Sunday, May 15, 2016

The Caliphate.


I have written a short story about a not so distant future where Europe has become an Islamic state, a Caliphate. I hope you like it (the story that is!).



The call to prayer came at an ungodly hour and interrupted the peaceful silence of the crisp autumn morning like a rock being tossed onto the flat surface of a quiet lake in the early hours of dawn. The monotonous, almost manic Arabic chanting of the muezzin telling the faithful to come to mosque and pray reverberated between the tired looking high-rise towers of the banlieue in the north eastern part of the city formerly known as Paris, now only referred to as Ar-Rahman. In the old days the area had been used to house the city’s large contingents of Arab and African immigrants, but these days the neighbourhood was almost exclusively white, its residents forced to embrace Islam during the brutal Western European mass conversions of 2019, and shortly thereafter relocated to the area and granted a humiliating second class status.

Dull yellow lights started appearing from behind the bland curtains in the square windows that lined the ugly brick facades of the buildings, and before long all the twelve towers on the estate were standing out against the night sky like lofty beacons on rocky outcrops warding off a dark and menacing ocean. Inside the apartments tired tenants reluctantly staggered out of their beds ready to face yet another day that would start with the obligatory prostration towards Mecca at the local mosque. The only ones excused from this privilege were menstruating women, the very old and the infirm. 

Jean Marie Gaston, or Abdel al Azim Mohammad which was the new name given to him after the conversion, was lying in his bed staring blankly up at the ceiling. He was wide-awake and had been so since his head first touched the soft feather pillow the previous evening. As he listened to the shrill voice of the Muezzin that had forced its way into his bedroom, he realized that he actually welcomed it. Not because he’d had a sudden change of heart and started to believe in the nonsense that had been so violently foist upon him, but because it offered him a temporary reprieve from the thoughts that had kept him company for the last eight hours. It also signalled the arrival of a new dawn, a dawn when the pushback would finally start and the terror which had been wrapped around him like an iron blanket for so long would eventually be cast aside.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and got up and immediately felt a sharp pain in his left hip. He had to stand still for a few moments and steady himself before he was able to continue into the kitchen where he quickly found the white plastic cylinder next to the kettle, deftly shook out two pink capsules which he then swallowed with a big gulp of metallic tasting water from the tap. The pills would mask the pain for a few blessed hours before it inevitable would return and remind him once again that he was in the process of dying. On the way out he paused in front of the full length mirror that was attached to the back of the entrance door and took a look at himself. The long white robe, the wide pants and the knitted skull cap with the intricate pattern running through the middle of it like a perforated sweatband and the obligatory beard that touched the top of his chest, which was mandatory dress code for all males in the caliphate, made him look rather intimidating despite of his 67 years and his frail medical state. But then again he thought to himself, wasn’t that was Islam was all about, intimidation?

He turned off the light and entered the narrow and dimly lit hallway where he joined a gentle stream of men, children and burka-clad women who were quietly gravitating toward the two elevators located at the far end of the corridor, which would take them to the ground level and out of the building.

- Salam alaikum Abdel, how are you doing this morning? Is your hip still causing you grief?

He turned and saw a man with four young boys in tow looking at him sympathetically.

- Oh salam alaikum Yassir, he said greeting the other man with a tired nod.

- Thank you for asking. Well as you can see I’m still able to stand up and make my way to the Mosque, but it’s getting harder. He tapped his right hand gently on the trouser pocket on his left hand side and said, but the painkillers that I take dull the pain.

The religious references that interspersed his conversations had become second nature and these days he didn’t even think about the absurdness of it anymore.

- However, he added in a low conspiratory voice with a sad grin on his face, I’m probably not going to see the end of the year.

- Oh, I’m really sorry to hear that, the man who Abdel only knew as Yassir said with a look of genuine concern.
 

- Is there anything that I can do to make things easier for you? Perhaps help you with some of your grocery shopping or other essential errands?

Abdel shook his head and put a hand on the other man’s shoulder.

- Thank you Yassir, you’re a good man. But I can still manage. Besides its good for me to get out of the apartment every now and then. By the way, how is the youngest one doing, is she keeping you busy?

Islam had at least solved one pressing issue that had caused considerable headache in the old France, Abdel mused dryly, and that was the low birth rate among ethnic French women. The strict rules of the caliphate had seen this problem disappear like morning dew on a hot summer day, and today on average each woman in France gave birth to a staggering 6 children. Thus the fear of France being demographically transformed from a predominately white European country to a predominately Arab and African country had been unfounded. Apparently, people were still having sex no matter how miserable their lives were.

 Yassir smiled and shook his head tiredly.

- The apartment feels a little bit smaller, and the nights a little bit longer, but we survive. You know what it’s like.

Abdel nodded. Yes. He did know what it was like.

They got to the end of the corridor and he managed to squeeze into the men-only elevator, which was almost filled to capacity. Twenty seconds later the door opened up on the ground floor and its devout cargo spilled out into the lobby. Some of the men moved over to the brick wall that ran perpendicular to the elevators, no doubt waiting for their wives to arrive in the other elevator, which had been set aside for the tower’s female residents. Abdel had often wondered how the husbands were able to recognize their wives underneath the black burkas, but he guessed that it was the other way around, the wives picked out their husbands. He stopped briefly at the booth next to the entrance doors and gave his name and apartment number to the young man whose job it was to make sure that nobody missed Morning Prayer.

- Abdel al Azim Mohammad, apartment 89, eight floor, he said unenthusiastically.

The young man nodded without looking up as he jotted down the details on his computer. It was a serious offense to miss the obligatory daily prayers without a valid reason, and the ones who slipped up seldom did it twice. The mandatory thirty lashes with the slim and hard bamboo cane that was administered to transgressor in front of the Mosque after Friday prayers saw to that. Anyone who had experienced its sting, or seen the brutal suffering that it inflicted would do anything in their power to avoid sharing a similar fate.

The cold air and the smell of dampness from last night’s rainfall hit him like a gentle whip as he walked through the automatic sliding door and stepped onto the asphalt tarmac that surrounded the building. He walked past the green wooden benches, which served as a meeting place for the building’s residents and a play area for their children. He passed the car park which was filled with old rusty Renaults, Citroens and Volkswagens, and which continued around the building and was surrounded by huge green lawns with the occasional oak trees dotted here and there to provide some shade for the residents during the summer months. Narrow access roads connected the buildings with each other and a slightly wider one connected the estate to the main road which ran through the banlieu like an old varicose vain and linked it with the rest of the city. A large Mosque that was illuminated day and night by four powerful spotlights were located between the first row of towers and the main road. Someone had once told him that it was an exact replica, albeit on a much smaller scale of one of the original Mosques that the prophet himself had worshipped at in Medina.

