No Words

There is nothing quite like a national tragedy to highlight the paucity of vocabulary that afflicts post-traumatic-state-disorder. It’s as if there is some laid down glossary of acceptable terms to which all public figures must adhere: Together we stand. We are united. They will not prevail. The litany goes on... and on... and on. We must not let hate win, they say, hate having won, decisively, on the day. We are not afraid, they say. But wait, it’s not the hatred that delivered the Manchester murders that is on trial here, but the natural fearful reaction of the bereaved.

You can do vigils, you can do candles, you can even do angry poetry but until the hysteria calms down and we strike back, in cold blood, nothing will ever change. The message being sent to the world? Bomb us, murder us, rape us and rob us for welfare and we will simply lie down and let you do it all again. Yes, we’ll look at you pleadingly and utter the mealy-mouthed borrowed phrases of political simpletons, but we will not lift a finger against you. Come, we are easy meat; our country is yours for the taking. No wonder Christians get persecuted in some countries – they practically beg for it.

Rather than actually fight we will cynically use that word to mean something different. We will fight to understand your pain, empathise with your plight, open up a ‘dialogue’ with your emotions and find a way to your heart. And it doesn’t matter how many of us you kill and how many times you actually tell us that our death is what your ideology demands, we will ignore the simple truth and continue to fight to discover a reassuring way of blaming your actions on ourselves. It must be my fault that daddy keeps hitting me; it must be. He does it because he loves me...

Of course, the authorities are fighting back. Oh yes. They are fighting against the backlash of islamophobia; they are policing imaginary hate crime; they are poised and ready to punish you for your horrified response to horrific events. Bomb a venue, kill 22 people and you need to be understood, but express revulsion at the act and post a social media message of antipathy and you must be sanctioned. Pre-meditated murder is bad, this says, but knee-jerk condemnation of it is worse.

How many more empty words?

‘Don’t let hate win. Embrace. Come together. Stand strong. My heart goes out. My thoughts are with. We pray for. Solidarity. The lost vocabulary of official responses finds its apotheosis in the hollow phrase ‘there are no words’. If that’s the case then tell me, why are we still just talking?

Time to decide

Hooray for Laszlo Toroczkai, the mayor of Ásotthalom in Hungary, who has declared his village a muslim-free zone. Naturally, the usual suspects are howling in derision and pointing out that there are only two muslim residents there anyway, who are long-standing and integrated into the community. Well, to them I say, surely this move is the best possible way of avoiding the strife that muslims inevitably bring wherever they settle... including their own native countries. Keep them out, then you don’t have to deport them later.

Deterrence is surely a far kinder and more effective way than submitting to invasion and later having to confront ‘the muslim problem’. If Jeremy Corbyn understood this he wouldn’t have made such a tit of himself over renewing Trident. The Corbynist side of, well, everything is calling the mayor’s move an attempt to create a white supremacist enclave, whereas the mayor states, reasonably enough, that they like things as they are. So what if Nick Griffin is hovering on the sidelines? If he wants to move there, the village can vet his suitability just as they should be able to do with any other resident.

Small communities may be our only chance of fighting back; our cities are already infested. And I do mean infested. There are few countries with significant muslim populations who do not have disproportionately even more significant social problems. Chicken or egg; do the concentrations of muslims cause squalor, or are they merely attracted to it? Either way, show me one and I’ll show you the other. But what about rich muslims, you ask? Oh yes, you know the ones, the ones who don’t act like muslims...

You have to apply a certain homespun logic here and look at the development of islamic communities in the west. It starts with economic migration; nothing wrong with that. But then there is a period of quiet expansion, objections to which are shut down as xenophobic. Exceptions are made, minority status exploited and then as muslims are elected to positions of authority and exercise privilege in their favour, the braying idiots of the left applaud their enterprise and encourage it in the name of diversity. Mosques are built, white flight ensues, ghettoization follows and then we see the muscle-flexing.

Calls to prayer, mass gatherings, stopping the traffic, demonstration calling to establish a caliphate, outright defiance of the law and then unopposed open threats to the established people that sharia will prevail. The idea that ‘islamophobia’ is hostility towards muslims is a particularly insidious form of political correctness; islamophobia is what it says it is, a genuine fear of the rise of islam and what it brings. And still the so-called ‘moderate’ muslims remain silent, like concentration camp guards who are following their orders and doing their job.

The religion of peace? Still believe that?

Where we are now is at an uneasy stand-off, but it will only last for so long. Sooner or later one side or the other will have to act decisively and given that only one side has the balls, the motivation, the command from on high and the rapidly growing numbers there is a certain creeping inevitability about it all. So, condemn a village because it wants to stay the way it is? Call a man a racist because he wants to avoid racial and cultural conflict? It’s time to decide which side you are on; it really is.

You Choose

Spoiled for choice. Hobson’s choice. Choice cuts. The choices you make... the modern world is filled with more options than any person has had presented to them ever before in history. The least educated in society nevertheless have access, instant access, to a world of information the most educated didn’t have just two decades ago. You can hook up to advice on every subject you have the ability to name. No matter what other excuses you give yourself, “I didn’t know” is the one that carries the least credence.

You may not choose to be highly intelligent, but you can choose to gain knowledge. You may not choose to be unemployed but you can choose to go looking for work. You choose to be idle, to be fat, to be ignorant. You choose to follow the herd, or not. Except for very few among us, it is up to individuals what they make of what they’ve got. The expression ‘he’s got the whole world in his hand’ has never been truer and yet there is little evidence the world is growing any smarter. But still you get to choose; you may be stupid, but you can choose to keep that to yourself.

You can even choose what to feel, in no small measure. Your instinctive reaction to events, people, ideas and all may be revulsion, but you can choose not to be just timidly revolted and instead adopt a cooler, dispassionate response. And for those who are programmed to respond to the appeasing, progressive voices of our times, even you can look out from your warm blanket of wilful ignorance and at least wonder for a moment why they still want to kill us.

For, make no mistake, choices were made in Brussels. The Belgian bombers chose to follow islam – religion is always a choice – and they chose to hate their host country and all it represents. Did they choose to protest with banners and rallies, the method used by civilised people to make their voices heard? No, they coldly and deliberately and without compassion took away the choices of those they killed. Those who remain are now presented with a choice of how to respond to a threat that quite clearly is not going away.

This is nothing to do with ‘Middle Eastern Foreign Policy’. It has everything to do with a backwards religion and a martial political movement which will stop at nothing to achieve world domination – we’ve been here before. Will our leaders choose to deal wisely with this threat, or will they continue to choose to believe it has nothing to do with islam until the lights go out all over the world? How do you want the west to respond; what choices do we have?

Charles Dickens wrote:  “You are fettered," said Scrooge, trembling. "Tell me why?" "I wear the chain I forged in life," replied the Ghost. "I made it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it.” We are wearing the chains of our own making; by electing governments who have chosen, against all the clear evidence of experience, to adopt the doctrines and dogma of multiculturalism and pursue white-guilt-driven policies of ignoring the hateful choices made by their adored chosen people.

They chose. Choose back...

But we still have our own choices to make; Jean-Paul Sartre said “We are our choices”. You can break free from your conditioning, loosen your chains and refuse to turn the other cheek yet again. Do you want to live in fear, in a society at war with itself and forever afraid of offending anybody – the one we have now? Or do you want a society where the threat from a barbarous invader is in the history books where it belongs? You choose.