To Still My Beating Mind.

"The cutting room is a cruel place, where writing that may have cost blood to commit to paper is kneaded and pummelled like so much insensate clay."

Jasper Rees, "Blood and ink on the floor," Independent, April 13, 1997

I began this blog in May, 2005, with the intention of creating a working manuscript of the history of left dhimmi fascism. I finished that first draft long ago, and now I think it's time to let this effort rest in peace at last. I have much editing and revision to do on this and two other manuscripts that have lain in the dust too long. If ever they are to come to life, then I must work to make them live.

As the new year begins this blog ends. I wish to thank all of you who contributed so much to my understanding of the problems we face and the solutions we might gainfully employ to make our nations and our lives more worthwhile than they will be should we continue languishing in self-hating dhimmitude and Left fascism as a matter of unconsidered course. I am optimistic, and I am enthused about the coming year. I'll meet you there. Meanwhile, I have friends to join for the celebrations of our lives.

Thank you all very much for your efforts and concern.

Prospero:
You do look, my son, in a moved sort,
As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex'd;
Bear with my weakness; my, brain is troubled:
Be not disturb'd with my infirmity:
If you be pleased, retire into my cell
And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk,
To still my beating mind.

William Shakespeare, The Tempest

Best regards, Dag.

It's the Jooooos!

We constantly hear how the biggest enemy of Christianity and America are Muslims.

The truth is that although Muslims do not share all Christian beliefs, Islam is far closer to Christianity than Judaism. I already quoted the obscene attacks made on Jesus Christ by the Jewish Talmud. How many American Christians even realize that the Holy Qur'an of Islam actually defends Jesus Christ and His mother Mary from the hateful slanders of Judaism? As I pointed out earlier, the Talmud claims that the Gospels lie about the crucifixion of Jesus Christ. The Talmud actually boasts that the Jews and not the Romans were the ones who actually nailed Jesus to the Cross. These Talmudic Jews hate Jesus so much that they want to take all the credit for his murder. Amazingly, the Islamic holy book, the Qur'an disputes this Jewish lie and actually defends the truth of the gospel.
http://melbourne.indymedia.org/news/2006/12/134969.php

Melbourne Indymedia is a website produced by grassroots media makers offering non-corporate coverage of struggles, actions and celebrations. Everyone is a witness. Everyone is a journalist.
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Dr. David Duke, author of that fine piece of journalism above, is a contributor to indymedia. Who'd have thought it? Well, we here think that fairly often, like when we post indistinguishable snippets of David Duke and Ken Livingstone as one piece. There is no dichotomy, Left and Right. There are fascists and primitives on the one side, neo-feudalists, philobarbarists, and dhimmis; and there are those who are mostly afraid to speak out against the Left dhimmi fascist conformity that rules our pubic discourse, those being the people I refer to perhaps idiosyncratically as Revolutionary Modernists. I know I'm not like David Duke. I'm not like Ken Livingstone. But they are like each other. The Klansman and the Trotskyite. Iranian hate-fest and indymedia. Me. Maybe you.

Have Pen, Will Travel

Recently our Ethiopian cousins have taken it upon themselves to invade their neighbours, the Somalis, in a large-scale and dynamic war. They didn't wait for months to get U.N. approval that would have meant limiting terms of engagement to meaninglessness, didn't wait for Russian and Chinese vetos, and didn't bring along CNN to monitor each and every outrage committed by national soldiers. The Ethiopian government had and interest in local affairs and took military action to correct what they saw as a threat to their nation and its people. In their case I applaud their decision. I wish I were there to cover the action as a first-hand reporter, in spite of my limited abilities as an objective reporter and my opaque writing style. As bloggers and private citizens we have unique opportunites to present to the larger world our views as untainted by conformities as they might be.

We might not compete as ably with major news producers who give us such brilliance as the copy on a South African mercenary in the early 1970s who was eating a piece of beef jerky when a reporter asked him what it was, to which the mercenary replied: "It's a baby's arm." Yes, the reporter panicked and wretched. We might not be able as bloggers to compete with that kind of reportorial genius. But we might do something else, almost as worthy: we might be able to report the facts as they are without ideological white-washes and flights of morally outraged dramatic fancy. But only if we are there, wherever 'there" is next time.

Therefore, allow me to humbly suggest that we start a travel fund for intrepid bloggers who are willing and able to write clear and unironic prose that anyone can understand at a glance. As a pool of contributors we could perhaps support one blogger's efforts in a place of our mutual choosing. Next year we could send someone immediately to a hot-spot to get what we would like: more or less what we might consider the truth as known to our own trusted colleagues. That might be worth $10.00 from each of us.

