Saturday, March 31, 2018


DowneastBlog wishes its readers a Happy Easter!

Jesus Has Risen

1 After the Sabbath, at dawn on the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to look at the tomb. 2 There was a violent earthquake, for an angel of the Lord came down from heaven and, going to the tomb, rolled back the stone and sat on it. 3 His appearance was like lightning, and his clothes were white as snow. 4 The guards were so afraid of him that they shook and became like dead men. 5 The angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. 6 He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay. 7 Then go quickly and tell his disciples: ‘He has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him.’ Now I have told you.” 8 So the women hurried away from the tomb, afraid yet filled with joy, and ran to tell his disciples. 9 Suddenly Jesus met them. “Greetings,” he said. They came to him, clasped his feet and worshiped him. 10 Then Jesus said to them, “Do not be afraid. Go and tell my brothers to go to Galilee; there they will see me.”



All week long I have been wanting to write something about the twin murders of Lt. Col. Beltrame and Mireille Knoll but couldn't find the time. Mark Steyn does a better job:

"Colonel Beltrame took four bullets, and from his sick bed, in hospital at Carcassonne, was married to his fiancée Marielle. They had planned a June wedding, but could no longer wait. In the early hours of Saturday morning the French Interior Minister, Gérard Collomb, Tweeted:

Le lieutenant-colonel Arnaud Beltrame nous a quittés. Mort pour la patrie. Jamais la France n'oubliera son héroïsme, sa bravoure, son sacrifice.

"Lieutenant-Colonel Arnaud Beltrame has left us. He died for his country. France will never forget his heroism, his bravery, his sacrifice."

I wonder if that is true; I wonder if even M Collomb will remember his name in the years ahead. I was last in Carcassonne two years ago, heading south from Toulouse, a city that to me seemed lost, with soldiers ambling the allée Jean-Jaurès in four-man patrols with weapons drawn, as surly young Mohammedans made masturbatory gestures at them from passing cars. In the day, you can just about believe it's a French city, with pretty demoiselles bicycling bare-legged with the wind in their hair. With sundown, the post-French future comes creeping in. In the teeming warren of side streets north of the allée, every place - every grotty paved triangle at the intersection of the narrow one-way lanes - is surrendered to knots of young Arab and more occasionally African men. I sat at a cheap plastic table outside an unprepossessing patisserie in the Place Robert-Schuman "Père de l'Europe" - "father of Europe", by which they mean M Schuman was one of the founders of what's now the EU. But in Place Robert-Schuman at 8.30 on a Tuesday night there was not a single person M Schuman would have recognized as "European". Even more startling, the streets appeared to have been vacuumed of women, not just the pretty girls on the bicyclettes but all females. All that remained were the men - bored, restless, resentful.

Via Jewish Defence League:

Lt. Col. Beltrame was ritually slaughtered. His throat was slit, a fact the media conveniently forget to mention.

In contrast to Toulouse, Carcassonne an hour south is inspirational. The city is a magnificent, two-thousand-year-old hill fortress that's been fought over by Romans, Visigoths, Saracens, Charlemagne, Pepin le Bref, Albigensians, Papal legates, Simon de Montfort, the Black Prince, and a few others I may have forgotten. I was headed from Toulouse to Marseille and Nice, but I saw the town from the autoroute, remembered it from childhood, and stopped - because, as often in Europe these days, I felt as if the chance might not come again. So I revisited the frieze at the Narbonne gate of "Dame Carcas", a possibly mythical character from the days when it was a Muslim fortress under siege by Christians and, after a cunning if apocryphal ruse, milady Carcas rang the bells and thereby gave the town its name - "Carcas sonne".

Carcassonne was literally a breath of fresh air after Toulouse. But ask not for whom Carcas' bells toll: an ancient hill fortress doesn't work as well when the enemies are not without, but inside the gates, all jumbled up with your guys. And so it was that Moroccan-born Redouane Lakdim began his killing spree by hijacking a car in Carcassonne, injuring the driver, killing his passenger, dumping both bodies in the bushes, and running over a patrol of gendarmes. The authorities took the precaution of evacuating the outer town and ordering the walled city into "lockdown", as they didn't call it back in Charlemagne's day. But the Allahu Akbar loon was already en route to Trèbes, an outlying community of 5,000 people, where the Super U sits between a kebab house and the ancient farmland of what, until recently, we had assumed was eternal, enduring France.

