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.

Brexit's epilogue

Great Britain did it. The people have voiced their dissent and their express wish to remove the shackles of the EU, and sail off on their own once more. In spite of all the celebrities, pundits, and politicians wagging their fingers, threatening to send them “to the back of the queue,” and telling them exactly what they ought to do, the Britons held their ground and told them, in no uncertain terms, to fuck off. This could prove to be the beginning of something much larger. Or not.

As many might have guessed, this morning the bankers and the globalist plutocrats threw their expected huffy temper tantrum, under the pretense of having been “surprised,” and sent ripples across the world markets, but there mustn’t be, I believe, cause for much alarm in the next few days. London remains a major financial hub, and in the end their greed – the very same one that led them to make the case for markets over people – will bring them back.

And although I would love more than anything that this newly won independence would lead to a rebirth of nationalism and a reaffirmation and recognition of the Crown’s place in society, I won’t be holding my breath. On the contrary, even the end result expressed in the vote itself might not be as certain. With the initial enthusiasm dying down some problems will start. Now that the government will officially have to invoke Article 50 of the Treaty of the European Union, the protracted negotiations will begin and may take up to two years. This was done intentionally by the Eurocrats from the start, making a practical exit for anyone rather difficult. And though the vote indicates which way the people wish to go, politicians – ever the stalwarts of decency and honesty in the UK and the world over – have a long twenty four months ahead to pull a fast one.

 

The Eurocrats themselves will not go down easily either. Although the first stone has been cast against their Goliath, they will continue to push for a further dissolution of national identities and traditions with their insistence in reinvigorating a thing-that-should-not-be. Their tactics are clear after the Treaty of Lisbon. Thus, the days ahead will be interesting for the future of all of Europe.

In the meantime, nonetheless, a standing ovation for the Kingdom of Great Britain and God save the Queen!

On Brexit

About ten years ago, we had another of Hollywood’s “masterpieces” vomited upon us under the name of V for Vendetta, based loosely on the graphic novel of the same name. It told the story of a daring revolutionary, once tortured and abused, who dares to stand up to the corrupted, fascist party that runs the United Kingdom with an iron fist and imprisons political opponents and “undesirables” willy-nilly.

Throughout its duration, the film loses no time, in true hollywoodian fashion, in presenting a bishop as a pedophiliac party official, in introducing a closeted homosexual with a comedy show who collects Korans as a victim of the totalitarian state, and in sparing time for an imprisoned lesbian to tell her love story before behind dragged into the night, etc. etc. etc. Yet in the end, when the hero is dead but triumphant and the bad guys are even deader, thousands of Londoners donning Guy Fawkes masks march on the Palace of Westminster, to behold the final scene, which sees the representative building go up in flames, signifying the death of the overthrown regime.

Britain in the next few hours stands at the threshold of regaining or forsaking the je-ne-se-quoi that, since Henry VIII turned his back on the continent, granted it endurance, strength, and a world empire. During the vote that is to come, the nation is reliving the struggles of Gravelines, Trafalgar, and the Battle of Britain. It is again, the chance for the Kingdom to go on alone, and hopefully restore sanity and tradition (eventually), or succumb before the latest, and worst possible, incarnation of the Pan-European project; but one which differs greatly from Christendom of old, and even from the Napoleonic Order, and which instead serves naught but the interests of plutocrats, bureaucrats, and leftists and, furthermore, threatens even the continued existence of the European peoples themselves.

If the cinematic barf referenced above is any clue then, I would most certainly hope that the voters show up in droves to show their disdain for the unelected officials that rule their lives with greater power than their true and legitimate monarch. From the depths of this monastic cell, it is with earnest hope that, to quote from the flick, in the words of High Chancellor Adam Sutler: “England prevails.”