Do the British lads on illegal migrant patrol see the full reality and extent of the spiritual battle the West is facing, and how much is riding on their commitment to the fight?
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The British media got a bit excited the other day when a bunch of balaclava-ed lads descended on Dover, and then Portsmouth, to ‘greet’ the invading illegals.
A new kind of far right. Scary, huh? Obviously, The Guardian thinks so. They would, wouldn’t they?
Scary? No. Not really. What is scary is that the kings and popes of today welcome Muslim invasions, rather than commissioning temporal powers to repel them. As kings and popes did, back in the day. It is a matter of great irony that now, the appointed defenders of Christendom are barracking for the enemy. Don’t they see that the foreign invasion of killers and rapists and their own fellow travellers is an unjust war?
The resistance by the lads is a just and righteously angry response. Peaceful at that. And proportional. And necessary, given the craven non-responses of the powers-that-be. Someone has to defend the place, ffs.
The Templars and the Hospitallers are making a comeback, as Winston Marshall and Raymond Ibrahim recently discussed.
It is a valuable history lesson, right there. With relevance for today.
The slippery used car salesman of UK politics, Nigel Farage, called the protests down on the south coast “disgusting”. I am failing to see it. Farage, becalmed in the mid-twenties in the UK polls, personally facing a family push against his continued career and a possible exit from politics, and ever-present attacks from his opponents to the left and right, is clinging to the view that the Brit patriots can vote their way out of the worsening malaise. Not for him any direct action, especially if it is in any way linked to Tommy Robinson. Farage looks and sounds like a creature of the establishment, even as he clings to his narrative that he is agin the establishment.
The lads’ actions, given extra bite due to their arresting attire and sensible precautions against the facial recognition focused surveillance state, have drawn fresh attention to some uncomfortable truths about the British political class’s complicit role in the invasion. They pay billions to the French to ‘stop the boats’, the same French who then provide assisted passage to the people smugglers across the Channel. The Brits then escort them in to safe harbour. Followed by the buses lined up on the shorelines to escort them to their new homes, in plush hotels with all the trimmings. The NGOs chime in, with free merch upon arrival and advice on how to fleece the British taxpayer.
You couldn’t make this shit up. The Crusaders would be aghast. And they would be right.
It is good to see that the great Mel Gibson, an Australian colossus, is producing a television series on the Siege of Malta (1565) and the battle there against the forever-colonialist Muslims.
His other great current film project is getting most of the headlines, of course. And, naturally, his Malta project will get a bad press from the usual suspects.
Muscular Christianity is not fashionable in these pro-immigration times. When we redefine invaders as harmless refugees. And see the catastrophic outcomes in real time. The feminisation of British Christianity has wrought great costs and has a lot for which to answer.
How in God’s name would Richard the Lionheart have processed the woke revolution of vapid modernity?
I am not sure that the British lads on patrol see the full reality and the extent of the spiritual battle the West is facing. They seem to be simply concerned about prosaic issues like the safety of their wives and children. A reasonable response, to be sure, given the threats abroad. Rape gangs, for example. Stabbings. Murders. Sharia law. Parallel societies. Non-integration. Attacks on Jewish communities. The takeover of small English villages, like Piddington.
Enough to be going on with.
Yet, judging by some of the Hospitaller and Templar tattoos adorning the chests of the British lads, they perhaps are getting it. And stepping up to the plate, when everyone else is either cheering the invasion on, or is sufficiently confused or disabled to be able clearly to process the disaster and react accordingly.
Via the ballot box AND the streets.
The Battle of Lepanto in 1571 was a watershed moment. When those with the will and the spine and the understanding of the threats they faced stood up and fought back. And won.
Does the twenty-first century young lad class have the hinterland and the gall to maintain the fight they seem to have started? Given the stasis and worse of the political class we have inherited, a lot is riding on their commitment to the fight.
Paul Collits is a freelance writer, independent scholar and regular contributor to Quadrant Online. He writes the PCPS Paul Collits Political Science Substack, where this post first appeared. It is being republished with kind permission.
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