The chanting of the muezzin grew in volume the closer he got to his destination and it muffled the sound of the shuffling feet and the low murmurs of the people around him. From above the steady movement of devotees making their way towards the Mosque must have resembled a slow moving wave of slushy ice gliding gently down a meandering river towards its final destination in the vast big ocean.

The first thing he did when he arrived at the mosque was to remove his shoes, something, which had become gradually more difficult to do and an act, which caused him considerable pain. He then started the ritual cleansing process known as wudu, which involved the rinsing of the hands, feet, head, arms, nose and nostrils with water from the large rectangular sink located just outside the entrance of the mosque. He then sauntered into to the main prayer area at a leisurely pace. It was half-full and he quickly found an empty spot on the big rug that covered the entire floor and started the degrading process of submitting to a God that he did not believe in and whose philosophy he considered to be an abomination to mankind. His bent forward and as his head touched the ground he muttered to himself.

 - Damn you, you sick paedophile fuck. Damn your evil Quran and damn your evil caliphate.

Abdel had been waiting for 40 minutes and he was starting to suspect that something had gone terribly wrong. The van should have picked him up half an hour ago and there was no plausible explanation for the delay. He kept pacing in what he hoped was a casually and relaxed manner from one end of the bus pocket to the other, but underneath the white robe he was sweating profusely and he could feel his t-shirt sticking mercilessly to his back despite the thermometer only showing a cool 10 degrees centigrade. Uncomfortable images had started appearing in his head. Images of smirking police officers with drawn guns and wielding heavy steel batons, which they would use to strike him repeatedly over the head with. He could feel his pulse rising and his breathing became more laboured. The police in the caliphate were not known for their gentle touch. He had seen firsthand the brutality that they were capable of and those memories would never be erased from his mind.

 He wiped his forehead and cleared the sweat that had formed there with a trembling hand and started thinking about possible ways to commit suicide if the police were to show up. He could always try to run into the middle of the road and hope that a speeding truck would take care of the rest. He was getting more and more anxious, confident that the plan had been uncovered and that he was going to be arrested and suffer the consequences of his treason with all the unpleasantness, which such an act would surely incur. He could feel himself starting to panic and he was seriously contemplating aborting his mission when he finally spotted the van. He let out a big sigh of relief and muttered a silent prayer to whoever had tip the scale of luck in his direction.

It was a big old Mercedes cargo van with a picture of a sombre looking Osama Bin Laden pointing his left index finger up toward the sky, his right hand firmly clutching a Koran and the Arabic word for Islamic bookstore written in a bold black colour just below his waist. The joyful image was adorning both sides of the van ensuring that its upbeat message was spread to as many individuals as possible. The van came to a gentle stop at the intersection on the opposite side, and when the lights turned green it quickly shot across the four lanes of the highway and pulled up gently into the bus pocket where Abdel was standing. He opened up the door and climbed in, heart pounding madly in his chest. The driver whom Abdel only knew as Mr. X pulled out almost instantly and joined the motley myriad of cars heading towards the on ramp of the ring road that circles the city that Abdel still thought of as Paris.

- What the hell happened, you were supposed to be here half an hour ago, he said to the driver in a surprisingly calm and matter-of-factly voice which did not accurately describe his current state of mind.

 Mr X gave him and remorseful shrug and looked at him apologetically.

- What can I say? I got stuck in traffic. There was an accidents right next to the supermarket. Both lanes were completely blocked. I had to wait for the tow trucks to come and clear the road.

Abdel silently cursed the person who had caused the accident and given him so much unnecessary grief.

- Well, you are here now, he said as he was letting out a deep breath, and that is the only thing that matters. It would also tend to suggest that the authorities have absolutely no idea about what is about to happen.

Mr X nodded.

- Yes, that would seem to be the case, and thank god for that.

Abdel guessed that Mr X had to be in his late 60’s. He was ethnic French like himself and dressed in the same traditional Islamic garb. Their beards were similar in length, but his was bright red as opposed to his own, which was grey and rather tattered looking. He had a weathered face with pronounced smile lines and grey eyes that seldom strayed. On the few occasions that they had met, Abdel had never seen his mouth form into a smile. Maybe Mr. X’s personality was a direct result of having spent almost an entire life in a totalitarian society completely devoid of humour and all the other things that makes life worth living. But then again maybe Mr. X had always been like that.

- After we enter the ring road we’ll stick to it until it’s time to head into the city centre, Mr X said indicating the direction with a quick tilt of his head. The van has a full tank and we should be able to drive around for half a day if need be, but I can’t see why we should. Hopefully we won’t run into any unforeseen situations.

- Let’s hope so, Abdel replied sincerely. The unease that had almost paralysed him had finally started to subside.

He cleared his throat and said;

- You would expect from a purely rational point of view that no one has found out about the operation. If they had, they would have come after us a long time ago. Any other type of response would be completely madness on their part.

Mr X, looked out the driver side window and swiftly changed into the right lane which would take them onto the ring road.

- Yes, he said without taking his eyes of the road. Once we are in the van there is little they can do to stop us. I mean what if they lost track of our movements? They would have wasted their only opportunity and there is no way they would allow that to happen. I’d say it’s a safe bet that they haven’t got a clue.


Abdel twisted his mouth and exhaled deeply through his nose, something that he used to do when he was mulling things over in his head.

- You have to admit though that it is a little bit perplexing that things have gone so smoothly, that no one has suspected anything. Just think about all the people that had to be involved in the planning and execution of the plan. We’re talking about a couple of dozen individuals at least.

Abdel leaned forward and paused for a moment before continuing his train of thought.

- Think about it for a second, they had to find suitable people inside the caliphate who hate the system sufficiently and who were willing to take such tremendous risks. How do you go about finding such people? This is after all a society where you could lose your head if you just utter a wrong word. And that’s not all. Then they had to get the stuff across a border that is literally hermetically sealed. It is a logistical nightmare.

Abdel leaned back in his seat.

- But despite all of these obvious and insurmountable obstacles the authorities are still in the dark. Don’t you find that a little bit strange?
Mr X let Abdel’s statement sink in.

- I guess it's just the luck of the draw, he said after a while.

- Besides we don't know how many attempts have been thwarted so far, if any. The news is not exactly replete with accounts of treason.

Abdel nodded.

Mr X, continued;

- We are suspecting that a foreign power is behind, but it could just as easily be an inside job. It could be forces within the caliphate itself that are seeking to either overthrow or destabilize the current leadership for a variety of reasons. The technology and knowhow to carry out such a plan is still there, even though it would significantly narrow down the number of potential conspirators.

