Is Manchester United? No moreso than Berlin.

Just late yesterday evening I had remarked to my fellow Monday demonstrators, where we had held speeches as usual addressing Merkel’s Despot-State and the continued execution of her Plan to flood Germany (and consequently all of EUrope) with Guests from the rich culture of The-Religion-Of-Peace – I'd remarked, as the police kept the screaming, jeering “Anti”fa mob at bay, turning to one or another of my co-demonstrators:

By current standards, if the legendary Paul Revere would ride today, he’d be charged with “hate-speech” toward the British and branded in the conventional press as “Britophobic”.

(In Doitch that ran soemthing like: “Dem heutigen Gesinnungswahn nach, wenn der legendäre Paul Revere heute reiten wurde, wäre er von Heiko Maas wegen „Hassrede“ gegen Briten angelagt worden, und von FB gesperrt, in der Mainstream-medien als „Britophob“ gebrandmarkt und beschimpft.“)

Well I could not have known, while I was saying that, that in probably that very hour a suicide bomber had just taken twenty-some unwary concert goers with him and left behind fifty-some severely injured, a city in trauma, and a Pakistani-Muslim Lord Mayor of London who calms his population with the nonchalant reassurance that “terrorism is just a part of big cities, which one must come to terms with and accept.”

Know what I’m reminded of? The 19th of December 2016 was also a Monday, here in Berlin when we were gathered exactly as we were yesterday, holding speeches addressing the very same matters as we had yesterday, likewise airing our grievance that no matter how many terrorist attacks thanks entirely to Merkel’s Plan and the EU Agenda, Soros’ Grandfatherly Guidance and a whole continent of populations who still don’t get it, the majority are still too cowed to think and to grasp, and still haven’t a shimmer of a clue to what real empathy and real mourning should be driving one to do, as a response, a reaction. No one will stop voting for Merkel, no one will take to the streets, no one will question the Lügenpresse which slams all oppositional voices as right-extreme (to be held null and void by any and all means at their disposal) and absurd (to be discarded as mad ravings).

Well I could not have known, as I'd left for home afterwards that evening, that indeed during that very hour I was catching my bus, a jihadi drove the semi truck he’d just hijacked, having shot the original Polish driver, into a dense unwary crowd gathered at a major Christmas Market in Berlin’s most central district – killing a dozen, severely injuring many, traumatizing others…..just not the Lord Mayor here, not the Interior Minister, not the mass-programmed “Welcome-Refugees” buttercups, and of course not “Mama” Merkel, the childless Despot who cautioned Berlin and all of Germany with the nonchalant reassurance that “terrorism is just a part of big cities, which one must come to terms with and accept.”

You know what I’m thinking? I'm thinking maybe, if the legendary Paul Revere had not ridden through the streets like that and just kept his fucking yap shut, and minded his own business, the British would never have come. But doesn’t that make perfect sense?

PEGIDA Notes, Part XXXI, zum Jahresende / Year's End Reflection

Zur selbst eingebildeten "Antifa" und der regressiven-Linken (Grünen und SPD inklusiv, so wie Merkeltreue)...
To the self-deluded "Antifa" and the Regressive Left (Greens and SPD included, as with Merkel-loyal)...

Hier ist es, in Deutsch und in English - die Zukunft wie ich sie sich vor meinen Augen entfaltet :
Here it is, in German and in English - the future I am seeing unfolding before my eyes:

Ich male ein einfaches Bild aus, nur um den kräftigen Eindruck zu gewinnen.
I'll illustrate simply, just to give a necessarily strong impression.

Da sind drei gestalteten Gruppen, die ich sehe, da wo Deutchlands Zukunft hinführt:
There are three groups formed, there where Germany's future is taking itself.

Die eine beinhaltet die Schwachen, die Dummen, die ahnungslosen Verlorenen, die Losers.
Das heißt nicht, die "Schwächeren" oder "Dümmeren"- denn es geht nicht um persönliche Abwertung, sondern eigene Entscheidung und eigenen Charakter, objektiv betrachtet.
The one is composed of the weak, the dumb, the cluelessly lost, the losers.
This does not mean, the "weaker" or "dumber" - as it has nothing to do with personal denigration, but with own choices or decisions, and own character, objectively seen.

