As expected by anybody sane enough not to trust the UN for fixing anything over there, Iran's armed wing in Lebanon, the Hizballah, is staging a coup. God, I sure wish Israel had used a tiny bit more of that "disproportionate force", back in Summer 2006.

Anyway, Fox News has the photos:



His ridiculous makeshift balaclava notwithstanding, the nincompoop has a nice boomstick. Probably the reason why he looks like Dopey who would just had figured the anatomical differences between Snow White and the six other dwarves.

And these guys pretend to take over and rule the world under the House of Islam?

I normally browse the web behind a thick layer of proxy servers and filtering tools that allow me to read web pages without a single ad in sight.

For reasons that don't belong here they were deactivated this morning when, as I was checking my referrers and following back a single hit from the famous Waffle SS fan club, I hit the Brussels Journal's phony "moral equivalence" outrage page.

Imagine my surprise—and click for the full screenshot, to imagine it even better. Alone in Brussels? Not anymore: me love you long time, Allah u'ackbar.

That's the beauty of the complex automated word filtering algorithms behind the Google Ads system. The little software gremlins "read" the BJ¹ page and find "Brigitte Bardot" and "Islam". They check against their advertisers' listing and push the most relevant ad with their little software gremlins hands. In this case, Brigitte Bardot+Islam mean the reader might be interested in Muslim hot² chicks. Google's little software gremlins are quite clever.

Ergo, the big fat ad for Muslima³, the "International Muslim matrimonial site" on a Euro white Nationalist-Supremacist site posturing as a "Conservative" outlet that sees itself as the champion of the thorny issue of unfettered Islamic immigration, so-called "European population replacement⁴" and the Coming Fall of the West under the Invasion of Muslim Breeding Machines.

Priceless.

And it gets better.

While ignoring that I specifically wrote "Brigitte Bardot should definitely not be prosecuted, no matter how stupid or pertinent her opinions" before laying down my reasons not to side with her like I had—and still would—for people like Oriana Fallaci and Michel Houellebecq, prosecuted in France just like BB, and for similar reasons as far as the free critic of Islam is concerned, the trousered apes⁵ that comment on the BJ's smear job quickly moved from feigned concerns over Brigitte Bardot's freedom of speech that are as faked as they are irrelevant⁶, to the usual stock of the rabble of Euro white-priders, Nationalists, Sovereignists and whatnot. Namely:

Mixing Islam with race—much like their alleged "enemies" in the Islamist and Multiculturalist side, ironically enough—cloaked pro-Serbian Nazism, bitter quips at the situation in Iraq taken straight out of Jean-Marie Le Pen's little book of support to Saddam Hussein, confused justification of the former's anti-Semitic remarks on the Holocaust, and crazed laments on the "disappearance of the white race" through a "criminal policy" of "immigration to Europe and the USA" which, they claim, the Evil Yours Truly and "most Jewish organization support"—And I'm quoting, from screenshots of the comments.

The most active moonbat in the fray actually seems to suffer from some sort of psychotic obsession with the impending "disappearance of the white race⁷", and lays down his rants on "population replacement" just below the Muslima dating ad—isn't it beautiful?—without apparently realizing that regardless of Islamic influx and fecund loins, Europe's population is already replacing itself:

With nothing, if demographic curves are any indication.

If these guys at the Waffle SS fan club are so concerned with the scarcity of their "pure" bloodlines, they should switch off the computer now and go hump Heidi like mad rabbits on a Viagra overdose—though not before a thorough check of Heidi's genome, of course.

But then, that takes more balls (literally) than to hang out at the Brussels Journal with the other skinnerds, daydreaming Salvation Through Genocide.

That said, and knowing the mechanisms of sexual attraction in many species⁸, it would be amusing to know how many race-conscious readers of the BJ couldn't resist the temptation to check on these hot Islamic cuties and, secretly, clicked the ad to see by themselves the torrid exotic secrets hidden undoubtedly under the hijab ("Browse photos now!"). I mean, imagine the scene:

Gertrude (blond, tall Aryan with huge yet firm and pointy feminine attributes, and a recent refugee from the Caliphate of Amsterdam), steps unexpectedly into her French boyfriend Pierre's Brussels office:

"Hello, vat are you doink on de komputer?"

Pierre (Originally from the French region of Brittany like Jean-Marie, a Celt-Caucasian with a bit of German diluted in for reason of a grandmother unreasonably enamored with men in uniforms), clicking frantically and ultimately shutting off his laptop in a hurry:

"*click* Huh, *click* er, *click* nothing I..., Just checking the Brussels Journal for the, er *click* latest developments in the disappearance of the white race. Dont look! *slam* It's really bad! We're doomed unless we kill 'em all! ... Say, you wouldn't happen to be in the mood for a good hard shag, would you?"

I wonder if Google would release the numbers.

C.S. Lewis' Tao: judgments of value, natural law, moral relativists, Truth, Virtue and Honor, exposed in his "Reflections on education with special reference to the teaching of English in the upper forms of schools", The Abolition of Man. Featuring as the argument starter, the two authors of a little manual of English, whose names have been changed—to protect the indoctrinators—as Gaius, Titius and The Green Book, respectively.