- I'm leaning more towards the Russians, Abdel said after a while. It would be in their best interest to neutralize the threat from the caliphate. They are no fools, and they know very well that the current peace treaty will only last for as long as it serves the caliphate. The constant incursions by caliphate subjects into Russian territory, with corresponding deaths and destruction would also strengthen that theory.

As they entered the ring road, Abdel started thinking about the events that led to the creation of the caliphate and the Europeans’ feeble and completely inadequate attempts to prevent it. The chain of events that led to downfall had started in earnest in 2015 when the European Union decided to throw open the floodgates, which saw 5 million so called migrants from predominantly Muslim nations gain entry to Europe. According to the official accounts by the caliphate department of history, more than 40000 soldiers from the Islamic State joined them in this endeavour.

He recalled the sense of helplessness that ordinary Europeans felt during the summer of 2016, the summer of terror, when bombs went off all over the continent and thousands of people lost their lives. He remembered the utter shock that permeated every strata of European society when in early 2019 thousands of ISIS operatives descended upon the EU leader summit in Brussels and within a few hours managed to wipe out the entire leadership of the organization. And then when Europe was reeling from the shock came the dirty bombs that killed nearly 25 million people in less than 3 months. Then the lull in the mayhem before the final ultimatum was given, convert to Islam or the campaign of terror will continue.

The nations of Europe caved in like shell-shocked ducks one after the other in such an obsequious manner that he felt ashamed to be born on its soil. The first mass conversion occurred within the armed forces. Unarmed personnel where lined up on parade grounds all over Europe and given the choice; convert or die. Executioners with gleaming and razor sharp sword were present, leaving no doubt as to what would happen to those who refused.

- Do you think we are doing the right thing, he said?

The question seemed to puzzle Mr X.

- What else can we do, he said raising his voice slightly. There is no political freedom, there is no room for dissent, and any anti-Islamic activities are punishable by death.

He waived his right hand in a gesture of exasperation.

- We are living in a brutal dictatorship, which is responsible for the death of tens of millions of people. A dictatorship that will go on killing millions more if no one stops them.

He shook his head resolutely and let out a big sigh;

- We have a moral responsibility to do whatever we can to prevent that from happening and try to bring an end to the nightmare that has been imposed upon us and our descendants. And the sad thing is that we're running out of time.

He looked over at Abdel, grabbed him by the arm and squeezed it firmly;

- Look at us, he said intently. We are in our mid-sixties. We were young enough to remember what it was like before the caliphate. Soon our generation will die and then there will be no one who remembers what it was like before Islam. The transformation will be complete. The only people left will be the brainwashed generations and then there is no turning back.

He let go of Abdel’s arm;

- So no, I have no qualms about what we are about to do. I just pray to god, if such a thing exist that this is only one of several coordinated operations.

Abdel ran his fingers absent-mindedly through his beard. He had a blank expression on his face.

- Would it even make a difference if the caliphate was destroyed, he said after a while. Would the younger generations reject Islam or would they choose to hang on to it? After all, the only thing they know is Islam. They have practically been brainwashed since the day they left their mothers’ wombs.

- So what are your motivations then, Mr X said, if you don't think we’ll make an impact?

- Well, I didn't say that it wouldn't. I merely pointed out that it won’t necessarily be as straightforward as you seem to think.

There was a long pause where no words were spoken, and then Abdel said;

- I guess I'm doing it for selfish reasons. I want to be able to show them the finger before I die.

Yes, they were doing it for the future generations. Islam was like a cancer, that had up until recently, been confined to the Arab world, but which had managed to metastasize and infect Europe. It had to be removed with whatever methods necessary, and how ironic was it not then that he who himself was riddled with inoperable cancer would be the antidote that would attack the cancerous growth that was the caliphate?

He thought about Helen and the kids who upon his stubborn insistence had gone to America to live with her parents when things started to unravel. He remembered the promise he had made when he waved them goodbye at the airport; he would join them in a few months. But by the time he was ready to leave it was already too late. What had become of them? Michelle and Adrian would be nearly 50 years old now. Did they have kids of their own? Was he a grandfather?

- Are you afraid of dying?

Abdel gave it some thought.

- No, I'm not, he said eventually. But I would have liked to see my wife and kids before I leave this earth, or at least know what happened to them. What they are doing. Find out if they're happy. Find out if they ever tried to figure out what happened to me.

Mr X nodded solemnly and decided not to pursue the matter any further.

The traffic was moving slowly. The stringent measures that had propelled the once declining birth rates meant that Paris was suffering the inevitable growing pains that such trends ultimately lead to. The fact that very little effort had been put into upgrading vital infrastructure, such as the road network, meant that these had become increasingly more congested and subsequently traffic slowed down accordingly. Abdel surmised dourly that the authorities had other, more important things to worry about, such as ensuring that women always dressed in black tarpaulins whenever they were allowed out in public and that the youth were kept in the dark about such meaningless things as science and reason. He had long since resigned himself to the facts that France had been transform from a well-functioning industrialized nation to an Islamic nation and then slowly descended into a third world nation. Was there any plausible way out of this nightmare or was this the way things would stay until the end of time he wondered?

Exactly three hours after Abdel climbed into the passenger seat of the white van, they got their first glimpse of the destination, the Ummah al Franca, the headquarters of the northern division of the Caliphate. The gigantic complex that covered several square kilometres comprised of an enormous conference hall, an administration building, several madrassas, a library and one of the largest Mosque in the entire Caliphate, the Al Shahid. It had been erected shortly after the inception of the new Islamic state and in the exact spot where one of France's most cherished and beloved structures, The Eiffel Tower had once stood before it had been mercilessly demolished and reduced to a giant heap of scrap metal.

The traffic, which up until now had been slow, almost come to a complete halt. The diversions and various safety measures that had been introduced for the annual meeting of the Caliphate's political and military top echelon, which for the first time in nearly a decade had been awarded to Paris, meant that motorist trying to traverse the inner city's elaborate and intricate network of roads were left slogging it out amongst themselves. Abdel looked absent-mindedly at the pedestrians who with seeming ease overtook the slow moving van.

- How close do you think we'll get, he asked tentatively. His heart had started to beat faster and the pain in his hip had decided to pay him a visit him again.

Mr X squinted, tilting his head slightly to one side trying to get an idea of what lay up ahead.

- I'm not sure, he said in a noncommittal voice. I don't think we'll be able to drive straight up to it, but we'll get fairly close. More than close enough for our purposes anyway.

He looked solemnly at Abdel,

- This is it you know. This is what we have been preparing for. Are you ready to go through with it?

Abdel nodded.

- Yes, I am, Abdel said in a calm voice.