Die in der mittleren Gruppe sind die Starken, auch nicht "stärker" sondern einfach stark:  geistlich, geistig, auch psychisch gesunde und vielleicht mal auch physisch robust - Geschlecht oder Größe spielen genau so wenig eine Rolle wie ethnische Herkunft, sondern ein entschloßene Verhältnis zur menschlichen Qualität, Empathie, Schätzung des Lebens, reale Demokratie und vielfältigen Meinungsfreiheit.
Those in the middle group are the strong, likewise not the "stronger" but simply strong:  in spirit, in mind andnerve, also psychologically sound and perhaps physically robust as well - gender or size play as little a role as ethnic background, rather a decidedly fit relationship to human quality, empathy, appreciation of life, real democracy, and a diversified freedom of thought.

Die dritte Gruppe sind die Monster.  Was sind das für "Monster"?  Herrscherklasse, absolute Macht anstrebend und durchsetzend, von Natur totalitär, gnadenlos destructiv; diese dulden keine Meinungsfreiheit, im Gegenteil, die stellen eine monokulturelle Gesinnungsdiktatur, menschenverachtend, andershassend, elitär und vulgär.  Weder Frauen noch Kinder, noch LGBT/QA*+etc., noch Liberalen noch Sozialisten, noch Atheisten noch nationale Souveränität, haben eine Chance.  Liebe findet kein Platz hier, noch Zärtlcihkeit, nur Furcht und Lackientum werden zur Normalität.  Geschweige jede Form von Ungehorsamkeit, von Kritik oder Widerspruch, von Widerstand.  Humor ist fahl und banal,  oder hart und grausam, wo er noch existiert.
The third group are the monsters.  What sort of "monsters"?  Ruling class, aspiring to and asserting absolute power, totalitarian by nature, ruthlessly destructive; these brook no freedom of thought whatsoever, on the contrary, they emplace a mono-cultural mind-set, despising humanity, and otherness, elitist and vulgar both.  Neither women nor children, nor LGBT/QA*+etc., nor liberals nor socialists, nor atheists nor national sovereignty, have a prayer in hell.  Love finds no place here, nor tenderness, only fear and lackeydom become the norm.  Not to mention anything like disobedience, or criticism or contradiction, or resistance.  Humor is flat and banal, or hard and cruel, where it exists at all.

Die von der ersten Gruppe werden einmal ein totalen Nervenzusammenbruch durchmachen, äußerst schmerzhaft - wer überlebt, wird auch nie wieder heil.  Wie ein Kartenhaus platzt, so wird's sein.  Kein Rückgrat, keine Werte, kein Selbstverteidigungsvermögen oder Sinn zur Verteidigung des Nächsten, geschweige Land oder Freiheit - kein Impuls zum Widerstand.  Die werden versklavt, verkauft, ausgenutzt, behandelt wie Dreck, weggeworfen wie Müll.
Those of the first group will succumb to a total nervous breakdown, painfully so - whoever survives will be beyond healing.  As a house of cards falls, so will it be.  Void of spine, void of values, void of any sense of self-defense or that of another, not to mention of country or of freedom - no impulse toward resistance.  These will be enslaved, sold, used and abused, treateed like filth, tossed away like garbage.

Aber nicht von uns, noch durch uns.  Wir sind die zweite, die mittlere Gruppe.  Wir werden nie aufgeben, gegen die dritte Gruppe, die "Monstern", zu kämpfen, wir werden alles was uns zusteht erschöpfen, einfallreich und flexibel, nervenstark, geprüft und verreift, selbstvertrauend Gottgläubig.  Wir mögen wohl nicht gewinnen, aber nie versagen, so lange wir Widerstand leisten.  Jeder, der nach Freiheit strebt, nach Werte, der seine Wurzeln bewahren will, wird auf uns zählen können.  Die von der o.g. ersten Gruppe aber nicht, die sind verloren, schon lange verloren, im eigenen Sand versunken - unsere HIlfe geht an die die nach Hilfe sehnen, nach dem Ausweg.  Und sollen wir doch verlieren: dann im Kampf und mit intaktem Geist, nicht als Losers.
But not by us and not on our account.  We make up the second, the middle group.  We will not give up fighting teh third group, the "Monsters", we will exhaust all we've got, innovative and flexible, of strong nerves, proven and matured, self-confident in faith.  We may not win, but we won't fail, so long as we give resistance.  Anyone who strives after freedom, after values, who would ppreserve his/her roots, will be able to count on us.  Onthe above mentioned first group however, not; these are lost, long since lost, sunk into the sands of their own making - our assistance goes to those who seek it, seek the way out.  And should we, after all, lose:  then in battle and with mind and spirit intact, not as losers.

