sunset from behind the wire

sunset from behind the wire

Saturday, January 2, 2016

Europe and Islam: Dire Predictions

LT. General Andre Blattmann, Swiss Army 
While Barack can not combine the words Islam and terrorism in the same sentence, the Europeans are concerned about social chaos with the advent of rampant Islamification of some countries in the EU. The Swiss are advising citizens who aren't part of the armed forces to arm themselves.
(LINK) Lieutenant-General André Blattmann has issued a warning to the Swiss people that society is dangerously close to collapse and advised those not already armed as part of the Swiss Army reserve to take steps to arm themselves. Blattmann has been head of the Armed Forces since, 1 March 2009 and his words carry very significant weight in a country in which several Citizens’ Initiative referenda against burqas and mosques have proven enormously popular as concerns grow about immigration and Islamisation. 
In the last two World Wars, the Swiss combination of mountains and armed citizenry preserved the country’s peace and neutrality, but in the coming conflict, Switzerland already has its own massive fifth column.
According to the newspaper Deutsche Wirtschafts Nachrichten:

LTGEN Blattman begins.

“The threat of terror is rising, hybrid wars are being fought around the globe; the economic outlook is gloomy and the resulting migration flows of displaced persons and refugees have assumed unforeseen dimensions.”

Blattmann: “Social unrest can not be ruled out”, the vocabulary in public discourse will “dangerously aggressive.”

“The mixture is increasingly unappetizing” Blattmann sees the basis of Swiss prosperity and society, “has long been once again called into question.”

He recalls the situation around the two world wars in the last century and advises Switzerland, to arm themselves.

The Swiss Armed Forces have in the past held general manouvres in which the starting point was social unrest in neighbouring countries.

They, of course, include France and Austria, both of which face massive problems with immigration, Islamisation and elite repression of popular concern about what is going on. The Lieutenant-General’s warning echoes that of UK Rear Admiral Chris Parry in 2006, when he said that the combination of immigration and Islam would cause “a civilisational collapse on a par with the fall of the Roman Empire”.

At the time, Parry was quizzed by hostile journalists but stuck to his guns, as did the then head of the British Armed Forces, who defended him on the basis that he hadn’t said that it definitely would happen, but was only warning what would happen unless the politicians addressed the problems. Needless to say, they failed to do so, in fact, they actually speeded the whole process up.

Hard Road (part two)

Hard Road (part two)

a fictional short

I woke up to grunting and an unintentional kick to my shin. Jack and Barbie were going at it on the filthy mattress by my feet. Sunlight shown through the apartment's smudged and gritty windows instead of the security lights.

Standing took some effort.

"I-made-coffee, Bill," Bambi said to the beat.

The kitchen had a degree of filth that the living room couldn't approach. I noticed a fresh bottle of Ten High that Jack must have brought home, so I opened it and tasted hair of the dog. "Thanks, Bambi, I'm fine with bourbon." Calling Ten High, bourbon is an affront to liquor distillers, but it's what I had at hand.

Jack finished, rolled to one side and offered, "Wanna poke, doctor?" I declined with a non-verbal shrug and took a long swig of Ten High. "What's with the dead nigger?"

"He broke in last night, burglar."

"You bled him out?"

"I think that I broke your bat."

Jack smiled, "Hit him in the head."

I nodded.

"Didn't do much?" He pronounced his question with satisfaction.

"Nope. But the .45 did him."

"You pull his ID?"

I replied that I hadn't so Jack walked to the corpse and rifled the pockets. "Says here his name Malik Boudreaux of New Orleans. He's a ways from home. We can wrap him in the shower curtain and take him down to the old folks home on Martin Luther King Boulevard. They'll pay fifty dollars and charge the medical school five hundred for the research carcass."

You have to hand it to Jack. He has not only experience with such things, but a hard business acumen to boot. He provided the university medical school and the chiropractic college with a number of cadavers by way of the old folks home.

"You came by to talk?"

I nodded.

"Let's go to the stoop."

Jack wrapped a stiff, stained, mildewed towel around his waist and grabbed a pack of Camels. I followed him out to the porch, overlooking the vacant lot and warehouses beyond. He wiped the dew from his stem and farted. Then he click-clacked an ancient Zippo, fired the coffin nail and said, "What's so urgent?"

"I'm out, Jack. Out for good. No more shooting negro burglars at midnight, no more torturing drug runners, no more midnight surgeries when one of Dixon's thugs has a few bullets in him."

He took a long draw from the Camel, "Dix ain't gonna like that. I can't say that I ever thought you liked the life, but now, with problems we're having with the longshoreman's union, now's not the time to pack up and take off."

"I've cashed out on my school loans, I have money in my pocket. The bookie I owed money to is dead."

Jack interrupted, "He's only dead because Bambi fucked him and you put an icepick through his ear while he was filling her."

"I gave her five grand for her work."

"She still has nightmares."

I found it highly unlikely that Bambi would find the incident to be the grist of nightmares, given her past and present situations.

"I'll do a boob job for her, gratis."

Jack smiled, "She'd like that, Bill. But you don't have to skip town in order to do her that favor."

"I need an office, a sterile environment, instruments, a staff."

"I get your point. What are you going to do about Dixon?"

"Tell the longshoremen where he sleeps at night, collect some traveling money from the stevedores in exchange for the information, and Carrolton, Texas and family practice here I come."

"She has to go all the way to North Texas to get a new rack?"

"I'll push the sizing for your benefit."

I went back into the apartment while Bambi showered, picked up the three expended casings and dug one slug out of Malik's shattered leg.  Jack took down the shower curtain when she'd finished and wrapped the burglar's body in it. We wig-wagged it down the stairs and into the back of Jack's pick-up. He drove to the old folks home and I went back up to pour Clorox on the floor and clean up the blood. I rationalized that it would make the apartment smell a whole lot better.