When I started out on Age of Dusk I resolved to use it for elfgame purposes only. A hobby blog, meant as a deposit for musings and whimseys and gaming material. It is today that I shall do away with my intention.
The reports of the Brussels terrorist attack are still coming in. What transpired today was nothing less then a cowardly attack on our civilisation by fanatical savages meant to undermine the very foundations it was built upon. I wish to express my condolences to family members or friends of those that perished in this act of repulsive barbarism first and foremost.
And I wish to talk about what caused it. I wish to talk of the undercurrent of barbarism and anti-western hatred inherent in the islamic communities in the west and the middle-east and the poisonous lies of the modern progressive authoritarian left that have allowed it to fester, unchecked, unopposed and undeterred and have, by their weakness, idiocy and suicidal degeneracy, actually vastly increased it by allowing unchecked, unrestricted mass migration from the very petri-dish wherein the contagion is cultivated. I am done.
I wish to question the wisdom of allowing the religious expression of views that are fundamentally antithetical to our (by now thoroughly poisoned, by our own hand) concepts of democracy, freedom of speech, equality and secular government. We have brought in migrants and when we detected from those among them the stench of sharia law, the madness of honour killings and jihad, the horror of genital mutilation and the fundamentalist intolerance of wahabism and salafism, we gave them carrots and kindness where they understood only sticks and hatred. Thus, as is the natural response of the barbarian that understands only strength, our kindness and tolerance was seen for what it has now actually become, simpering weakness, delusion and willfull blindness.
Rather then stamping it out before it could gain root and forcing reformation with a heavy but firm hand, we questioned ourselves and decried those that doubted the promise of a multicultural utopia that now seems an opium-induced fantasy. There is a vile, abhorrent undercurrent within europe’s muslim communities that cannot now be rooted out through means other then brutal, violent culling, wholesale repatriation or means even more unnamable and, if not a few years ago, unthinkable. The promise of a reformation seems ever more distant as the new generation grows more beligerent, ruined by a Left that treats them like innocent victims and a Right that has increasingly little patience for nuance and precision where bitter grudges are nursed and previous wrongs will not be forgotten.
It is easy to point to immigration as the cause of this horror but it is not the only cause, nor, in retrospect, the most important one. The cause may be found in the self-flagellating ideologies of the modern progressive and authoritarian left, in the contradictory and man-hating dictates of 3rd generation feminism, the poison of the soulless EU-bureaucrat and corporate interest and the high-pitched reality-denying wailing of the social justice warrior. It is difficult for one such as myself to look at the Progressivist responses to the rapist migrant violence in Germany, or the attrocities in Sweden and see in them anything but malicious madness or suicidal ignorance. Oppose them but do not hate them overmuch gentle reader, for who can say they have watched the gilded dreams of their past turn to fool’s gold and fairy dust before their eyes? Denial and censorship remains the only possible recourse for the fanatic, who attaches to these wild imaginings more unlikely then the most speculative of fictions all his heart and soul. And if you are among these Dreaming Dead, know that there is still room for you in the cold, harsh wintery realm of reality. It is a place of pride and humility, of cold facts and colder conclusions, where justice is not always to be found. But in it one can find a measure of pride in one’s accomplishments, self and the history of one’s civilisation, rather then an endless projection of self-loathing unto all others and the mirthless laughter of people brought low to alleviate the gnawing hatred of all that one is that characterises the modern progressive.
It is with the bitterest of amusement I watch my fellow Dutchmen wail against the perils that Geert Wilders [dutch populist politician and go-to punching bag for Hitler-comparisons by the dutch left] poses to democracy because of his (emminently sensible if admittedly racist) view on moroccan immigration, while our government removes voting booths for a referendum that they oppose, Geert Wilders faces a show trial under dodgy legal grounds (“hate speech” of course of course), Geert Wilders and not in fact his opponents must be guarded 24 hours because of a serious threat to his well-being by the muslims he critisizes, Geert Wilders receives death threats from (muslim/leftist) government members and the only post-ww2 dutch politician that got murdered was in fact, a populist by the name of Pim Fortuyn, with, you guessed it, ideals not unlike Geert Wilders. And so on and so forth.
Where does the future take us? Whether it takes us to the new dark age of a european caliphate, the continued reign of a brobdignagian EU that has replaced ineptitude with viciousness and lenience with repression, the hopeful resurgence of a nationalist europe or the revenant spectre of fascism never truly extinguished, I cannot say. But I see dark times. Interesting. But very dark. But despair ye not kind reader. For we will meet it together, head on and unbowed, to whatever end. And weep not for the golden country of our youth. For we will build a better one.
From the ashes.