Deutschland unter alles

What has been transpiring in Germany is approaching dystopian levels. Four attacks in a week. Four. And as the level of self-denial amongst the media and the European elites continues to climb whilst they bury their heads deeper and deeper in the sands of ideology and make-believe one cannot help but wonder when will the breaking point be reached.

All across Europe there have been movements clamoring for a restriction to the influx of mahometan settlement. Yet, they have been either sidelined, ignored, or outright silenced. And then, as if to drive the point home, within the space of a few days we go from a truck-driving holy warrior in France to an explosive assassin, passing through two hack-and-slash connoisseurs, but the masses – the true bulk of the population - seems still passive. Why? Warum?

With the collapse of the monarchy in Germany after the First World War, and the ensuing disgrace of the Weimar Republic, the everyday German found himself (and herself) confronted by daunting, if not terrifying uncertainties brought about by the military defeat and the ensuing republican regime. And said fear led them into the arms of National Socialism. It isn’t my goal here to revisit the Third Reich, and what Germany was like during the twelve years of that administration. But rather what’s come since. And it is now painfully obvious to all who care to see that consumerist-liberal indoctrination has been far more successful than Goebbels’ ministry or the Stasi’s cold cells. The German people – and indeed large parts of Western Europe – have been utterly brainwashed to loathe themselves out of existence.

The desensitization that prevails is perhaps the clearest indicator of this: an attack occurs, and an immediate litany of support ensues. The flag of the afflicted country is everywhere to be seen in social media and light displays. “Prayers” are offered – to what demon or political figure remains a mystery to me. Teddy bears, flowers, and candles all around for everybody. And then we forget. You do not question the narrative, the trends, or the value of what is lost. Wash, rinse, repeat: the perfect reaction for a forgetful, commercial society.

For to be proud and to defend that which is European, or German in this instance, would immediately be questioned and met with incredulity and raised eyebrows. The basic assumption that any national pride in Germany must be derived from Nazism is, thus far, a foolproof barrier to any logical discussion regarding policies that would deal with immigration or the implementation of any non-leftist policy. Using the swastika has become a way to silence the opposition. Moreover, not helping at all, are the ever present groups that childishly pride themselves in those few years at the expense of millennia of tradition, keeping the republican narrative well fed and stocked with pretexts. In short, National Socialism seems to be the lid on the coffin where the German people are about to be buried alive by the mahometan threat. All of their past accomplishments, culturally, politically, militarily, everything is to be forsaken and forgotten, for 12 years of a revolutionary regime.

I cannot help but believe that a reborn Germany, with solid footing and pride in its origins would triumph over the current crisis, and do so relatively quickly. The same people that stopped the Roman advance, restored the Empire in the West, gave the world Pachelbel, Beethoven, and Bach, defended Vienna from the Turk, and made all of Europe tremble with their unification under a Kaiser would be far, far superior to the guilt-ridden doormat that Merkel is putting out for the “refugees.” Only when the German people find their history, their faith, and themselves again, only then will they no longer be afraid to say Deutschland uber Alles, and mean it. But whenever that happens, let us hope that it isn’t too late.

Meanwhile in Dar-al-Islam

Maybe their crosses were too tall; clearly in violation of their dhimmitude.

 

Assyrian church attacked and burned by militants in Syria

 

Gunmen detonated explosives inside an Orthodox Assyrian church on Monday, setting fire to ancient icons and reducing much of its contents to ashes.

 

Saint of the Day - St. Camillus de Lellis

 

The future St. Camillus de Lellis was born on May 25^th, 1550 in the hill town of Bucchianico, in the Hapsburg Kingdom of Naples. The son of a military officer, Camillus inherited his father’s assertive disposition which, coupled with his towering height of over six feet, made him restless and dissatisfied with a life in his hometown.

After his mother’s death – and at the age of 16 - he followed his father into military life, enlisting in the armies of the Venetian Republic. Although his service brought him into some skirmishes with the French, without a doubt what would become the highlight of his military career was the Ottoman-Venetian war of 1570, which started with the Turkish invasion of Christian Cyprus that same year.  