For all he mourns the brave M Beltrame, Gérard Collomb and his colleagues will do nothing to reverse the suicidal immigration policies that lead to French citizens getting taking hostage in the supermarket. I am human enough to be moved by the story of Arnaud Beltrame's deathbed wedding. I am human enough to be moved by the story of the 85-year-old Parisienne who survived the Holocaust only to be stabbed eleven times and then set alight round about the exact same time Colonel Beltrame was being shot by M Lakdim. Back in 1942, the then young girl was one of many Paris Jews arrested by collaborationist French police in the "Vel d'Hiv" round-up and shipped to Auschwitz. In the habit of western politicians only saying sorry for things their predecessors did, President Macron recently apologized for Vel d'Hiv. Perhaps in seventy-five years, his successor will apologize for M Macron's own feebleness and passivity in the face of a new enemy. Or perhaps by then there will be, in any meaningful sense, no France.

I would like to know the murdered octogenarian's name, but the authorities and media have agreed to refer to her only as "Mireille K", weirdly diminishing and dehumanizing her even in death. [UPDATE: The victim's surname has now been given as Mme Knoll.] As I said, I am human enough to be moved by these stories, and would like to know and remember the names of all the victims of the insane decision to keep importing Islam into the heart of the west. But there are so many of them, and arithmetic ultimately overwhelms humanity. There will be more Arnaud Beltrames and "Mireille K"s, because there will be more Redouane Lakdims, because more and more arrive each day, because President Macron and M Collomb and their counterparts throughout Europe have decreed it must be so and can never change.

A video via The Daily Mail:

Yet there is other arithmetic that democratic societies wishing to remain democratic would be prudent not to disregard. A new EU-wide poll finds that seventy per cent of Europeans think the "rapid population growth of Muslims" is a somewhat or very serious threat to Europe. In France, it's 66 per cent - which, given the high percentage of Muslims already in France, suggests perhaps some three-quarters of ethnic French agree on the "seriousness" of the threat. What's the old saying - "Fifty million Frenchmen can't be wrong"? Sixty-six per cent of 67 million is 44,220,000 - and those 44 million Frenchmen are as wrong as wrong can be, at least as far as Europe's political class is concerned.

Also from that new poll: Fifty per cent of Europeans believe their children will live worse lives. In France, it's 62 per cent. Could these two statistics - the 66 per cent who regard Islam as a serious threat, and the 62 per cent who think the new generation will lead worse lives - possibly be connected? A society that truly wished to honor Arnaud Beltrame's sacrifice would at least permit honest discussion of the question, and of immigration policies that ensure only that the walls of Carcassonne and of the French state will crumble to nothing."

When, God forbid, it ever comes to that, no Frenchman or -woman will be able to say "On ne l'a pas su".


Thursday, March 29, 2018


It's hard to believe Belgium's 'prime' newspaper De Standaard still claims to bring objective and balanced news.

Today's main article on foreign policy matters dealt with Kim Jong Un's visit to the PRC:

"Kim Jong Un actually promises a Spring full of 'joy and hope', and as such claims a normal diplomatic role. However, the American hardliner John Bolton could spoil things.


It really stands there.



In North Korea's 'Arduous March', the period between 1994 and 1998, enormous swaths of the population suffered from famine. Certainly, devastating floods, and later extreme drought, contributed to the disaster. But the main culprit was first and foremost the Stalinist country's economic mismanagement. Estimates as to the number of those perishing from starvation vary wildly and run from about a quarter of a million to 3.5 million. The latter number is possibly a fabrication of the regime itself to spur the international community to come to their aid, but 2 million deaths is, tragically, an entirely possible death toll.

The regime today is not one iota better than twenty years ago, one might even argue au contraire, much worse, what with the nuclear threat now casting long shadows beyond NK's borders. A threat enabled by the then US government under Bill Clinton.