We likely pay as much for our local papers, only to be outraged rightly by them. personally I would love to see Pastorius's copy appearing hourly from the heated front. With some co-ordinated effort on the part of many of us if not all, we should easily be able to send someone somewhere to cover our own interests, even if it is without the approval of the U.N. and the French elite.

Our Boxing Day Present

We have our personal lives to tend to on a second by second basis every day of our lives, and it often doesn't leave a lot of time for reflection on the greater world or its people; thus, we rely for the most part on our public intellectuals to give us a broad view of the nature of things as we live in the details. The rotten bastards lie to us as a matter of course. Our universities are filled with ideologues and hate-mongering mediocrities who teach chanting and cliches and deliberate ignorance to teenage sociology students who go through too many years actually thinking they know something more than those who live life in situ. Bushitler, the world's greatest terrorist? Oh, spare me.

Here, from the Chicago Sun Times is the opening of a piece of real insight, and of common knowledge among those who live their own lives in the details without the benefits of a modern Western university education telling them they are exploiter capitalists raping Mother Earth and that they should quit having children and just die. No, here is some real truth spoken to the powerful and influential who won't for a moment let up their diatribes of hatred against Humanity. So here it is:

Lebanese refugee filled with gratitude for America

December 25, 2006

BY MARY LANEY

There is such serendipity in life. Such was the case recently when I stopped into a shop on the North Shore. Inside, I met Jackie, a beautiful, tall, thin, welcoming woman. As we began talking and doing business, I learned that she is from Lebanon, a Christian and married to a Christian from Syria.

I told her I thought her country was beautiful, and her face lit up.

"Oh, yes, it is very beautiful, thank you," she said.

"Why did you come here?" I asked.

"We had to come. They, the Muslims, would have killed us. We had to leave."

"Just for being Christian?" I asked.

"Just for being Christian," she replied.

Then Jackie said the thing that seemed, and was, so serendipitous. She said: "I hope America keeps the pressure on, keeps helping Lebanon. If America forgets Lebanon, then forget it. Lebanon will be lost." Her comment came just moments after I had been in my car, listening to a news report on the radio in which pundits were discussing what would happen if America pulled out of Iraq now.

Jackie told me that the Muslim extremists who have moved into Lebanon and its government push their weight around like members of the Nazi Party. She said they've multiplied their numbers by having multiple wives and many children -- and that they use the media to make certain the world knows that they distribute food to the needy, but hide the fact that they kill Christians and use them as human shields in any battles.

http://www.suntimes.com/news/laney/185297,CST-EDT-LANEY25.article

Read the whole thing at the link above. Not everyone lies to us. The reporter above lets one woman tell the truth. It's something we seldom are allowed to do in the presence of our elites. Who needs 'em! HAMAS is a criminal gang of primitive scum bags, and Palestinians are animal savages. Yeah, and do you get a chance to read that in the daily rag?

Didn't think so.

A Scot went walkin'

A Scot went walkin', and when he walked back no one believed he'd seen what he said.

Eight hundred years ago King Lalibela created a marvelous gift to the world. Often called the Eighth Wonder of the World, Lalibela contains towering churches that were carved from the soft, volcanic tuff in which they stand. Some lie almost completely hidden in deep trenches, and others stand in open quarried caves. A complex and bewildering labyrinth of tunnels and narrow passageways with crypts, grottoes, and galleries connects them all. Within this mystical world, priests go about their daily tasks, seemingly oblivious of the outside world. Standing 38 feet tall with seventy-two pillars, Medhane Alem is not only the largest in Lalibela, it is the largest monolithic rock-hewn church in the world. The oldest of the churches, dedicated to the Virgin Mary, Bet Maryam is the only Lalibela monolith with a porch. The remains of exquisite early frescoes can be seen on the ceiling and upper walls, and there are many elaborately carved details on the piers, capitals, and arches.
www.farhorizon.com/Africa/ethiopia.htm
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Those who wish to practice their Gaelic can turn to the following link for more details of Ethiopian Christianity.
www.s4c.co.uk/nefoedd/nefoedd/prog3.htm
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Some people build up churches by cutting things into pieces and stacking them atop each other, and others dig a hole and leave the core to carve away. Some people write about Ethiopia in Gaelic. And some bloggers don't have a copy of Alan Moorehead, The Blue Nile, but they have two copies of his The White Nile. Some people come across as strange, and others one should just shoot. Our best friend didn't realize till just now he doesn't have the right book, and now can't quote the story of the Scottish explorer who walked to Ethiopia in the 18th century. But I did find a brief reference to James Bruce at amazon.com.:

In the 18th century James Bruce declared that he had been to the source of the Blue Nile. He was brave and determined and a dedicated amateur. Bruce thought the Blue Nile was the main stream and the White Nile was a tributary. Affairs in Ethiopia were nightmarish. The Ethiopian warriors were impressed by the power of his rifle. His book appeared in 1790, seventeen years after his expedition.
Reviewer:Mary E. Sibley
http://www.amazon.com/Blue-Nile-Alan-Moorehead/dp/0060956402
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And more from Wikipedia:

James Bruce, (December 14, 1730 – April 27, 1794) was a Scottish traveller and travel writer who spent more than a dozen years in North Africa and Abyssinia (Ethiopia) where he traced the Blue Nile.

