Trump's January Comments About Brussels, a Portent of This Week's Mayhem


By WILLIAM MAYER

March 25, 2016 - San Francisco, CA - PipeLineNews.org - Just a few days ago two ISIS inspired jihadist bombings in Brussels, Belgium left 31 dead and over 200 wounded, some with horrific injuries.

Presciently in January of this year, GOP hopeful Donald Trump observed the rapidly deteriorating state of security in the ancient city brought about by the Muslim hijra - a well-planned and deliberate effort to conquer Europe via Islamic colonization.

The Continent's governments, locked into the straight-jacket ideology of multiculturalism, a byproduct of the theory of Marxist deconstruction, consequently have found themselves helpless in the face of an ideology which impairs their vision and places absurd limits on the dimensions of potentially prescriptive actions.

In the parlance of the modern left, self-defense is synonymous with bigotry.

The Euro's unwillingness to defend the culture, is being mirrored - thankfully to a lesser extent - in the United States. But make no mistake about the matter, most Western governments [notably excepting some in Eastern Europe such as Czechoslovakia] are so inebriated with the Sirens' Song of Marxism that when the seemingly inevitable civil warfare breaks out, it will be the Muslim colonizers who will be protected from the fury of the native born, acculturated Europeans.

This state of affairs is so completely unprecedented and out of control - with the governments of the Reformation well on their way to martial law warfare against their own citizens - that it reminds this author, at least, of the hallucinogenic lyrics of a 1967 song by the British super-group Cream [Disraeli Gears, Tales of Brave Ulysses - lyric ©1967 Martin Ritchie Sharp] which connotes some of the madness now afoot in the Western world:



 

"...And the colours of the sea bind your eyes with trembling mermaids,

And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses,

How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing,

For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips.

And you see a girl's brown body dancing through the turquoise,

And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea.

And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body,

Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind."


 

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