    

Eventually wounded in battle, and after the cessation of hostilities, Camillus returned home with his now elderly and sick father, who passed away soon after. Without any further parental guidance, the veteran, still in his early twenties, turned to gambling and within a short time became a pauper. To make matters worse, the injury he had received did not fully heal, became infected, and left him with a limp.

One fortunate day, Camillus was spotted begging for alms at the local parish by a man who promised to help him find employment. In a few days, he began working at the local Capuchin monastery, as a mason and leading the monks’ mule caravans. It was there where the guardian of the friary engaged him in conversations about his faith and exhorted him to convert. It did not take long: with his heart touched, Camillus yearned to be taken in by the Church and did convert. He was 25 years old.

His newly found faith was soon to be tested, however. Full of zeal, he attempted to enter the novitiate of the Benedictine order, but was rejected for his lack of education and his limp. Discouraged, he headed for Rome to try his luck, and was admitted into the Hospital of St. James, in hopes of having his foot treated. Meanwhile, he continued to follow a rigorous religious lifestyle that included the performance of penances, while befriending a local priest, Father Philip Neri.

Still unable to pay for his treatment nevertheless, he became a caregiver at the hospital and tended personally to many of the patients, who sought care for their incurable diseases. While doing so, he became aware of the poor attention that many received, while other patients were even verbally – or physically – abused. Since many of the orderlies where criminals who worked as at the hospital as part of their sentence, this situation does not seem implausible.Nonetheless, Camillus, the former soldier, was appalled. He argued, and fought back and, as a result, was dismissed. Determined now to establish a religious community with the express purpose of tending to the sick, he returned to the Benedictine monastery with a monetary donation from a wealthy Roman, to begin his studies.

Yet once, again, as it seems to happen to all men who strive to do good, fate was adverse. His wound reopened and forced him to seek medical treatment once again. It was only after tedious negotiations that the friends he had made at the hospital were able to help get him back in. And yet again, Camillus was forced to work to pay for his treatment, and silently endure the mistreatment of patients. But he had not desisted in his calling.

He resumed his seminary studies at the Jesuit College in Rome, and was then ordained as a priest by Lord Thomas Goldwell, the last surviving Catholic Bishop of Great Britain. It did not take him long to gather a group of committed followers, retire from St. James, move into the hospital of the Holy Spirit, and have the congregation confirmed by Pope Sixtus V. The members of Camillus’ Order – self declared “Servants of the Sick” – sported a red cross on their black capes in order to, in Camillus’ own words, frighten the devil.

His work continued for many more years, all the while he urged the other members and volunteers to treat the hospital as a house of God, and to cherish their time with the sick and the dying. But he was still a man, and it is reported that during a particular time of anxiety, in which he questioned all of his work he heard a voice loudly proclaim from his crucifix: “This is my work, not yours.”

Camillus de Lellis died on July 14^th, 1614, his order having spread throughout Italy, and was canonized by Pope Benedict XIV in 1746. His tomb is beneath the altar of the Church of St. Mary Magdalene in Rome.

¡Santiago y a ellos!

 

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Meanwhile in Dar-al-Islam

It seems Sultan Erdogan is in trouble.

President of Turkey Urges Resistance as Military Attempts Coup

 

 

ISTANBUL — Military factions in Turkey attempted to seize control of the country Friday night, setting off a furious scramble for power and plunging the crucial NATO member and American ally into chaos in what already was one of the world’s most unstable regions.

Meanwhile in Dar-al-Islam

How dare they open a restaurant during Ramadan?

Gunmen take hostages in Bangladeshi capital Dhaka

  

Gunmen have stormed a popular cafe in the diplomatic area of the Bangladeshi capital, Dhaka, taking a number of hostages, officials say.

Several foreigners are among those being held by eight or nine armed men in the Holey Artisan Bakery cafe in the city's Gulshan district, they add.