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21st

09/2007

7 months, 3 weeks, 3 days, 6 hours, 31 minutes ago...

Let’s have a rare old time
the dissident frogman • Friday, September 21, 2007 · 2151 zulu time | In EU and other debilitating diseases · Islamofascism and dhimmis · The Me

“And in the shock of the battle the men of the North seemed like a sea that cannot be moved. Firmly they stood, one close to another, forming as it were a bulwark of ice; and with great blows of their swords they hewed down the Arabs. Drawn up in a band around their chief, the people of the Austrasians carried all before them. Their tireless hands drove their swords down to the breasts of the foe.” Bishop Isidore of Beja

Born in 686, Charles the Hammer was 46 when he lead — not from the relative safety of a remote command post, mind you — and fought alongside his Frankish infantry, hacking, slashing and defeating the Muslim cavalry at the Battle of Tours/Poitiers — Indeed, he earned his nickname “the Hammer” during this very battle, due to his fierce and merciless hammering of the Islamic invaders.

Again, at age 46.

And his career as a general, king and all around fighting man was far from over. After Poitiers, he would kick the Muhammadans out of France, and deny them any foothold in Europe (beyond Spain). Not mentioning the good spanking he delivered to various restive dukes and counts all along what would become France, thanks to him, in no small part.

All in all, good old Charles Martel would hammer his foes, eat concertina wire and piss napalm(1) for nearly a decade after Poitiers.

Now, can you please tell me what sort of complacent pussies we have become, to deem unfit for combat those of us who would wish to enlist but reached their forties?

I’ve read and appreciated Mark Steyn’s America Alone, and while I don’t believe that Malthusian predictions on demographic bombs have proven viable in the past (starting with poor old Malthus himself), Steyn still makes an awful lot of solid points in his usual and very enjoyable style. However, if Europe falls and becomes Eurabia, as Steyn (and others) predicts, it will certainly not be simply over an age ratio issue (few and aged European natives versus lots of young Muslims) but will require first and foremost total and unconditional renouncement on the European side — and not just from the European elites, that are far too often already in voluntary Dhimmitude, but from the bulk of the people, no matter their age.

If Charles Martel can tell us anything, it’s that you’re only as old as your spirit and your will to fight for survival.

Either that or, since today is the first day of the last week of my thirties(2), I’m beginning the grieving process. Damn, if only I would get drunk for a change.