day no. 17,473: the perverts and the prophet (but I repeat myself)

"A man who doggedly believes in something, no matter how wrong it is, will always prevail over the man who believes nothing at all." — Douglas Wilson, The Rise of the Islamo-Commies

Those who know what they believe and why they believe will always trample over those who do not know what they are about. The rise and fall of empires is often punctuated by an aggressively unapologetic people taking over a passive, self-effacing people. Over time, the conquerors become protectors and trade offense for defense and eventually trade all ambition for growth and gain for a fear of losing what it has... and that is why it ends up losing everything.

Matthew 16:25

Whosoever will save his life shall lose it: and whosoever will lose his life for my sake shall find it. 

"Secularism had been rotted out by the relativism of postmodern thinking, and their central core values had apparently become pot and porn. They were in no position to stand up to those who had a word from the Prophet." — Douglas Wilson, The Rise of the Islamo-Commies

Islam is wrong, but it is sure of itself. That kind of confidence can carry a movement a long way. It can cross the Atlantic and cold crusade an entire continent. People caught up in and indulging in the luxury of self-actualization paired with a lust for victimization will become actual victims. They imagined grievances will visited upon them incarnate.

"The problem was that the tradition of the Prophet, though far more bombastic and dogmatic than what we were hearing from the hollow men of the West, was a tradition that was bloody and twisted. They too had a yearning for underage girls, only made more grotesque, if that were possible, by means of wedding dresses."  — Douglas Wilson, The Rise of the Islamo-Commies

Our "elites" and the Islamic invaders both like little girls. The one kidnaps, abuses, marries, and consumes them in secret. The other does all of that out in the open. The wickedness of the West, being brewed in the pig sty east of Eden, still knows enough to hide its shame, lie about it, or pretend it isn't real or at least not as bad as they say it is. The wickedness of the East, being brewed up by sand demons, does not pretend. It is bold and brash and it stands firm. It does not blush. It boasts in its evil. And wicked men who don't feel sorry will always be able to outmaneuver wicked men who know that they should feel sorry, even if they don't.