Saturday, 28 November 2009
Thursday, 26 November 2009
Saturday, 14 November 2009
As a young man, I traveled extensively through the Middle East, including Iran, and lived in Israel for two years. Israel is a beacon of light in an area - the Middle East - that is pitch black everywhere else. Israel is a Western democracy, while Syria, Saudi Arabia, Iran and Egypt are medieval dictatorships. The so-called 'Middle East conflict' is not about land at all. It is a conflict about ideologies; a battle between Islam and freedom. It is not about some land in Gaza or in Judea and Samaria. It is about Jihad. To Islam the whole of Israel is occupied territory. Islam forces Israel to fight and Israel is not just fighting for itself. Israel is fighting for all of us, for the entire West. Israel is fighting the jihad that is meant for all of us. So we should all defend Israel. We all are Israel.
No one speaks with more authority on the Islamic question than the speaker of the above words, Geert Wilders. Passionate, principled and brave, this former insurance agent and probable future Dutch prime minister strides like a colossus above the tame and timorous ranks of today's politicos. Every place he visits, every day he lives, brings antagonism from Muslims, betrayal from his own countrymen and calumny from the media. He has traveled the world to speak out against the encroachment of radical fundamentalism on Western mores. As he tells it, the advance of Islam necessitates the abridgment of freedom. And he identifies the simple and undeniable source behind all the terror, mayhem and backwardness of Islam, namely the Koran itself. His film, Fitna, which enjoys an on again-off again status on many web sites, including YouTube, lays down the ineluctable challenge for Muslims aspiring to become part of the modern world: renounce the Prophet's own exhortations to compulsion and violence -against Kaffirs, Jews, women and children- or be opposed by freedom loving people worldwide.
For his supporters and admirers, however, he throws down a different kind of challenge: recognize Israel as our ally and vanguard in the growing struggle against Islamic dhimmitude, or provide the adversary with a victory he doesn't deserve. Israel, the land that never should have been, becomes a test for the future of our own.
Sunday, 8 November 2009
From Flanders Fields
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields. - John McCrae, In Flanders Fields
News item: 60% of Canadians don't know what Battle of Somme was.
From Flanders fields the restless ghosts
Attempt to man our vacant posts,
Since we with them have broken faith,
And made each soul a warring wraith.
On borders breached, like phantom wards
They'd fain hold back the indifferent hordes,
Whose Babel-like contentious flood
Saps the ground of nationhood.
Not far another sprite's brigade,
Before the State stands unafraid,
To brave the dead hand of power
That makes the living run and cower.
More apparitions raise the seige on
Businessmen whose lies are legion,
Feigning reverence while they announce,
Poinsettias and poppies at huge discounts!
Then pressmen loyal to the merchants,
Affect a truce with death's insurgents,
Assuming a most solemn stance,
Beneath the white flag "tolerance."
At schools the spectres march aghast
Against the shame that shrouds our past,
Where Somme, Dieppe and Passchendaele
Are spoken, if at all, but to assail.
Ethereal ranks then flank the Bench,
Where lawless traitors do entrench
To silence those who stand alone,
Whose valor vies with veterans' own.
At last those shadow soldiers charge,
Though foes are many and dangers large,
As if again to pay the price
And take the field of Sacrifice.
But then the direst threat of all
Mass their forces - in the mall!
A people whose eternal prayer
Is more to shop and less to care.
Theirs is the struggle of the sentry:
To keep awake 'gainst evil's entry;
Worse than torpor poppies reap,
When whole nations fall asleep.
And so these revenants of war
Must hover round us evermore,
Til of betrayer and betrayed
We ask, Who is real and who the shade?
by GJ Tryon
Tuesday, 3 November 2009
It didn't have to be this way. Had Charles possessed any innate caliber for kingship he would have chosen a cause of more moment than the preservation of old churches. How about preserving the faith that originally built them? How about preserving the stock that originally worshipped in them? How about preserving the culture that once expressed itself through them, O defender of the faith? The nation would have rallied behind a true son of the realm who could have donned the mantle of nationhood even if his mother kept the public relations crown. Instead, the "guy with the ears" never had an ear to the ground, never understood what Englishman wanted from a leader, and never revealed any more capacity for blood values than the tampax he once envisaged himself becoming in the pants of his mistress.
Thirty years ago another famous Mid-Eastener, who also new his Muslims, made his own prediction which I've incorporated into the following verse: