Bullets and bombs are merely war’s last recourse. The actual front of most conflicts occurs in the vacuum between men’s ears. One gains a deep appreciation of this fact when watching the rapid social effects that result from orchestrated media onslaughts. The images and narratives carpet bombed daily into mentally defenseless targets demonstrate the undeniable power of air superiority.
And when spiritual fortifications have been flattened, antagonists put boots on the ground. That’s what’s happening now in unmoated areas of the West. But eventually even the dullest cucks begin to understand that virtue signaling on migration is subject to the law of diminishing returns. Conspicuously accommodating 100 brown people is a boast, while 100 million is a eulogy. And most prefer their praise served warm.
So what we are seeing presently in Europe is a people slowly realizing their moral vainglory is best taken in moderation. Unfortunately for them, that doesn’t much address the designs of a billion or so global refugees fleeing the war in Syria. You don’t simply lock the door after other people have decided they want in.
For once a large enough number of outsiders determine your house is precisely what they want, seeking your permission loses much of its appeal. That’s when fences start falling, tear gas starts wafting, and it dimly begins to dawn that invasion doesn’t require the Red Army.
At least 260 people needed medical attention yesterday after police fired tear gas at migrants as they tried to break through the Greek-Macedonia border, where over 11,000 people are stranded, a charity said.
Stranded. That’s an interesting use of the term. Upon strolling to my neighbor’s house and finding his front door locked, it has never occurred to me that at that moment I was stranded. In fact, I’ve been able to extricate myself from his porch by turning around and retracing steps back to my own home practically without fail.
It was the latest violence to erupt at the flashpoint Idomeni crossing…
Do you ever notice that whites commit violence, while others innocently suffer its eruption?
…where huge numbers of migrants and refugees – many fleeing conflict in Syria, Iraq and beyond – have been camped out since mid-February after Balkan states closed their borders, cutting off access to northern Europe.
There must be some strain of anthropological inquiry that contemplates how consistently man “cuts off access” to “huge numbers of migrants.” It’s almost as if it’s an evolutionarily adaptive response.
Macedonian police accused the crowds of hurling stones and other objects at them in a bid to break down the fence, saying they had used tear gas to protect themselves.
And obviously you can’t trust the accusations of rock throwing by Macedonian police.
“Two hundred people were treated by our medical unit for breathing problems, 30 for wounds caused by plastic bullets and 30 for other injuries,” Achilleas Tzemos of French medical charity Doctors Without Borders told AFP.
Has Dr. Tzemos ever considered the well-established historical link between storming the border of a sovereign nation and the rapid onset of breathing problems?
…some fainted in the suffocating atmosphere.
Well, there was some fainting in Vienna, Tours, and Lepanto as well.
But would you like to know who else swooned at the news of inconvenienced itinerants?
Giorgos Kyritsis, a spokesman for Greece’s migration coordination agency condemned what he called the dangerous and reprehensible tactic of using plastic bullets, tear gas and stun grenades.
I remember reading a military history book that described the vertical hardening of attitudes as conflict escalates. I can’t say now which world war was discussed, but the impression otherwise was indelible. The author described how at the outset of hostilities every care was taken to avoid loss of civilian life and damage to property. And by the end, corpses were stacked in rubble like the remains of mowed-over ant hills.
This is the equivalent early stage of the war for Europe. History suggests its terminal reports will not be so breathless about breathing problems. Though while we wait for liberalism’s energetic climax, here’s a few photos that will one day be cherished for their comparative tenderness.