Of Francesco Lamendola

Source: New Italy Academy
The enemy has arrived: we knew it was coming, sooner or later; o, at least, all the generations that preceded us knew it: only ours seems to have forgotten a very simple truth: that those who do not love themselves and are not willing to fight to defend what they are and what they possess, or at least what he received as an inheritance from his fathers, summons the forces that will sweep him away: and so she allowed herself to be completely surprised. The guards were asleep; some have opened the doors to the invader: partly because they mistook him for a friend, partly because they had already decided to betray the city and abandon it into the hands of the first comer, such is the hatred that they have allowed to grow in their hearts towards the one who was the mother of all, and that, for better or for worse, it made us what we are now, while without her we would now be nothing, numbers, livestock. These, these traitors, they don't really love the enemy, how much they detest their fellow citizens and everything that their civilization represents: just to see one destroyed and the other razed to the ground, they would have been quick to throw open the doors to anyone, even to the most barbaric and cruel occupant.
To properly prepare the soil, this race of traitors has sown, for years, for decades, the poison of a false philanthropism and an even more false humanitarianism; so much so that by dint of beating and replying, one lie after another, one year after another, gradually conquering the entire information establishment, the scholastic one and the pseudo cultural one, we have reached the point of having contracted the deadly disease of self-racism: reverse racism, that we turn against ourselves. In any dispute or in any situation involving Italians or Catholics, with foreigners and non-Catholics (Lutherans, Jews, Islamic, ecc.), we start from the a priori assumption that the reasons of the former must be worth less than those of the latter; that the wrongs, damages and mockery suffered by the former are imaginary, o, at most, decidedly negligible, while those suffering from the latter are forms of oppression, of injustice, of real evil with a racist background; than the Italians, especially if Catholic, they will never have apologized sufficiently for all the unspeakable sins and real crimes they have inflicted, in their inexcusable arrogance and their spirit of prevarication, to the universe world: and that, therefore, they must fall to their knees, with his head sprinkled with ashes, and humbly ask the Jews for forgiveness for the Shoah, to the Muslims for the "massacres of the sea", which, notoriously, It's their fault (e, before that, for the atrocities of our colonialism, not to mention economic and financial neocolonialism; e, even further back, of the Crusades), to the Protestants for the night of Saint Bartholomew and for the sacred slaughter of Valtellina, but also for Luther's excommunication and for the lack of mercy shown by the fathers of the Council of Trent, obviously without forgetting the victims of the Inquisition. The Church, on your part, he must apologize for the pedophile priests, for traditionalist bishops, for the missionaries who did violence to indigenous cultures, as well as for the infamous Lateran Pacts with the sinister dictator Benito Mussolini, and also for the military chaplains who had the audacity to bless the flags (perhaps with the exception of those who sided with the partisans and stained their hands with the blood of their brothers in the civil war, but it was so much fascist blood; and certainly not for those who committed the extreme infamy of remaining faithful to the Social Republic, terrible subjects who, alone, they are enough and more than enough to throw immense layers of mud on the honorability of the Church itself, forever and ever).
To make amends for all this, now the Italians are exhorted, excited, seized and seized to provide all the possible welcome and assistance to overwhelming hordes of Africans and Asians, almost all of them are Islamic, more or less fanatically professed; and are ordered not to say a word, not to complain, not to protest in front of anyone obscene, even if it was a house robbery, the beatings of old parents and the rape of their own daughters, under pain of being blamed and called racists and bad Christians. They have to throw open their homes, surrender sovereignty over neighborhoods,
on railway stations, hand them over to African drug dealers and prostitutes, they must let them enter the churches, if necessary, even let them sleep, prepare lunch for them in the basilicas, invite them to Holy Mass, especially in the aftermath of the slaughter of Catholic priests, while sacrilegious acts against crucifixes and other religious symbols are very frequent; they must remove the Christian symbols from the chapels and replace them with Islamic ones, starting with the Koran and the prayer rug; they must set up nativity scenes populated by Islamic shepherds, and with the muezzin's singing in the background; they must wear the kippah, kiss the Koran, reevaluate the 95 Luther's theses and take example, in that, by the false Pope Bergoglio and his false bishops and cardinals.
In short, Italians must do for these so-called refugees, and royal invaders, everything they didn't even dream of doing when the refugees were their brothers from Venezia Giulia, fleeing from the horrors of the foibe, implemented by the Yugoslav communist beasts, with the complicity of comrade Togliatti and the other leaders of the local left. So those poor things, 350.000 people about, they were greeted with spitting and insults, o, at best, with poorly concealed contempt or sovereign indifference. Other than opening churches and private homes to them, other than putting them up in a hotel: wooden shacks with no heating and a bowl of bad soup a day, a little straw for a bed, on the ground, like beasts, and nothing else: almost as if they were lepers, or worse, almost as if they were dangerous criminals. And they had right away, they do, a few steps away from other Italians, an unspeakable ordeal, for the one and only fault of being Italian: they didn't pretend to be persecuted for being homosexual, or for other similar reasons; and they were not asking for shelter to commit crimes, but to start a new life and try to leave behind the atrocities they have suffered or seen perpetrated against their relatives. But then the priests left, muti; progressive intellectuals, dumber than them; the left-wing parties, Instead, they called them Julian bandits, making fun of the play on words with the Sicilian bandit Salvatore Giuliano: and they were old, terrified women and children, not bold young men full of hormones, like these Nigerians and Ghanaians and Senegalese who land on our coasts with the air of conquerors, and after twenty-four hours they are already starting to stage protests and demonstrations because the reception does not live up to their expectations, and after forty-eight hours they begin to swarm into the cities, to deal drugs, commit crimes and besiege honest citizens. And if anyone asks why Italians are required to receive such wholesale reception, because they have the duty to bend over backwards and shoulder any inconvenience for those people, who raids our country illegally, and who expects to stay there regardless of the outcome with the requests for refugees, they don't even get a response, but only looks full of amazement, grimaces of contempt, lips pursed in the mimicry of someone who feels disgusted in the face of such insensitivity, to such blatant selfishness and such a heart of stone.