Let all that be no problem for our moral betters at De Standaard!!! Kim Jong Un, petty tyrant, murderer, hedonist, and cruel son of a bitch is a 'Statesman'. And John Bolton, bah, that's a 'hardliner'!

One of the many symptoms of one of many European pathologies on full display. God help us with a press corps like that.



OK, at least that's what Angela and Heiko would want you to believe.

The video shows a brawl between Culture Enrichers in the city of Duisburg, in the Ruhr area:

Via PI-News:

"Am Dienstag gegen 20 Uhr kam es einmal mehr zu einem Straßenkrieg zwischen zwei Gruppen neo-plus-deutscher Fachkräfte. In Duisburg-Hamborn am Altmarkt trugen insgesamt etwa 60 bis 80 Personen eine Auseinandersetzung in ihrer kulturell eigenen Art und Weise aus. Man ging mit Macheten, Eisenstangen, Teleskopschlagstöcken und Haushaltsutensilien, wie einem Staubsaugerrohr aufeinander los. Rund 100 Polizisten waren im Einsatz und wurden ebenso aggressiv angegangen – verbal und körperlich."


"On Tuesday around 8pm once again street fighting took place between two groups of neo-plus-German qualified craftsmen. In Duisburg-Hamborn on the Altmarkt between 60 and 80 persons solved some misunderstandings in a culturally appropriate manner. With machetes, iron bars, bats, kitchen utensils and even a vacuum cleaner's metal tube. Around 150 police officers were deployed and were themselves aggressively attacked - verbally and physically."

Danke, Frau Merkel, danke!

If you import the Third World, you become the Third World.


Monday, March 26, 2018


Our buddies at Gates of Vienna have another telling video up with the testimony of Susanne Wiesinger, a Viennese middle school teacher:

This is the transcript:

00:00 You can notice the day’s struggle by Susanne Wiesinger, and also the relief.
00:05 She became very popular with other teachers for her honest words concerning
00:08 the growing influence of Islam in Vienna schools. —All of them were very emotional
00:11 and very happy. Some also said:
00:20 “It’s a shame I don’t dare do that.” They would also like to say it.
00:25 but they don’t dare, for all possible reasons.
00:35 This was the biggest mistake that we made,
00:40 that we completely entrusted a failed integration to the FPÖ [Freedom Party, right-wing].
00:45 And I also understood from talks today
00:50 that we don’t really SEE what mistakes we made.
00:55 Because we are too much invested in party politics.
01:00 I hope
01:05 that one day we’ll have more courage, and that we lose our vanity.
01:10 While the School Authority would like to leave the uncomfortable subject behind
01:14 as soon as possible, the 53-year-old teacher hopes that
01:18 from now on the problems of Muslim students will be
01:21 discussed often and tackled seriously. The silence has to end at last.
01:26 I believe the most important thing is to take it out of the media as soon as possible.
01:31 I’m under the impression, a very strong impression, that all will be well now.
01:36 And that I don’t have to speak out anymore.
01:41 It’s better if others take over,
01:46 or that I should remove myself from the line of fire.
01:49 Before her going public there was supposed to be
01:56 a discussion with Vienna State School Councilor Heinrich Himmer.
02:01 However, Susanne Wiesinger doesn’t believe that it will ever happen,
02:04 even though right now there’s a great need for talking.

The lady is rather optimistic as to the chances that this matter will from now on be discussed more openly. More at "IN A CLASS OF 25 CHILDREN, 21 MUST BE INTEGRATED."

"Eine Lehrerin aus Wien berichtet über große Probleme mit muslimischen Schülern. Diese interessierten sich mehr für ihren Glauben als für den Unterricht. Die Wiener Schulbehörde widerspricht der Frau aus der sozialdemokratischen Lehrergewerkschaft."


"A teacher from Vienna reports on huge problems with muslim pupils. These are more interested in their faith than in the courses taught. The director and staff of the school in question deny what the teacher, a member of a social democrat teacher's union, is saying."

Of course they do, the coward dhimmis.

If, God forbid, this insanity ever metastizes in its final gory endpoint, the Austrians won't be able to say 'Wir haben es nicht gewusst.'