It took them another twenty minutes to reach the first roadblock, which was at the north entrance of the complex just after the bridge on the other side of the river. There they made a right turn and followed the road that ran parallel to the large Mosque with its shiny grey marble tiles. They turned left at the next intersection and were able to follow the road that bordered the huge complex for almost half a kilometre. The next road block was just outside the west entrance and Mr X pulled gently into the side and doubled parked the van less than 200 metres away from it.

He left the engine running and gave Abdel a pale look.

- It's time. Let's get it over with before they grow suspicious and try to stop us.

Abdel nodded and extracted the sinister looking remote control with the bright red button and the half-inch long metal pin from the glove compartment. He had to flick the pin to the on position before he could depress the button and unleash the wrath of hell that would deliver a severe blow to the Caliphate. A blow that was so great that it would eradicate its entire leadership.

He took one last look behind him at the cargo area and inspected the two pallets stacked with what by all appearance looked like ordinary copies of the Quran, but which underneath its false shell contained two very powerful atomic bombs with a combined destructive force of 10 kilotons. He thought to himself how fitting it was that they would avail themselves of the same methods and tactics that the founders of the caliphate had used themselves to subdue an entire continent and forced upon its residents a barbaric stone age like philosophy. Maybe, just maybe this act of rebellion would help bring down the regime and eventually, sometime in the future help restore democracy and bring back reason to the continent.

He turned around again and faced the entrance and the guards who were tasked with protecting it.

- Ok, let’s get it over with Mr X. said in a trembling voice. His face was ashen and his hands were shaking noticeably. Let’s get it over with.

Mr X. leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. Abdel noticed that his lips were moving in what looked like a silent prayer. Soon they would all find out what happens when the human body dies. Abdel lowered his gaze again and stared at the metallic remote control that he was holding in his hands. It was strange he mused that such a lightweight device was able to cause so much death and destruction. He lifted his gaze one last time and noticed that some of the guards had started to show interest in their van. Abdel lifted the remote control slowly until it was in line with his chin, then quickly flicked the metal pin and placed his thumb on the bright red button. The final words that he uttered before the world turned black and completely devoid of any life, consciousness or time was

- We will never submit.



Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Why the term “moderate Muslim” is an oxymoron





Also published at Gates of Vienna


Why has Islam been able to grow at such an unprecedented pace in Europe, and why has it been allowed to do so practically unchallenged? There are many reasons for this, but one contributing factor that has facilitated this rapid growth has been the decision to artificially divide the religion into two opposing philosophies with completely different goals and values, which has transformed it into an ideological version of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. By firmly dividing its adherents (Muslims) into two distinct camps — the extremists who are alleged to be misusing their religion and who only constitute a tiny minority, and the moderates who ostensibly represent the majority and who strongly opposes the extremists — Islam has managed to establish a defence that is almost impenetrable, and that has fostered an environment in which meaningless terms such as Islamophobia are actually given credence.

This clever distinction, which has in effect divided Islam into a moderate and an extreme form, has ensured that it can continue to grow unabated and without being properly challenged, as any terrorist attack committed by its members can be blamed on the extremists and thus also used as an argument to exonerate the moderates. It’s a form of classification or “branding taqiyya” that has served the religion well, and given it a solid argument that it can rely upon no matter what type of hurdle or obstacle that is being thrown in its way.

The mainstream media and the political classes have deliberately failed to call Islam by its proper name and actively undermined any serious attempts to scrutinize and expose the ideology for what it really is. As a result, the majority of the blame for the very precarious situation that Europe finds itself in these days has to be put squarely on their shoulders. These two powerful groups have been able to control public discourse and sway public opinion through the extensive use of lies and propaganda. Crucial facts that could have altered the course have been deliberately downplayed, and in many cases outright ignored. Unpalatable events have been omitted. The job responsibilities of the MSM and the politicians have largely been transformed into those of campaigners who pay lip service to such things as truth and accuracy — values that actually used to matter in the past. The absence of an in-depth analysis of Islam’s doctrines, its history and its stated goals for the future have left ordinary people blissfully unaware of the dangers that this ideology represents, and only now when Islam has seriously started to flex its muscles are they beginning to wake up from their political-correctness-induced slumber.

 

This essay will focus on the rebranding of Islam that has turned it into something unrecognizable and innocuous — namely a predominantly moderate and peaceful religion — and offer a valid and thorough explanation as to why this is not the case. It will show that this artificial rebranding is false, that it is unscientific and utterly dishonest, and demonstrate by the use of critical analysis that the opposite is true. This assignment has not been undertaken to further cement the convictions of those who have already reached this conclusion of their own accord, but rather to serve as a wakeup call to those who are still in the dark and have failed to grasp what should have been obvious all along.

The first step in this process is to demonstrate that one cannot logically divide Islam into two distinct camps; one that preaches war and hatred, and the other that preaches love and tolerance. It is an absurd claim to make, given that both camps are reading from the same script. This is made obvious by the fact that a large portion of Islamic doctrine is dedicated to the advocacy of hatred and animosity against non-Muslims. However, before we can start to immerse ourselves in the subject at hand and initiate our investigation, we have to obtain some definitions that will allow us to describe the religion and the points that we are trying to make. The words that we are interested in here are “Islam”, “Muslim”, “moderate”, “extreme” and “extremist”.

A quick Google search gives us the Merriam-Webster’s English dictionary’s classification of the word “extremist”:

“Advocacy of extreme measures or views.”

The word “extreme” is defined by the same dictionary as:

“Very far from agreeing with the opinions of most people: not moderate”.

The word “moderate” is glossed as:

“Professing or characterized by political or social beliefs that are not extreme.”

Furthermore, it is important to correctly identify the term “Muslim”, as the purpose of this essay is to establish whether a Muslim should be classified as an extremist or as a moderate based on the choice of his or her religious convictions. According to the same source a “Muslim” is defined as:

“A person whose religion is Islam: a follower of Islam”

Islam is defined as:

 

“The religion which teaches that there is only one God and that Muhammad is God’s prophet : the religion of Muslims”

These are basic definitions which could be elaborated upon in great detail, but which will have to do for the purposes of this essay. The only thing that we are going to add is that a Muslim is a person who embraces Islamic doctrine, i.e. the teachings of the Quran, the Hadith and the Sira (the official Islamic doctrine). The Quran being the word of Allah as recited to Muhammad, Islam’s first and last prophet, by the angel Gabriel. The hadith, which encompasses the traditions of Muhammad (a supplement to the Quran). The Sira, which is the official biography of Muhammad. The Sunnah (doctrine) is a term that encompasses the Hadith and the Sira.

Now that we have sorted out the correct definitions we can move on to the next step in the process, which is to place practitioners of Islam on either the moderate end of the scale, the extremist end of it, or somewhere in between. A prerequisite in order to achieve this task is to be equipped with a basic knowledge of Islam. It should be evident that it is impossible to refute the claim on a purely scientific basis without having a basic understanding of the ideology. As with anything in life, in order to make an informed decision one has to be in possession of the relevant facts. It is also imperative that we clarify what constitutes moderate behaviour in order to prevent undue confusion. We have already offered a definition of this word, but we still have not assigned what type of behaviour falls into this category. Normal behaviour is also to a certain degree a relative concept, as different countries and different cultures operate with different definitions of what constitutes normal behaviour. What is considered normal behaviour in Saudi Arabia is not necessarily normal behaviour in a country such as Canada, and vice versa. The best way to overcome this issue is to use the UN’s declaration of human rights as a template and gauge various behaviours and ideologies against this document in order to ascertain on which side of the scale they belong.[1]

It should also be pointed out that normal behaviour could quite easily be classified as extreme if it occurs in a society that has descended into anarchy or chosen to adopt fascism or any other anti-democratic forms of governing. In order for any ideology or political system to be classified as moderate, in this context, it is thus imperative that it does not violate the basic principles of the UN’s declaration of human rights, and by no means can it be found to be in gross violation of this declaration. Hence in order for Islam to be classified as a moderate religion, it is essential that it can be categorically established that it accepts and respects the overall principles found in this document.

We are now going to take a closer look at certain aspects of Islamic doctrine and bring attention to some of the more disturbing incidents of Muhammad’s life, which will put the claim that Islam is a moderate religion into serious question. We are not going to detail every single event or analyse every single passage of its holy books with a magnifying glass, but rather take a closer look at some of the characteristics that makes it impossible to classify it as a moderate religion.

 

The first hurdle that anyone who wishes to exonerate Islam and label it as a moderate ideology encounters is the existence of a unique judicial system (Shariah) which is a 7th century justice system based upon the Quran and various instructions and commandments made by Muhammad throughout his life.[2] To say that it conforms with the UN declaration on human rights would be a gross misrepresentation of the truth, as it quite clearly violates both the spirit of this document and pretty much every single paragraph listed within it. The most egregious example is probably the Sharia’s view on apostasy, i.e. members who wish to leave the religion, a transgression which according to the Sharia is punishable by death. Similar punishments are meted out for blasphemy, homosexuality and marital infidelity, which according to the Sharia stipulates that the offending individual be stoned to death, just to name a few examples.

The fact that these laws have been practiced since the inception of Islam and that they are still being practiced in various Muslim nations today makes Islam come across as a rather extreme ideology straight off the bat, and it certainly makes it very difficult to see why anyone would choose to classify the Sharia or any system that resembles it as moderate, or claim that it has undeservedly been awarded the classification “extreme” To justify killing individuals who don’t share your personal religious or political views is an extreme act, and it certainly runs counter to the UN’s declaration of human rights, as do the other issues highlighted in this paragraph. The only logical conclusion that can be deduced from this information is that the Sharia is extreme.

The second hurdle that the proponents of Islam encounter when they wish to classify Islam as a moderate religion is the Quran, the holy book of the Muslims. It’s a book that Muslims cherish and treat with the utmost respect, and which they believe was dictated to their prophet Muhammad verbatim by their God, Allah. The book is an integral part of Islam, and its content gives us a good indication to the exact nature of the religion. The proponents of the “moderate Islam” theory will be swift to point out that the Quran contains many peaceful passages, and consequently cannot in good faith be viewed as extreme. However, that does not change the fact that the Quran also contains a staggering 109 verses that actively advocates violence against non-believers, verses that condone violence against women, the subjugation of non-Muslims and verses that justifies slavery.[3] Any of these acts can in their own right justifiably be referred to as extreme by anyone’s definition, and most certainly by pitting it against the UN’s declaration on human rights. Some may interject that the Quran should be viewed in a historical context, and maintain that the practices advocated in this book were commonplace and accepted when it was written. That may be a valid argument, but is still fails to explain why people living in the 21st century show so much reverence for a book that advocates so much hatred and violence, and why they would wish to live in accordance with the principles found in such a book. Based on the numerous passages that promote violence against non-Muslims which can be found in the Quran one is left with no choice but to categorize it as an extreme book that advocates violence.

The third hurdle that proponents of Islam encounter in their quest to exonerate their religion is the first prophet of Islam, Muhammad and his life story, and in particular the later stages of his life which were dominated by violence and brutal warfare. What sets Muhammad apart from other significant religious figures such as Jesus and the Buddha, who were known pacifists and advocated a philosophy of turning the other cheek, is the fact that Muhammad was a warlord who killed, robbed, raped and had people who disagreed with him assassinated.[4] According to Islam’s own sources, Muhammad personally ordered the execution of 600-900 male Jews during the invasion of Banu Qurayza and took their women and children as slaves.[5] He also had numerous people who mocked or disagreed with him killed, and even admitted towards the end of his life that he had been made victorious through a reign of terror.[6] Furthermore, after his death his followers colonised and spread the religion of Islam by force to large areas of the known world by following his personal example. Some estimates indicate that this brutal colonization resulted in the loss of up to 270 million lives.[7]

The most troubling aspect of Muhammad’s life is, however, not that he committed all these atrocious acts, but rather the fact that so many people continue to worship him and show him so much reverence. Even today Muslims consider Muhammad to be the perfect human being whose behaviour should be emulated in every aspect of life. So great is the respect for Muhammad that the overwhelming majority of Muslims are violently opposed to even having visual representations made of their prophet, such as drawings, paintings etc. Whenever such visual representations materialise, riots and violence are often the outcome.

Having looked at the three main aspects of Islamic doctrine, the Quran, the Sunnah and the Sharia, and highlighted the problematic issues found within these, it’s not unreasonable to classify the contents as largely extreme. We have shown that all the three major parts that make up Islam advocate violence, and reject basic human rights and opinions that are not consistent with official Islamic doctrine. Such views can obviously not by categorized as moderate ones; given that moderate is by definition the absence of extremism, and they certainly cannot be viewed as moderate if we compare them with the UN’s declaration of human rights. That Islamic doctrine also contains elements that are moderate does not change the fact that there is an overabundance of elements that clearly are extreme in nature, and which can be found throughout its holy texts, giving us no other choice than to label the religion as a whole as extreme.

This invariably leads us to the last section and the original goal of this essay, which is to show that Muslims who embrace Islamic doctrine thus cannot logically be labelled as moderates, given that the ideology they have embraced is an extreme one.