Men without Chests:

The very power of Gaius and Titius depends on the fact that they are dealing with a boy: a boy who thinks he is 'doing' his 'English prep' and has no notion that ethics, theology, and politics are all at stake. It is not a theory they put into his mind, but an assumption, which ten years hence, its origin forgotten and its presence unconscious, will condition him to take one side in a controversy which he has never recognized as a controversy at all. The authors themselves, I suspect, hardly know what they are doing to the boy, and he cannot know what is being done to him

If you ever wondered why many a European—what Lewis describes here is definitely not limited to English text books—seems to be reflexively Socialist (or Communist, Fascist, etc: no matter the specific brand of –ism, they are in fact being simply Collectivists—just picking a different team in the same game.), anti-American, anti-Capitalist and/or anti-Semite one generation after another, even when it's obviously against their best interests, there's your answer right there.

More:

I have hitherto been assuming that such teachers as Gaius and Titius do not fully realize what they are doing and do not intend the far-reaching consequences it will actually have. There is, of course, another possibility. What I have called (presuming on their concurrence in a certain traditional system of values) the 'trousered ape' and the 'urban blockhead' may be precisely the kind of man they really wish to produce. (…) They may be intending to make a clean sweep of traditional values and start with a new set.

We now know that it is indeed their plan: Du passé faisons table rase, or "Of the past let us wipe the slate clean", as goes the literal English translation from the French lyrics of the Communist anthem "The Internationale". (clenched fist salute required while you sing).

(…) As a result, they must either decide to remove all sentiments, as far as possible, from the pupil's mind; or else to encourage some sentiments for reasons that have nothing to do with their intrinsic 'justness' or 'ordinacy'. The latter course involves them in the questionable process of creating in others by 'suggestions' or incantation [Al is All!—DF] a mirage which their own reason has successfully dissipated.

Perhaps this will become clearer if we take a concrete instance. When a Roman father told his son that it was a sweet and seemly thing to die for his country,["Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori". Lewis refers to the Roman poet Horace on courage and patriotism. In Odes, book III, ode 2, line 13—DF] he believed what he said. He was communicating to the son an emotion which he himself shared and which he believed to be in accord with the value which his judgment discerned in noble death. He was giving the boy the best he had, giving of his spirit to humanize him as he had given of his body to beget him. But Gaius and Titius cannot believe that in calling such a death sweet and seemly they would be saying 'something important about something'. Their own method of debunking would cry out against them if they attempted to do so. For death is not something to eat and therefore cannot be dulce in the literal sense, and it is unlikely that the real sensation preceding it will be dulce even by analogy. And as for decorum—that is only a word describing how some other people will feel about your death when they happen to think of it, which won't be often, and will certainly do you no good. There are only two courses open to Gaius and Titius. Either they must go the whole way and debunk this sentiment like any other, or must set themselves to work to produce, from outside, a sentiment which they believe to be of no value to the pupil and which may cost him his life, because it is useful to us (the survivors) that our young men should feel it. If they embark on this course, the difference between the old and the new education will be an important one. Where the old initiated, the new merely 'conditions'. The old dealt with its pupils as grown birds deal with young birds when they teach them to fly; the new deals with them more as the poultry-keeper deals with young birds—making them thus or thus for purposes of which the birds know nothing. In a word, the old was a kind of propagation—men transmitting manhood to men; the new is merely propaganda. (…)
The operation of The Green Book and its kind is to produce what may be called Men without Chests. It is an outrage that they should be commonly spoken of as Intellectuals. This gives them the chance to that he who attacks them attacks Intelligence. It is not so. (…) Their heads are no bigger than the ordinary: it is the atrophy of the chest beneath that makes them seem so.
And all the time—such is the tragic-comedy of our situation—we continue to clamour for those very qualities we are rendering impossible. (…) In a sort of ghastly simplicity we remove the organ and demand the function. We make men without chests and expect of them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honour and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and bid the geldings be fruitful.

The depressing fact is that more than 60 years after it was written, that kind of writing is still stunningly relevant. The only consoling point being that it is still available to us when we need it more than ever—despite the fact that the social ills it describes and opposes have made great strides ever since, and encroached themselves so firmly that it would take generations to turn the tide—consider this as evidence #1 to support my beliefs that Europe will fall to one kind of Fascism or another in the near future.

The only unknown, at this point, being which brand of thugs will take over: indigenous national-supremacists-whatever or an Islamic-Leftist flimsy alliance de circonstance.

A dogmatic belief in objective value is necessary to the very idea of a rule which is not tyranny or an obedience which is not slavery.

I am not here thinking solely, perhaps not even chiefly, of those who are our public enemies at the moment [i.e. 1943—DF]. The process which, if not checked, will abolish Man goes on apace among Communists and Democrats no less than among Fascists. The methods may (at first) differ in brutality. But many mild-eyed scientist in pince-nez, many a popular dramatist, many an amateur philosopher in our midst, means in the long run just the same as the Nazi rulers of Germany.

That last quote I dedicate to the Waffle fighters in Brussels, between their phony "moral equivalences" on Brigitte Bardot, and their dreams of real balkanization of Western nations as a final solution to the Muslim question.

Again, one cannot compromise with Evil while claiming it's for the sake of Good.

Today's spectacularly sunny Sunday was officially declared:

The Oh Brother save thee mucho Euros in spare parts through cannibalizing this here car Day.

After 30 minutes of some fierce fighting of man against machine, flesh against metal¹, I finally laid my greedy—and greasy—hands on the prized organ ripped from the belly of the beast.

Now to have this thing proofed for leaks, and if it can hold its Freon then Al Bob will be my uncle—and Lo! There will be mucho Euros left for cold beer on the future sunny Sundays on schedule.