the men who made the theoretical case for collectivist authoritarianism in the name of the historical advancement of mankind -- totalitarianism’s brilliant liars and self-deluders -- are mostly a thing of the past. Their arguments, no longer needed, have withered away, as the State was supposed to have done in Marx’s theory. Today, rather than being prodded and cajoled toward the abyss with labyrinthine philosophical polemics and utopian rhetoric, we hurtle into disaster on greased wheels of sheer stupidity. In Canada’s instantiation of this final descent, the neo-Rousseauan idealism and distorted quest for “justice” that engendered the old Trudeaumania have been superseded by a simple, empty-headed mania, an enthusiastic longing for nothing. In other words, nihilism at last."

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A man is known by the company he keeps.

Now mind you, you only have to take the above into account if you are an incurable racist xenophobic bigot.

If, however, you are a nice, sophisticated, up-to-date World Citizen, you can do with the following news item courtesy De Standaard:

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De Standaard editor Annelien De Greef is SWOONING over Canada's new hotshot premier. The caption reads "De nieuwe hoop van Canada", meaning "CANADA'S NEW HOPE" - though I suppose you guessed that already.

Memo to Annelien De Greef: ma'am, grown a brai...

Oh forget it already, it's hopeless.


Tuesday, October 27, 2015


Copenhagen, Denmark, 24 October. During an ashura celebration some bloke fired a round from a pistol. It is not clear who the shooter was, it might have been an angry autochton, but it might just as well have been a sunni muslim, whatever. Video via the indispensable pi-news.

The man was immediately arrested and placed in a police car.

Look what happened next:

See how well integrated Denmark's muslims are. The respect they show vis-à-vis Danish cops!

Omen of things to come. Thank you our godless, spineless, traitorous class of bien-pensant politicians for the catastrophic mayhem you have unleashed on us.


Monday, October 26, 2015


Um Muhammad Shamasne is the mother whose son Muhammad was killed while perpetrating a terrorist attack on a bus in Jerusalem on October 12. She was recently interviewed in her home by the Lebanese Al-Quds TV channel. She regretted "that her son had not taken her with him to be martyred" and at some point offered the interviewer candy to celebrate Muhammmad's "martyrdom". She then expressed the desire that her other sons would follow in his footsteps, pulled out a knife, and threatened: "My deeds will speak louder than words."

Imagine you're stuck with neighbors like Umm Muhammad Shamasne.