Ach, die dritten, die "Monster" - na, wer sind die, wie sollen die aussehen, zu erkennen sein?  Das überlasse ich dem Leser bzw. der Leserin.  Es geht hier mehr um Denkfutter.  Und wenn man die Augen auf macht, tief atmet, anfängt für sich zu denken, sich rein zu machen von der Kultur der Gleichschaltung und Willkommen-Sekten, sich politisch inkorrekt von (heutigen Unis verkauften) "Selbstverständlichkeiten" zu befreien, die einmalige innerliche Person einmal zu erkennen, kann man besser schätzen wer das sein mag.  Und handeln.
Ah, the third, the "Monsters" - so who are they, how should they look or appear, to be recognized?  That I will leave to the reader.  This is more about food for thought.  And if one would open one's eyes, breathe deeply, begin to think for oneself, clear or cleanse oneself of the culture of Group-Think, of enforced and ceaseless adaptation, to politically-incorrectly free oneself from "self-evidences" one was sold on today's campuses, to finally get to know the unique innner person, one can better assess who or what that might be.  And act.

Note:

I don't carry this cross around my neck openly because I'm "suddenly now" Christian - but to remind Germans that they still are.
Dieses Kreuz trage ich um meinen Hals so öffentlich, weil ich "plötzlich jetzt" Christ bin - sondern, um Deutschen daran zu erinnern, daß sie es noch sind.

Update: 20 Oct 2017

„Ach neee, oda?!“

Wieder eine Berliner-Mottenpost in meiner Hände gelandet, und wieder ein Merkelstaat-Brüller – wiederholt und nachgekaut in all der Lügen-und-Lückenpresse.

Stell dir vor: Es regnet und hagelt, du merkst es, nimmst es wahr – du siehst es und weißt woher das kommt, du ahnst wie es läuft, du kennst den Geschmack, und wie nass alles wird davon. Nur, es wird aber von Sonnenschein erzählt und berichtet, und von Regenbögen – durch das Politkartell, durch seine ausführlich gesteuerten Mainstream-Medien Berichterstattung. Widersprichst du dies, bist du Verschwörungstheoretiker, ausländerfeindlich, Islamophob, und rechtsextrem bzw. antidemokratisch, sogar „Nazi“.

Und genau 10 Monate später erst, bis auf dem Tag, „berichtet“ ausgerechnet diese Medien, den Ermittlungsbehörden nach, daß an dem Tag im vorherigen Jahr hat's eigentlich doch geregnet und gehagelt, und warum.

Du sagst: „Danke für die Nachricht. Wir wissen's schon – und zwar längst.“
Berliner-Mottenpost 20. Okt. 2017:

„Ein V-Mann als Anstifter? Ein Zuträger des Landeskriminalamtes soll Islamisten zu Anschlägen angestiftet haben – er soll auch im Kontakt zum Attentäter vom Breitscheidplatz gestanden haben. Seiten 2-3... ...“

Und Buntes-Irrenminister De Misère, und Landesirrenminister Jager (der Versager), und Opportunist-Bürgermies-ter Müller...laufen noch frei herum.

Dear Gutmensch Set Against Me:

I hear your words so unconvincing,
I merely view them in their place.
Behind them all, I'll tell you without wincing:
I hear Cowardice screaming in my face.

For all that's Islamic you've intransigent sympathy -
unconsciously Stockholm-Syndromatic:
For no non-Muslims, nor its victims, you've the least empathy -
For you that'd only be "Islamophobic."

Each makes a choice between the one or the other,
Defining plainly one's character and action:
Empathy or Comfort-zone, and frankly whether
You've even ever grasped real Compassion.

The Zeitgeist pulls and manipulates,
It draws you into its pernicious slumber.
You buy the dope daily, till it's too late:
Proving after all, you're just another number.

Empathy

The screams of Islam's victims reach me in the night.

