Freedom on fire

Freedom is no more than a piece of combustible paper: a forbidden book, a speech draft in longhand, a film no longer printed on combustible stock but still setting minds aglow. All tyrannies in recorded history have sought to burn, confiscate and banish that paper or other media that carried the ideas of liberty, and to burn or banish the authors. Nowadays, such tyrannies exist primarily in Dar al Islam and in its lesser franchises of elective dhimmi socialism (abbrev. dhimmisocialism) in Western Europe and Canada and in nascent forms in the United States and Australia.

Paper, of course, has less wholesome uses, such as receptacle for sanctimonious twaddle, self-congratulatory schadenfreude, ignorant grandstanding, and solipsistic verbal onanism.  What used to be called the “great” newspapers (and magazines) of the world all too often misapply precious wood pulp to such ends.  

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Recently, we placed the Healthcare Reform into the pattern of the Barko elite’s war against its own people. On 20 December, one of the barking lunatics in the U.S. Congress, Senator Sheldon Whitehouse (D-R.I.) criticized those who oppose this economic sabotage of their country with these words:

“The birthers, the fanatics, the people running around in right-wing militia and Aryan support groups, it is unbearable to them that President Barack Obama should exist.”

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Yoozio and Goodzio

Yoozio is the phonetic spelling of Józio, one of the diminutives of the Polish name Józef (Joseph). One must have earned a special affection to be promoted from the diminutive “Józek” to “Józio,” just as one does who is promoted from Joe to Joey.

Still in a café at the Market Square in Wrocław, I open my newly purchased books, to take a peak into the mind of a man as great and luminous as his close friend, Karol Wojtyła (aka John Paul II) was. Józef Tischner -- Catholic priest, initial and providential pastor to the Solidarity insurrection, man of the people, highlander fond of his Góral folk culture, mountaineer, nature lover, social drinker, indefatigable teller of risqué jokes, resolutely celibate male whom women found irresistibly attractive, Doctor of Philosophy, friend of the brightest European minds of his generation, Dean of the Papal Academy of Theology and professor at the Jagiellonian University (est. 1364) in Kraków, prolific author – and “Yoozio” to his friends, particularly the shepherds among them.  

But who is Goodzio?

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The Pinocchio regime

The grand Body Snatcher (1) project of erasing race-ethnicity-religion-culture-gender distinctions does not, of course, erase them. It merely, in the manner of a babbling baby, starts calling da-da what was previously doo-doo, as if through this onomatopaeic transfiguration shit could be turned into father.

This would be a joke, were the Snatchers not in control of the West and its destiny.  Because they are, real doo-doo is being packaged as Fatherland’s Wonderful Joy of Diversity, and we eat it. Literally.

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From the International Free Press Society website:

Below is the text of the address that Dutch parliamentarian Geert Wilders was invited to deliver at the House of Lords on Thursday, February 12, 2009. Instead of making this address and showing his film Fitna, he was detained by UK immigration officials on his arrival at London Heathrow airport and sent back to the Netherlands as a risk to “public security.”
 
Ladies and gentlemen, thank you very much.
 
Thank you for inviting me. Thank you Lord Pearson and Lady Cox for showing Fitna [see it here], and for your gracious invitation. While others look away, you seem to understand the true tradition of your country, and a flag that still stands for freedom.

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The sentry’s challenge

Qui vive is the French sentry’s challenge, the equivalent of "Who goes there?" Except, the literal meaning of qui vive conveys the timeless common sense of the French peasant who puts his trust only in blood ties, deeds to land, and in gold coins in a jar under the plum tree. For qui vive means “Who moves there?” but also "Who lives?"

He lives who is on the alert. But we have been dedicated somnambulists for 40 years now.

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