Where do we go when all the stories fail?
All the stories are failing. Fewer and fewer want to go and sit in big, draughty buildings with high ceilings – no matter how beautifully fan-vaulted – to hear them anymore. The picture below shows the purpose-made wooden pews of the 12th century church of St John the Baptist in Glastonbury, Somerset. Last week, they went to auction to be sold off to the highest bidder.
I was struck by Princess Joy Villas’ bravery for not only wearing such a figure-hugging sexy dress for the Grammy Awards, but one that also made her allegiance to Trump clear. I say ‘brave’ because the American singer-songwriter was surrounded by legions of leftie luvvies who all follow Hillary and who seem to believe that having sex with a white male is a crime. Continue reading
This article is only for awake grown-ups – in other words, those who aren’t afraid to face the truth about why Islamic violence in Europe appears to be unstoppable, and why no amount of turning your profile picture into a flag and trying to ‘pray for Paris’ or ‘pray for Berlin’ is making the slightest bit of difference.
Prayers, petitions, hashtags, angry tweets, discussions on internet shows … all are useless. They are laughing at us.
The Islamic invasion of Europe is unstoppable, and will continue to be so, until we realise that many of those who were elected and appointed to serve us – politicians, judiciary, churchmen, councillors and police – are what Muslims call dhimmis. Continue reading
Last time the invading Muslims were on the verge of over-running Europe was in 1683, when Mehmed IV of the Ottoman Empire sent the following message to Leopold, King of Austria:
“Primarily we order You to await Us in Your residence city of Vienna so that We can decapitate You… (…) We will exterminate You and all Your followers… (…) Children and adults will be exposed to the most atrocious tortures before put to an end in the most ignominious way imaginable…” Continue reading
There was an article in the Financial Times recently with the take-away that we might as well give in and surrender to Islam because we don’t have any culture of our own in Europe worth preserving. It was written by one Gideon Rachman – for those who were around in the Sixties, the name of the Jewish slum landlord Rachman, who featured in the Profumo Affair, would have rung a loud bell. And I thought it highly ironic and a classic example of how those that we’re persuaded to welcome into the country under the pretence of “cultural enrichment” end up turning around and biting the hand that feeds them – just like some of those largely male ‘refugees’ in the German reception centres who are biting more than the hands of those providing for their needs, and grabbing at their breasts too.