As I shake my head yet again, watching the Brits and other Europeans who, having lost their Christian faith, now act like Christians are supposed to act and are making themselves martyrs to their unhinged suicidal obsession with guilt and goodness. Africa is pouring its savages into Europa and the mewling abortions masquerading as men are shaming their ancestors, who built the greatest civilization the world has ever seen.
I sometimes think that I am crazy, because I cannot believe they could be so crazy. But both they and we are doing the same things.
What is required is balls. The balls to make it clear that invaders are invaders. That they will be repulsed with lethal force. And then boats need to be sunk. Waves of men need to be mowed down.
Again and again until it stops.
But they are captive to the toxic dogmas of their groundless faith and care about the opinions of "the world community," which only holds them in contempt for their weakness.
I am watching Wayward Pines (spoiler alert),
a TV drama starring the amazingly well-preserved Matt Dillon, about the last group of humans to survive a planetary catastrophe. Yet even here the writers want us to sympathize with the very people who put the whole species at risk* and cause death, fear and misgtery because they are not severe and authoritarian, like the egoistical bad guy who saved the whole race single-handedly and is a bit harsh when people threaten to allow the last of the race to be destroyed...
(I will spare you the racial and sexual ideology, which you can imagine...)
*Like The Jewel In The Crown, where we are supposed to think that the women whose female privilege, transgressive egoism and highminded ethical superiority are the causes of all the deaths and pains of the very people they assert that they are nobly in sympathy with.
God, I hate moralists. I really hate them.