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True But Forbidden 1: It’s Time to Submit to Islamic “Tolerance”
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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.
Gerard Van der Leun
When all Earth’s seas shall Levitate,
Dark shawled within the skies,
Upon our eyes will Starfish dance
Their waltz of Blind surprise.
The sun will Rise within wine Dark
As Argonauts imbibed,
Whose drunken arms embrace that sleep
Where Phaeton’s horses Stride.
Upon all of Earth’s wind-sanded shores,
As dolphins Learn to soar,
All we once were on the land
Shall be sealed behind the door
Of Ivory and Chastened Gold,
That the Mystery solved complete
Shall never til the seas’ Long fall
Wake mariners from their sleep.
— Van der Leun
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
— The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
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Thanks for cluing me in about Owen Benjamin, I’ve really been enjoying his work.
Right on, Right ON, RIGHT ON!
It is just a matter of time before we hear of people throwing acid in the faces of women in America who do not dress appropriately for Islam. But, honestly I do not expect that to change liberal minds. In fact what I do expect from them is to suggest that we wear those thngs that are acceptable to Islam as some kind of middle ground or tolerance thing.
It’s also a matter of time before some of the attacks on women end with dead Muslims on the receiving end from concealed carriers.
I am convinced that a significant proportion of these toxic creatures will find peace living under smothering Sharia law, where their roles will be specific and controlled. Like children, they will be comforted by bold, clear boundaries and concomitant enforcement. Sad, that the moral cowardice among Western “patriarchy” allowed this social chancre to fester and become gangrenous. Robert Bork nailed it in Slouching Towards Gomorrah. Uncompromising, devout Muslim men will not have to learn from our mistakes, for they would never make them in the first place. Well played, girls. Well played, indeed.
Stephen Hunter said it best at the end of Soft Target:
The West…has been destroyed by the people it was built to protect: its women.
The West lasted from AD 732, when Charles Martel defeated the Muslims at Tours, until 1960, where it fell without a battle. In 1960, the birth control pill became widely available. Many think of it as heaven, sexual nirvana, the route to self-expression, wish fulfillment, and liberation for millions of women. I think of it as Auschwitz in a bottle. It was and is genocide, as, using it, the women of my generation happily traded off 1,200 years of unparalleled growth, wealth, security, stability, scientific and ethical progress for a second BMW in the garage. The West ceased producing at a sustainable rate, while Islam continued to populate the world. You may look elsewhere for the demographics. This fact cannot be avoided: we Westerners currently may be analogized to upper-class Brits on the deck of the Titanic, April 12, 1912. My, my, why is the great ship tilting a bit? Why, dear, it’s probably some minor malfunction that the handsome young men will soon fix. Meanwhile, may I have another aperitif, steward?
But not only did the pill doom the West from without by limiting population, it destroyed the culture from within by destroying the gyroscope of civilization – that is, the balance between the sexes. The sexes had existed for that glorious 1,200-year span in a kind of brilliant equipoise: men provided and protected, women nourished and nurtured. It was a sublimely efficient system, if harsh. The result was generation after generation of bold, intelligent, hardy risk takers, driven by their fathers’ sense of duty but made compassionate by their mothers’ mercy. They were afraid of nothing, committed to a larger thing than themselves, all united in their confident sense of destiny. The men did what they had to do, the women did what they had to do. Together, they built a thing called civilization. In all realms, from the scientific to the industrial to the aesthetic to the military to the intellectual and the medical, Western thought and culture prevailed. It was extraordinary, and it seems even now absurd that we threw it away in a single generation.
After 1960, the dominos fell quickly. Once the size of a family could be controlled, it shrank; women returned to the workplace. Soon – believe me, I am not arguing that they are “dumb” or in any way “inferior” – they were making equal or even more than the males, so male authority was challenged and, metaphorically, that leveraged and ultimately destroyed the whole concept of authority. Simultaneously, with small family size, more was invested in each of 2.4 children, so that the death of one meant a shattering emotional wastage. Soldiers could no longer died in the thousands, much less the hundreds. Without defenders, we are doomed.
If we should ever hear about acid attacks in this country, it’s because the press has failed to ignore it. Like they do with everything else concerning the Religion of Peace.
Well, Islam means “submission”.
I lived in Riyad for a few months. Women could not drive. They could not even appear in public without a male escort (a boy would suffice). Completely covered, head to toe- if a female did not comply, ANY random man could come up to her and strike her, berate her, etc. But usually, women were simply nowhere to be seen.
This situation led to a palpable sexual tension everywhere, as the balancing yin to the dominant yang was absent. You would see things like men walking down the street holding hands… and an inordinate affection toward young boys would manifest- the absence of the repressed feminine anima would break through in abnormal behavior.
Worldwide, Islam is the fastest growing religion…
Bravo too you and the creator of this video.
Yeppers! It’s time!
Let’s all throw out a big cheer and thank you to Justin Trudeau, asshole of the ages!
I weep.
The Tree of Knowledge, The Right to Vote, and now this.
Now that Macy’s is selling hijabs, you will start seeing non-muslim women wearing them as a fashion/political statement. It is not to great a leap to predict that some subset of them will convert to Islam as a statement of individuality or protest. What they will learn is that Islam is forever. It is a one way ride. Put on the hijab and never remove it.
Sorry, I couldn’t hear a thing because the music drowned out everything.
From Eric Hoffer in The True Believer: “Unless a man has the talents to make something of himself, freedom is an irksome burden. Of what avail is freedom to choose if the self be ineffectual? We join a mass movement to escape individual responsibility, or, in the words of the ardent young Nazi, ‘to be free from freedom.’ It was not sheer hypocrisy when the rank-and-file Nazis declared themselves not guilty of all the enormities they had committed. They considered themselves cheated and maligned when made to shoulder responsibility for obeying orders. Had they not joined the Nazi movement in order to be free from responsibility?”
“Promising them liberty, while they themselves are servants of corruption; for a man is brought into bondage by whoever overcomes him.” – 2 Peter 2:19