We have already offered a very basic definition of the term Muslim, as classified by Merriam-Webster’s English dictionary. For our purpose in this essay — which is to establish whether it is reasonable to categorize Muslims as both extremists and moderates — it is important to specify whom we have chosen to designate as Muslims, given that the term is often loosely applied, and are on some occasions used to include individuals who are born Muslims in predominantly Muslim nations, but who don’t necessarily identify as Muslims. The term Muslim as it has been applied in this case refers to practicing Muslims; in other words, individuals who identify as Muslims, who believe in the Quran and who live their lives according to Islamic principles. It does not include what some would choose to refer to as cultural Muslims, non-practicing Muslims, reformers or individuals who choose to identify as Muslims out of concern for their own safety, of whom there are plenty given, Islam’s highly controversial view on apostasy.

 

It’s also necessary to make a logical assumption: to accept that most people who follow a specific ideology, regardless of which one it may be, have at least a basic understanding of its official doctrines and stated goals. This means that a devout communist has at least a minimum of knowledge of official communist literature, and that a fervent Christian has at least a basic knowledge of Christian principles, etc. Thus we should assume that a practicing Muslim has a basic knowledge of Islam’s holy texts, and that he is familiar with its official policies on a wide range of issues. It is therefore also safe to conclude — if we accept these criteria — that a practicing Muslim has a basic understanding of Islam’s views on unbelievers, apostates, sharia law and the life of Muhammad. In other words, a practicing Muslim is familiar with the undemocratic nature of Islam, but nevertheless still chooses to identify as a Muslim.

This is a very significant fact, and one that has to be given the utmost attention when trying to determine on which side of the “extremist” scale practicing Muslims should be positioned. It is absolutely crucial to take political or religious views into consideration when endeavouring to establish whether a person is an extremist or not, and it is certainly an approach that is being used extensively by the media and the political classes when it comes to classifying non-Muslims with whom they disagree politically as “extremists”. The latest people to be labelled as “extremists” by the use of such methods are US Presidential candidate Donald Trump and his supporters, who have been given this classification based solely on their political views and not based on their actions or behaviours. It should also be noted that the views that have earned them this label are fairly innocuous, given that they have not called for the extermination of political opponents, the introduction of a fascist state, or advocacy for an authoritarian judicial system — concepts that practicing Muslims do embrace wholeheartedly without being stigmatized as extremists by the same MSM.

Now the question that should present itself when taking these things into consideration, and in particularly bearing in mind the issues raised previously pertaining to the undemocratic and violent nature of Islamic doctrine, is this: can a practicing Muslim’s belief in such concepts be interpreted as anything but a tacit acceptance of such views? And can such an individual be classified as anything but an extremist?

Most people would probably agree that it is not a sign of moderate behaviour to endorse and condone violence and anti-democratic activities; on the contrary, such behaviour is part and parcel of the mentality of an extremist. To use a popular saying, if it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck and walks like a duck, it is more than likely a duck. One could of course apply this to Muslims and Islam and say that if the Quran advocates undemocratic values it’s more than likely that a practicing Muslim believes in and condones these views and the he wishes to live in a society governed by them. It’s certainly a natural conclusion to make when looking at the facts in a rational manner.

It’s equally natural to conclude that a moderate individual would by definition reject Islamic doctrine, or any other violent and undemocratic ideology based solely on the given ideology’s level of extremism and its antagonism against those who seek to question and challenge its authority. From this it follows that a truly moderate Muslim would reject Islam, based on its general violent message. In effect he would become an apostate, i.e. a non-Muslim. One could of course attempt to make the case that a moderate Muslim could discard the violent and extreme parts of Islam and focus solely on its peaceful verses, and still be a Muslim, but this is an unrealistic assumption that fails to recognize the dominant position that violence and jihad enjoy in Islamic doctrine. Moreover, it would render the teachings of Muhammad completely meaningless, and severely question his judgment and authority.

We know that the MSM and the political classes base their definition of extremism — excluding Muslims, that is — exclusively on political beliefs, and label individuals with whom they disagree as “extremists” on a much flimsier basis. Why is it then that practicing Muslims with views that are evidently more extreme are being categorized as moderates? An honest approach would be to treat Muslims in the same manner that other groups are treated, and scrutinize and define them in a similar fashion. To have two opposing classifications systems, and use them selectively for political purposes, can only be described as intellectual dishonesty at best. The outcome of such an inquiry is of no real value, as it has been obtained by the use of faulty methods. Thus the term moderate as it is applied today by the Western elites to describe the majority of practicing Muslims is a dishonest and erroneous description of reality.


It should also be obvious that it is unreasonable to classify a practicing Muslim as a moderate or as an extremist based solely on the violent acts that this individual has or has not committed, or on the amount of extreme viewpoints promulgated by said individual, or the lack thereof. Most people would agree that extremism isn’t exclusively synonymous with violence, but that it can also be applied to those who embrace extreme political and ideological ideas, and who disseminate such. Nevertheless, this unreasonable classification system is the one that the MSM and the political classes have chosen to adopt.

If we accept that a truly moderate individual would reject Islamic doctrine based on its overall violent principles, then the only logical conclusion to make is that an individual who continues to publicly praise and Islam and worship Allah and Muhammad, and criticize those who question this ideology, must be viewed as an extremist, based on this individual’s espousal of extremist ideas.

The next question to ask, then, is this: Is it reasonable to assume that a person who condones Islam’s theological message of jihad is sincere whenever this person’s offers a condemnation of jihadi attacks in the MSM? It’s a scenario that we are able to witness every time an Islamic terrorist attacks occur, and whenever the MSM are pretending to do their job by pretending to confront members of the Islamic community. The answer has to be a resounding “NO” from a purely logical standpoint. It’s also a conclusion that is in line with what we have seen on numerous occasions when so-called moderate Muslims say one thing when interviewed by media people, and express diametrically different and opposing views when captured on hidden cameras.

All things considered, it’s exceptionally difficult to label practicing Muslims as anything but “extremists”, given their acceptance of the overabundance of extreme views that are found within Islamic doctrine, and their reluctance to distance themselves from these principles.

Looking at it from an honest perspective, the methodology that has been highlighted in this essay is the only sensible way to ascertain whether practicing Muslims are extremists or moderates, and the methodology of this essay is the only truly objective way to make sense of Islam and practicing Muslims.

The conclusion is that practicing Muslims cannot possibly be classified as anything but extremists, given the religious and political views that they espouse. It may not be what people wish to hear, but it is a conclusion that has been reached by employing a rational and honest method, and from now on the conclusion should be treated as fact.

