We remove the organ and demand the function
A British soldier was
decapitated a few hundred yards from a UK Army base by two
men with large knives saying: “We swear by almighty Allah we will never stop
fighting you.” The men were shot when police responded 20 minutes later. The
photo above shows a scene:
This is the
dramatic moment a woman appears to remonstrate with a man carrying a knife
following a brutal attack in Woolwich.
The two alleged
attackers are thought to have waited around for 20 minutes until Metropolitan
Police officers arrived and then tried to attack them — but were swiftly shot
by armed policemen, including a woman.
“Remonstrate.” Now
there’s a word to conjure with.
The Telegraph describes the behavior of the onlookers — the attackers asked the crowd to take their photo, which they apparently did:
The Telegraph describes the behavior of the onlookers — the attackers asked the crowd to take their photo, which they apparently did:
“There was only a
few people at first then traffic began to build up because people were getting
out of their cars to shout at them they were taking no notice, they were
standing there, I think they were proud of what they were doing.
“When they dumped
the body in the road, these two black guys had the opportunity to hurt other
people if they wanted to because there were brave women with the dead guy on
the floor, they were shielding and covering him. The attackers with the knives
were standing over these women.
“The guy with the gun, the tall guy with the beanie cap on, even a bus had pulled up — he was going over to the bus and asking people to take his photo.”
He said: “My
friend and her mum were walking up the hill and the mum came straight to the
victim.
She asked the
black guys can I help him? And one of them said he was already dead but she
could go.
“She was so brave,
she didn’t care what happened to her — she knelt down by his side and comforted
him.
She held his hand
and put her other hand on his chest. I think she might have been praying.
My friend (the
woman’s daughter) was crying her eyes out. The victim was wearing a Help for
Heroes T-shirt.”
Mr. Tallant said
the two men were walking up to people with cameras so they could be seen and
filmed.
He said: “They
wanted people to know who they were.”
The women came
forward. Children in nearby schools were locked down by their teachers.
This incident
illustrates, if nothing else, the endpoint of the social engineering of the
West. It has been remarkably effective.
From a certain
point of view, the British crowd behaved perfectly and this is the way “they”
all want us to behave. The populace sheltered in place, didn’t do anything
rash, talked to the perpetrators as people. They waited for the police to come
and the hospital helicopter to take the corpse away. Some will doubtless get
counseling to overcome their shattering experience.
And then they will
congratulate themselves on how tough British society is; resilience and all
that. The more caring will leave some flowers by a railing and hold a few
candle vigils for healing and peace, until these wither and blow away and the
news cycle washes up a new object of attention.
The attackers knew
they were actors in a drama — as keenly watched in their communities as on the
BBC. And in that other audience they were asking: “How will the locals behave?”
We know now. And that other audience may derive an entirely different lesson
from this tableau: “See? Only their women act like men. They follow orders.
They are nothing anymore — these Westerners. They are a civilization whose core
has been destroyed.”
And all the time — such is the tragi-comedy of our situation — we continue to clamor for those very qualities we are rendering impossible. You can hardly open a periodical without coming across the statement that what our civilization needs is more “drive”, or dynamism, or self-sacrifice, or “creativity”. In a sort of ghastly simplicity we remove the organ and demand the function. We make men without chests and expect of them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honor and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and bid the geldings be fruitful.
What could go
wrong?
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