I hear them in the day through the din of normal life,

I hear the cries of children, of boys used as girls,

of girls used as property, and mutilated in their own most sacred...

I hear the weeping of women, and the bleating of God's creatures,

I sense the contempt toward this world's beauty, the stench

of loathing reaches my nostrils, and having no power but in prayer –

I have to bear it.

One hears how stupid Christianity is, how archaic, how weak,

one hears how arrogant the Jews are, how fundamentalist are both;

one hears little of Buddhists, of Hindus, they must have become irrelevant;

of Muslims one hears a great wind and clamor of how discriminated they are,

how misjudged, how maligned, intolerated, how misinterpreted:

one is not allowed to address the sheer lack of empathy

for the victims of Islam, these are denied recognition

as the mainstream sleep-walkers fall over each other – even atheists,

to recognize and fawn upon the "Religion of Peace."

Confrontation is only to be viewed as hostile hatred and vile bigotry,

no one can imagine that confrontation comes from empathy.

But I will say this once, and I'll be saying it again until one more awakens:

Being Human is something truly, deeply divine at its core,

the one question of any consequence being, what defines it, being Human:

it is not defined by power or by wealth, not by poverty or by shame,

it is not decided by ideology at all, or religion, or sexual orientation;

neither politics nor supremacy, nor tyranny nor pitied victimhood,

nor doing-everything-right nor following someone nor being good.

What decides and defines the Human Being is the faculty of empathy.

Real empathy cannot be manipulated, nor faked, nor sentimentalized;

it has the taste of consciousness, it both reflects and is spurred to action,

where action is required after reflection.

I hear much about tolerance and about co-existence, useful cudgels

in the hands of today's molders of NewSpeak, who know nothing,

nothing whatsoever of real empathy.

How Do You Propose To Discuss?

How do you propose to pursue a discussion
with someone who's identifying – much or little,
with a nearly three billion population of believers
in a 14 centuries-old doctrine which proposes
that you are kuffar and thus unworthy; or dhimmi,
and therefore second-class and taxable for it –
unless you should decide to forgo and identify as well?

How do you propose to approach a discussion
with one who either perpetrates, aids, or abets
the practice and implementation of unspeakable abuses
on an unspeakable level at an unspeakable frequency,
with an ever double-sided habit of speaking, whose
stated agenda is to make you and the world bend to its image
or else bow to its all-encompassing domination?

How do you propose to begin a discussion
with those who demand your "tolerance" but have none themselves,
who mis-use the multi-culture you already had and press it into mono-,
who will not conform to the modern jurisdiction of lands they've entered
but demand you and every land conform to the archaic court of the bedouin;
who shun the clothing you wear and the meat you eat while demanding
that you break your neck to suit the design of their environment?

How do you discuss coexistence with one who is not only
incompatible with but entirely against the very notion of democracy,
who withdraws his hand from any Western female encountered in greeting,
or who withdraws herself behind her niqab and insists
                                                                                   it's her choice and right,
who hold Jews to be apes, Christians to be pigs, Hindus to be worse,
                                                                                                 gays to be less,
and generally despises animals and nature anyway – emphatically insisting
that this is about a religion of peace, asserting this argument most aggressively?

What I Told The Kids

What I told the kids was this:
God is Love.
God is as vastly impersonal as outer space (I said)
and as up close as a lamb's snooter;
as grand as galaxies
and as intimate as your next breath.

I told the kids:
God is as male to the core as it gets,
and as deeply, unspeakably feminine as well –
while not necessarily either-or, certainly in their creative union.

God is Love, I told 'em,
greeted you on your arrival,
greets you on your departure,
entering and receiving you your life long
on every breath you take.

Forever isn't "a long long time," I told 'em,
but is outside of time altogether.
So God is here and is now, and in reality –
just eternally-forever that.
All else is suffering, all else is suffering.

And you are That,
whatever anyone else tries to tell you;
remember, you are That.

So you really can afford to show kindness, feel empathy,
have patience and consideration, and learn to trust yourself
to have faith.

If you can carry this on the tip of your tongue and give it a tune,
learn to sing it, God will dance there,
you won't ever be bummed out for long.
Yeah, God is Love, and your wildest source of joy.
Now just go be happy.

Well, that's what I told the kids.