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Thursday, October 29, 2015

Zimbabwe on the Rhine


Also published at Gates of Vienna


One of the first things that comes to mind when observing current events in Europe today — and especially since Angela Merkel and the rest of the top echelon of the EU decided to go all out and demolish the already leaking floodgates that were originally put in place to keep Europe safe from aggressive third world Lebensraum jihad — is this: how far is a leader allowed to go in destroying his or her country before someone finally steps in and says “Enough is enough”? Are there any limits as to what they can and cannot do?
Judging by the mass insanity that seems to have gripped the continent and the daily destruction and irreparable damage caused to nations and societies that date back several thousands years the answer has to be a resounding NO! There are no limits, only the leader’s imagination or the lack thereof determines the degree of destruction and treason that he or she is allowed to inflict upon their nations.

Because we have to be honest and call things by their proper names, and what is going on in Europe at the moment can only be referred to as cold hard treason. There is no other way to describe it and still expect to be taken seriously by any rational individual. If you do a quick Google search of the “The legal definition of treason” you get this:
“The betrayal of one’s own country by waging war against it or by consciously or purposely acting to aid its enemies”.

As the above example shows, the term “treason” isn’t difficult to explain, nor is it hard to put into words. One doesn’t have to be a lawyer or well-versed in the legal jargon of the judicial system to understand its significance. It is very straightforward, and it can be condensed down into a sentence of merely twenty-one words, which of course means that no individual can justify their treason by maintaining that they didn’t fully comprehend the legal definition of their crime.
Any action that is carried out purposely and which will cause damage to or severely weaken a nation’s ability to maintain its national security must be considered treasonous, that is if it is carried out and condoned by one of its own citizens. The motivation behind the actions that leads to such an outcome is completely irrelevant. It doesn’t matter whether it was done for humanitarian purposes, whether it was done in the belief that it would somehow benefit the nation in the long run or whether it was simply done out of sheer incompetence and ignorance. The only thing that matters is the end result. The only thing that matters is the treason itself.

It’s hard not to draw parallels between the current situation in Europe and what has happened to Zimbabwe under the leadership of African dictator Robert Mugabe. When Mr. Mugabe assumed office in the late 1970s the African nation was one of the wealthiest country on the continent. Now, more than thirty-five years later, it is one of the poorest. Zimbabwe has been on a steady decline towards rock bottom, due to political incompetence, sheer stupidity and an insatiable hatred of traditional Western values. One can of course describe Zimbabwe’s transformation by slightly tweaking Norwegian anthropologist Thomas Hylland Erikson’s infamous quote about white majority nations in Europe:
“Zimbabwe has successfully deconstructed its white majority business sector, and done it so properly that it can never be called a majority again.”

No one can accuse Mugabe of not having deconstructed Zimbabwe and not having done so in a spectacular fashion. The only problem is that it plunged the country into hyperinflation and severe poverty in the process. The changes took place according to the book, and probably according to Mugabe’s own wishes, but the policies were a complete failure which is often the case with radical political visions proposed by politicians who have big egos but very little common sense.
Angela Merkel and her cronies in the EU are European versions of Robert Mugabe, and just like the African dictator they have nothing but contempt for democratic principles and people who oppose their insane visions for the future. They are dangerous people with big egos who despise their cultural heritage. They have a treasure chest filled to the brim with bad political ideas just waiting to be implemented, and when they are, they will cause tremendous and irreparable damage for their fellow citizens. Robert Mugabe gained notoriety for evicting white farmers from their land and by allowing poor uneducated Africans to move in and take their place. Merkel and several other leaders in the EU are following his example by incentivising private landlords to evict their less affluent compatriots from their rented accommodations to free up housing for newly arrived “refugees” that Merkel so arrogantly, and without any legal backing, took it upon herself to invite to Europe.

And it didn’t take long for the disastrous effects of this megalomania to manifest itself. Prosperous nations such as Sweden, Germany and Austria are already starting to see signs of rapid deterioration due to the stress associated with allowing thousands of “refugees” to pour in across its borders every single day.
Private businesses such as hotels and boarding schools, to name just two, have been converted into reception centres for “asylum seekers”. Local councils are pushed to their limits with unrealistic “refugee” quotas that they cannot possibly cope with, set by authorities who have shown absolutely no inclination whatsoever to impose effective measures that will stem the flow of human beings who will end up as permanent strains on future public budgets. Cosy little towns and cities that are heavily dependent on tourism are inundated with aggressive young males from the Third World, especially the Middle East, ensuring that businesses that rely on tourism will take serious financial hits, which again will substantially affect the local economies of these communities. Crime will increase and the local residents will start to get despondent and look for greener pastures elsewhere, as was the case with the people of European extraction in Zimbabwe when things began to go belly up in that country.

And just like Mugabe, Merkel and her cronies are contemplating introducing even more stringent restrictions on those who disagree with them. Politicians in Germany are advocating using legal action to hurt organizations who oppose Islam, private companies have stated that they will start firing anyone who might be tempted to voice unfavourable comments about the policies of Merkel and Company, and state-subsidized left-wing newspapers are ready to finish the job of kicking the living crap out of anyone with “deviant political views”, people who in many cases are already lying on the ground after having being verbally roughed up by the politically correct goons of the Left. Bad policies are not allowed to be questioned or ridiculed, and those who transgress will have to face the music.
And all of this is happening while Europe is slowly being transformed into a European version of Zimbabwe. A continent of white banana republics where successful institutions are being demolished at breakneck speed to facilitate the visions of the mentally disturbed multiculturalist elites who show no regard for the damage that their project will cause to millions of Europeans and their descendants. And hardly anyone in power is taking a step forward and saying, hey this is insanity and it has to stop. No one is standing up and calling it for what it is, namely the greatest act of treason that Europe has seen in modern times.

How far is a leader allowed to go in destroying his or her country before someone finally steps in and says “Enough is enough”?
Well, in modern-day Western societies, leaders can do pretty much whatever they like. They can jeopardize national security, remove national borders, give shelter to terrorists and give tax dollars to foreign born welfare scroungers. They can go against the wishes of the people and imprison political dissidents. They can destroy their own nations and turn them into unrecognizable ruins of what were once great societies.

They can do all this because today traitors are not imprisoned and dealt with accordingly. Today traitors are at the head of the tables in the halls and corridors of power and political influence. Today the traitors are calling the shots. Today the traitor has taken the place of the patriot. Today the patriot is imprisoned and the traitor is lauded.

 

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

The Swedish media and the “New Swedes”


Also published at Gates of Vienna

The humanistic Übermenschen (journalists and politicians) who are working tirelessly on transforming Sweden into Western Europe’s first failed state must have been in a state of absolute panic when the first reports about the deranged Trollhättan school killer started trickling into the politically correct Swedish newsrooms recently. No doubt they hoped with all their hearts that the sword wielding maniac who had donned the intergalactic version of the Burqa, a sinister looking black Darth Vader outfit, before going on a mad killing spree at a local school wasn’t a “new Swede”, and in particular not one who was in any way shape or form affiliated with a certain “religion that only wants to bring peace and harmony to the world”.