On the outbreak of war with Spain in 1762 he submitted to the British government a plan for an attack on Ferrol. His suggestion was not adopted, but it led to his selection by the 2nd Earl of Halifax for the post of British consul at Algiers, with a commission to study the ancient ruins in that country, in which interest had been excited by the descriptions sent home by Thomas Shaw (1694–1751), who was consular chaplain at Algiers. Having spent six months in Italy studying antiquities, Bruce reached Algiers in March 1763. The whole of his time was taken up with his consular duties at the piratical court of the dey, and he was kept without the assistance promised. But in August 1765, a successor in the consulate having arrived, Bruce began his exploration of the Roman ruins in Barbary. Having examined many ruins in eastern Algeria, he travelled by land from Tunis to Tripoli, and at Ptolemeta took passage for Candia; but was shipwrecked near Bengazi and had to swim ashore. He eventually reached Crete, and sailing thence to Sidon, travelled through Syria, visiting Palmyra and Baalbek. Throughout his journeyings in Barbary and the Levant, Bruce made careful drawings of the many ruins he examined. He also acquired a sufficient knowledge of medicine to enable him to pass in the East as a physician.

In June 1768 he arrived at Alexandria, having resolved to endeavour to discover the source of the Nile, which he believed to rise in Ethiopia. At Cairo he gained the support of the Mameluke ruler, Ali Bey; after visiting Thebes (where here entered the tomb of Ramesses III, KV11) he crossed the desert to Kosseir, where he embarked in the dress of a Turkish sailor. He reached Jidda in May 1769, and after a stay in Arabia he recrossed the Red Sea and landed at Massawa, then in possession of the Turks, on September 19. He reached Gondar, then the capital of Ethiopia, on February 14, 1770, where he was well received by the nəgusä nägäst Tekle Haymanot II, by Ras Mikael Sehul, the real ruler of the country, by Ozoro Esther, wife of the Ras, and by the Ethiopians generally. His fine presence (he was 6 ft. 4 in.. high), his knowledge of Geez, his excellence in sports, his courage, resource and self-esteem, all told in his favor among a people who were in general distrustful of all foreigners. He stayed in Ethiopia for two years, gaining knowledge which enabled him subsequently to present a perfect picture of Ethiopian life. On November 14, 1770 he reached Lake Tana, the long-sought source of the Blue Nile. Though admitting that the White Nile was the larger stream, Bruce claimed that the Blue Nile was the Nile of the ancients and that he was thus the discoverer of its source. The Jesuit missionary Pedro Paez is widely regarded by historians as having been the first European to reach the site; Bruce, however, disputed his claim and suggested that the relevant passage in Paez's memoirs had been fabricated by Athanasius Kircher.

Setting out from Gondar in December 1771, Bruce made his way, in spite of enormous difficulties, by Sennar to Nubia, being the first to trace the Blue Nile to its confluence with the White Nile. On November 29, 1772 he reached Aswan, presently returning to the desert to recover his journals and his baggage, which had been abandoned in consequence of the death of all his camels. Cairo was reached in January 1773, and in March Bruce arrived in France, where he was welcomed by Buffon and other savants. He came to London in 1774, but, offended by the incredulity with which his story was received, retired to his home at Kinnaird. It was not until 1790 that, urged by his friend Daines Barrington, he published his Travels to Discover the Source of the Nile, In the Years 1768, 1769, 1770, 1771, 1772 and 1773, but was assailed by other travellers as being unworthy of credence. The substantial accuracy of his Abyssinian travels has since been demonstrated, and it is considered that he made a real addition to the geographical knowledge of his day.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Bruce
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Right about now most readers are probably saying: "?!"

Yes, it's Christmas, and most people in the Modern world are not likely dwelling on an eighteenth century explorer who walked to Ethiopia. Those of us who are, well, we chuckle, don't we? That's because we know that our fellows in Ethiopia are now at war with jihadis in Somalia, and that we too could be like our friend and mentor, James Bruce. Yes, this new year could see us going to Ethiopia to volunteer to help in the war against Islamic fascism. Cool, huh? You could surprise the kids no end. And your grandchildren would have a marvelous time at school during "Show and Tell" with stuff you send back from the front.

There's no good reason at all why we can't go to Ethiopia and fight with the locals against the jihadis.

All I need for Christmas is a round-trip ticket to Addis Ababa. We can go walk-about, and folks will never believe the tales we tell.