The facts of Macerata, in these last days, have provided proven proof of this paradoxical situation, absurd, unlikely: of this reverse racism, of this self-racism of Italians against themselves. Tears and indignant sentences against the perpetrator of the shooting, appalling execration (for the umpteenth time) of fascism returning: writers like Saviano and monsignors like Galantino who raise the specters of the past and tear their clothes in the face of such wickedness; and ministers of the Republic who go to visit foreign victims, demonstrating solidarity, condolences, dismay, shame and promises of exemplary punishments. For the poor girl's mother, whose body was found in pieces inside two suitcases, no one bothered, no one was outraged, no one cried: after all, she was a junkie, a skid. And then it was white: you want to put! For his family, no minister bothered, no intellectual had any words of solidarity, no progressive politician found anything to say, or a flower to send: Nothing, total silence. You have to understand them, poor things, with all the work they have: stand behind the victims of racism, promote the law on ius soli, demand further rights for discriminated against gays, e, naturally, by left-wing priests, church wedding for lesbians and sodomites: these are their priorities, which keep them busy at all hours. You have to understand them, On the contrary, we must thank them: they are working hard to transform Italy into a better country, more modern, more welcoming, more civilized. The civilization of a country is judged by how minorities exercise the dictatorship of resentment, of blackmail and a sense of guilt on the majority: and Italy is now in good shape
position. But it's not good enough, and so, as Mrs. Bonino says, there needs to be more Europe, because only then will the rights of minorities be truly respected.
And here is the current situation: the enemy has arrived, and we're letting him in. A couple of generations time, and the Italians will no longer be there, Italy will no longer exist, its thousand-year-old civilization will be a thing of the past: there will be mosques, Muslims praying towards Mecca, women with veils, and the muezzin's chant over the minarets; then our Boldrini ladies and our Paglia monsignors will finally be happy, they will have achieved the goal of their dreams. Too bad they won't be there: their children and grandchildren will be there: and the consequences of the invasion and replacement of peoples, the conquered and the conqueror, they won't get it, but the innocent generations will live them: those whose fate has been mortgaged by our dear progressives, philanthropists and do-gooders (with foreigners), and who are already forced to go abroad to find a profession worthy of their studies. Our young people are leaving, so that an octogenarian like Berlusconi can stay and decide the fate of the country again (selling off the interest early, national to the strong powers of the European Union, the same as in 2011 they organized his downfall); and meanwhile fewer and fewer children are being born, on the other hand, abortions number in the tens of thousands and the purchase of dogs and cats to keep company with young couples eager to see a bit of exercise around them is visibly increasing, but without too much commitment and without terrifying sacrifices, like getting up at night to change the baby's diaper. Unions and so-called homosexual marriages are also increasing, and also requests for child adoptions by this type of couples, proof of the fact that love knows no obstacles and that rainbow families will end up driving even the most retrograde minds to the right belief that it's time to put an end to this incivility of the traditional family, made up of a man and a woman: what are these obscurantisms?, these absurd preventions?
Someone must have been scandalized, from the beginning of this reflection, because we used the word enemy. We did it with good reason, and not due to a polemical impulse or some emotional shock. It would be nice if there were only friends in the world; but it's not like that, there are also enemies, and ignore it or pretend not to know it, It's worse than unconsciousness, it's a crime, because it exposes everyone to danger. We don't mean that the so-called migrants, as individual people, they are enemies: but they are as a whole, and even beyond their intentions, because their invasion, disguised as a humanitarian emergency, it was planned from above, by hidden powers that use them and send them into disarray, only to then place the sense of guilt on our shoulders if a boat full of poor people sinks, as if the responsibility were ours. But those occult powers need the "massacres of the sea", precisely to weaken and nullify all our unrealistic defenses, making us feel selfish and bad. And we don't mean that individual Lutherans, as people, they are enemies, but that their doctrine is the enemy of ours, because it is its diabolical counterfeit, and therefore if we protest, we destroy our Catholic faith and remain orphans of God: Why, unlike what the false pope says, for a Catholic it is not at all true that each religion is equivalent, there is a big difference between having faith in the true God and worshiping, Instead, the false and lying gods, as Dante called them. And so on. These "different" are not enemies, in general, on an intentional level (apart from Islamic terrorists, which I am, yes; even if the false pope doesn't even want them to be called that); but they become so, by the very force of things, let's even talk about numbers, if we hand over our country to them and if we make their faith and their culture our own, that don't belong to us at all. We have every right to remain who we are: Italians of Catholic tradition; there is nothing wrong with this, nothing bad; It is bishops like Perego who are wrong, who allows himself to say that our future is cross-breeding. They, by bishops, they have no right to say such things; nor the priests, as such, they have no right to demand that we collaborate in the suicide of our identity and our civilization. It does not fall within the precepts of the Gospel, it is not one of the Ten Commandments: And, semmai, the new gospel of the new church: gnostic, masonic, relativistic. It's time to become adults, let go of do-gooder fantasies and understand that life is a struggle that gives no concessions to cowards and imbeciles. And that the worst enemy is within us: and it is the angry hatred we have for ourselves…