Maybe the Übermenschen of Sweden even went over possible angles and ways to describe the incident while it was still being played out. In their minds, that would at least lessen the significance of the perpetrator’s ethnicity, send out a crystal-clear message to any Swedes who might be tempted to make an issue out of the killer’s cultural background, and last but not least severely tone down or completely ignore the killer’s motivations should it turn out that he didn’t have Klingon as a native tongue, but rather spoke an archaic desert language and followed an earthly religion that condones stoning of women, killing of apostates and the severing of limbs, just to name a few juicy details.

Trollhättan is a small town situated on the western coast, not far away from Sweden’s second city Gothenburg, which has the dubious honour of having sent more fighters to ISIS that any other region of Sweden. Thus the Übermenschen who secretly feared that it could be the work of a “New Swede” were certainly not unjustified in suspecting that it could have something to do with ISIS and that it was perhaps just a case of the “war being brought back home to Sweden”. After all, it was only a couple of weeks ago that hard-core Muslims in Gothenburg showed their brazenness and demanded that Christian Assyrians in the city convert or die. The Arabic letter for Christian was even painted on the wall of a restaurant owned by an Assyrian Christian family, so one can understand the Übermenschen’s fears in that regard.

It must then have been very satisfying for them to learn that their suspicions had been completely unfounded and that the mental duress that they had had to go through was in vain. The sudden explosion of endorphins and other happy chemicals must have resulted in lots of mental “high-fives” and heartfelt sighs of relief when the identity of the killer was finally announced, and it turned out that he was a white ethnic Swede. And not only that, the killer was also an evil racist who had clicked on like buttons of video clips praising Adolf Hitler on YouTube just as assiduously as they themselves click on the delete button in the editor’s window of the readers’ comments section of their politically correct newspapers.

Nor could they believe their luck when it turned out that the killer was a big fan of the Sweden Democrats, which meant that their prayers had finally been heard and that they at last had been given what they had been waiting for for so long, namely Sweden’s own version of Anders Behring Breivik. This one-in-a-million type of event is the equivalent of being dealt a Royal Flush in poker — it’s a hand so potent that it is capable of silencing any rational and lucid argument that would otherwise have to be countered with an unconvincing and feeble accusation of xenophobia, Islamophobia or racism. Now all the Übermenschen of Sweden have to do is to utter the word Anton Lundin Petterson a few times and people will soon get the drift and think twice before they voice an alternative opinion.

This latest incident is worth as much to a Swedish multiculturalist as 100 dead kids at a school campus in the US are worth to hard-core anti-gun campaigners, or a couple of dead black criminals are to the “black lives matter” campaign. The method is the same, the hatred is the same and the dishonesty is the same. The only difference is the agenda, and in Sweden the agenda is to silence any criticism of the new multicultural Sweden.

This is of course something that the Übermenschen of Sweden realized immediately when they heard the Swedish-sounding name of the perpetrator for the first time, which must have been sweet music to their ears. It meant they could throw away the self-imposed ideological restraints that they normally rely upon to present a watered-down version of what passes for news in Sweden these days, and put a hard-hitting pro-multicultural spin on the story. It must have been a very welcome and an unexpected treat for them, considering that they live in a country where they have to work exceptionally hard to suppress the negative consequences of the policies that they themselves defend so vociferously.

To the multiculturalist there are only two types of crime being perpetrated in Sweden: (1) The crimes that affect the indigenous population, which are simply swept under the rug and where the perpetrators on occasions are given fake Swedish names to obscure their immigrant backgrounds; and (2) the type that affects the newcomers, and which must be presented with indignant fat bold headlines on the front pages of every single national newspaper. And that is why the MSM in Sweden had a collective ideological orgasm when they covered the Trollhättan case. It is the reason why they wrote extensively about the perpetrator’s political views, his ethnicity, his hatred of immigrants, his disdain of the established political parties, and his love of Hitler and the Sweden Democrats. It is why they warn of the perils of allowing the racists, Islamophobes and all the other haters of the hard right to be a part of civilized public discourse in Sweden. No stone was left unturned and no fact was deemed too insignificant for the MSM. Anything that was considered to be beneficial in combatting “xenophobia” was put on the table and considered fair game.

Compare that to another incident of senseless knife violence that took place in August when a failed asylum seeker went “Swede-hunting” at a local Ikea store and managed to kill a middle-aged mother and her son with a kitchen knife, nearly succeeding in decapitating the poor woman before he was finally subdued. In that case the media showed “great restraint” and did not brand it as a racist crime, despite the fact that the asylum seeker had hinted beforehand that he was looking for Swedes to unleash his anger upon. In fact, the media didn’t focus too much on the perpetrator’s political motives, other than pointing out that he was unhappy with his asylum application. They focused even less on his ethnicity and they certainly did not deem it necessary to encourage the immigrant community in Sweden to combat Swede-o-phobia, which is clearly widespread in certain circles. Nor did the media encourage the immigrant community to take a long hard look at itself and suggest that they should feel ashamed about how evil they are, despise their racist cultural “baggage” and embrace traditional Swedishness.

The two cases are almost identical, but the only one that ordinary Swedes are allowed to feel angry about is the one involving the white Swedish killer. It is sad, it is highly dishonest, and it really tells you all you need to know about the MSM in Sweden.

Lastly, it’s also worth pointing out the shocking double standards of the Swedish authorities when it comes to dealing with similar incidents perpetrated by Swedish citizens abroad. Given the two incidents mentioned above and the way the authorities dealt with them at the time, which is of course what you would expect of a First-World nation, it’s rather peculiar that they don’t crack down on returning ISIS fighters, many of whom have committed horrendous crimes that make the two aforementioned cases pale in comparison. The consequence of the current Swedish practice in this regard is that both perpetrators, the IKEA killer and the Trollhättan killer would have been able to return to Sweden without fear of being prosecuted had they carried out their atrocities in Syria or some other Islamic hellhole, and provided that they had taken the proper measures to disguise their true identities.

Known Swedish ISIS fighters can today freely return to Sweden from Syria without fear of being arrested and prosecuted for their crimes. A few of them have even returned to Sweden for free hospital treatment after being injured on the battlefield. But don’t worry; you’re not going to read any outraged articles about it penned by the people who vented their anger on Swedish society by pushing the Trollhättan killer in front of them. They are only interested in exposing “Swedish” racism, not in “stigmatizing” “peaceful” Muslims.