Steyn on Britain and Europe
Two years ago, I was asked to contribute a foreword to Geert Wilders' book, Marked For Death: Islam's War Against The West And Me, which can be purchased through the SteynOnline bookstore, and helps keep my current legal battle afloat. Buying Marked For Death will also help Geert Wilders with his latest legal difficulties.
In today's edition of De Volksrant - which is Dutch for, er, The Folks' Rant - Jan Jaap de Ruiter has a column called "Geert Wilders democratisch bestrijden? Vergeet het maar" - or "Geert Wilders' democratic battle? Fuhgeddaboutit". Minheer de Ruiter suggests that Wilders' party has only one goal: "spreading the poison of xenophobia" via "its message of hate and loathing".
Despite this being the middle of a Dutch election campaign, the author doesn't marshal any evidence beyond his own labeling. But he does throw in a bit of guilt-by-association. Two years ago, when I wrote my foreword, the worst thing you could say about a chap was that he had "ties" to Wilders:
Now De Volksrant suggests that, while it's bad for people to be associated with Wilders, it's worse for Wilders to be associated with ...me:
Which, if I remember enough of my mum's Flemish, means more or less:
I wasn't aware I had a "circle" - except in the sense that Bernardi is "under fire for ties to Wilders", and Wilders is under fire for ties to me, and no doubt somewhere or other I'm under fire for ties to Bernardi (the Senator shared a stage with me in Adelaide two years ago). But the real circle here is the fanatical desperation to make Wilders the problem. As I wrote in my foreword:
That was in 2011. Three years later, for Euro-politics' most notorious blond, it's lather, rinse and repeat. Muslims are still threatening to kill Wilders:
Making a video ending with the execution of Geert Wilders? Pas de problĂ¨me! But proposing changes to Dutch immigration policy during an election campaign? Hate crime!
There are no easy ways back from the limb that "the most tolerant nation in Europe" has climbed out on. As I write in After America:
We can take a wild guess at that:
The multicultural liberals who built "the most tolerant nation in Europe" will not defend it against the avowedly intolerant. And in their impotent rage they will turn ever more vehemently on those who insist on their right to discuss these matters freely and honestly.
~Meanwhile, across the North Sea, Britain's Crown Prosecution Service is bringing to court the first cases over female genital mutilation. But not for everyone:
Oh, dear. What an unfortunate "misunderstanding". The gentleman had called the Female Genital Mutilation Helpline thinking it was a helpline set up by Her Majesty's Government to help you find someone to genitally mutilate your daughters. In the rich, vibrant diversity of the modern multicultural state, it's easy to see why the poor fellow might make that assumption. Just give it a couple more years, sir.
March 21, 2014
"Neo-Nazis" and "anti-government people" on the march!
Behold the infidels - bystanders in their own fate: Steyn on an act of savagery in a London street - and the appalling aftermath
The picture on the right is from the Nineties, and I'm rather fond of it, because I manage to look both goofy and shifty but Mrs Thatcher's cool is undiminished. I don't know why the harp was there...
A few hours after Margaret Thatcher's death on Monday, the snarling deadbeats of the British underclass were gleefully rampaging through the streets of Brixton in South London, scaling the marquee of the local fleapit and hanging a banner announcing, "THE BITCH IS DEAD."
Mrs. Thatcher would have enjoyed all this...
Steyn salutes a great man...
I scrammed out of London a few days before the Olympics began, but after getting an earful on what the locals make of it. On the whole, the residents of that great city would rather the honor of hosting the world's most disruptive sporting event had gone to some joint that needs the publicity more – Alma Ata, or Ouagadougou, or Oakland. In 21st century London, traffic moves at fewer miles per hour than it did before the internal combustion engine was invented without the added complication of fleets of Third World thug bureaucrats and the permanent floating crap game of transnationalist freeloaders being dumped on its medieval street plan. Nevertheless, having drawn the short straw of hosting the Games, Londoners felt it a point of honor that the city be able to demonstrate the ability to ferry minor globalist hangers-on from their favorite whorehouse in Mayfair to the Olympic Village in the unfashionable East End in time for the quarter-finals of the flatwater taekwondo.
The last of the 20th century's Big Ideas is dying before our eyes: The sick man of Europe is ...Europe
My weekend column is on London ablaze and a society summed up by the relevant chapter title in my new book ("The New Britannia: The Depraved City"). The scenes we've witnessed this last week ought to prompt some serious soul-searching by liberal elites. I nearly said "paternalist," but, as Tocqueville noted, the word paternalism implies that your object is to raise your charges to adulthood, whereas the children of dependency are maintained by government in a state of permanent and increasingly ...
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