I recall reading once about a Civil War battle in which a massed Southern infantry assault was described. In it, the confederates faced such a dense enfilade of union grapeshot they were said to have marched hunched forward as if walking into a heavy rain. I always remembered that. Not so much for the misery those northern troops secured for both sides’ posterity, but for the image of men stoically bracing to bear what their bodies will not.
It seems likely after today’s attacks in Brussels that Europeans are going to be forced into a similar posture. Walking through their lives as if into a heavy rain. Their liberal countrymen customarily retreating into intellectual temples, where white malfeasance always drives the brown fist, and no dead are mourned as intensely as a phantom backlash. They are now so practiced at preemptive weeping, it’s doubtful any additional tears could be wrung when the real thing arrives.
Though timing is everything when it comes to lashes. And none are less effective than when your country has already been lost. According to its wiki article, over a third of the Belgian capital is now non-European; a figure other sources suggest is actually much higher. At some point the ‘backlash’ will be strictly against the minority indigenous people. Fortunately, like the ones against Christians in Iraq or whites in Haiti, these things don’t last forever.
But in the meantime, stricken Belgians were left to ponder their recourse upon filing from the scene.
The most likely retaliation to this atrocity is the most reliable: a palate-cleansing bombardment of recalcitrant middle eastern sand dunes. How exactly this will chasten the millions of seething muslims in Europe is a question beyond my modest powers of reckoning. Though I imagine if any American readers suffered mortal loss at the hands of a next door mestizo squatter camp, your first natural impulse would be to torch a shanty town in Ixtapa. Our leaders are no different in the throes of their rage.
One way in which that rage will presumptively be sated is by punishing every last snarling itinerant Maghrebi with residence in the country of his choice and a full battery of European welfare benefits. Our vengeance knows no bounds.
So it will proceed. Politicians will betray, predatory opportunists will swamp, innocents will perish, libs will snivel, and normal people will walk grimly as if hunched into a heavy rain. And in the fertile soil of these hardening hearts…a backlash blossoms.