Saturday, June 3
And so it begins
Today we awaken to reports of a "home grown" Muslim terrorist cell being broken up in the Greater Toronto area.
The thugs are poised to attack, folks. They are here, now.
What can my fellow conservative Canadian bloggers do?
This is no time to tremble in either fear or rage. Keep blogging. More than ever. Get your facts straight, never lie for a "good" cause -- but keep blogging. Start again if you stopped.
Re-examine the last traces you may have of all the multi-culti "immigration built this country" pieties you were force fed during your long Trudeaupian education, in the schools, the media, in university, at work. All the charming restaurants and colourful ethnic festivals (that "help the economy") and funky world music on earth are not worth the life of one baby mangled in a subway bombing.
Regardless of whether or not immigration built this country, it may now destroy it.
If you persist in believing all your "Heritage Moment" pieties you are a delusional coward. Female fetuses are being selectively aborted, buildings are targeted for destruction, elected officials are harrassed by "refugee rights" activists, innocent bystanders are being shot by gangs because we refuse to acknowledge that all cultures are not created equal and not everyone can be allowed into our country.
(And if you are one of my many American readers: please stop basing your immigration policy on a bad poem engraved on an ugly French statue...)
Liberal guilt and decades of brainwashing has blinded even the best of us. And it will cost you the very culture you so cherish. Dear "socially liberal" conservatives: There will be no "gay marriage" under sharia. All those "cute" exotic cafes will be riddled with bullets. Your daughters will wear burquas. Secular humanism will not save you -- it is in fact the very cause of our problem.
You think being nice will save you. Remember what Perry Smith told the cops: "I thought Mr. Clutter was a very nice gentleman. I thought so right up to the moment I cut his throat."
Some of you figured you'd be dead by the time this Camp of the Saints shit hit the fan. Ooops. That peaceful (not to mention selfish) death you'd secretly wished for ain't gonna happen.
So you may as well get on board, or get out of the way.
For once in your life, get mad about something.











