Migrant Rape Wave Sweeps Europe: Where are the Men?
I’m going to say something that’s likely going to offend a great many. Watching the rise of Islamic incursion against western society and specifically the sexual violence against women that’s being seen in Europe and elsewhere at the hands of muslim immigrants, I place blame more than partially on liberal feminism and the societal destruction of the strong, protective male presence in western culture. We are reaping the whirlwind of the war on authentic masculinity.
You have denuded, castrated, mollified and diluted the masculine ideal into a manageable genotype that is no longer either biologically equipped nor sociologically inclined to offer the protection necessary to stand forcefully against sexual crime against the women of Western Europe and against the immigration policies and political pandering that will soon bring that same scourge to American soil.
Can you imagine the outrage of our grandfathers and great grandfathers if this wave of sexual degradation against women were being perpetrated 60 or 70 years ago? It wouldn’t have lasted a day.
We fought at least one world war to put an end to similar atrocity. Crime in the streets with gangs of muslim males prowling for female victims would once have been dealt with swiftly and severely.
Is it any wonder why these people abhor and despise our weakened western culture, even as the soft and pliant men of a declining West stand silently by watching our women being gang raped and partaken of in broad daylight and by cover of night? Where are the fathers and brothers? Boyfriends and husbands? Concerned neighbors willing to stand forcefully against those who would violate our sisters, mothers, wives, cousins and friends?
Our women are literally hungering and dying to see this kind of fortitude and commitment to their honor and safety. I don’t care if it was 50 to 1, I’d like to believe I would not hesitate to make it a very bloody and costly day for at least a few of the animals that are inflicting themselves on the helpless flesh of the women in Sweden, Norway, Germany, Belgium and very likely and very soon, here in the United States.
The thought of what is happening to innocent people walking the streets in those lands and in Syria, Iraq and Iran makes my blood curdle in my veins and my mind fill with desperate rage.
We are ripe for the picking.
May God awaken us from our slumber and make us and keep us free men, worthy of the legacy of our forebears and the sacrifice that gave us the free air of liberty that is being stolen from our satchels. The silence of Adam betrays us all. Maybe this new generation of androgynously confused squishy milquetoasts will surprise me by rising together in a fit of righteous indignation and throwing their X-boxes and high heels at the perpetrators.
But I doubt it. Wouldn’t want to break a nail. Or upset mama.
Prove me wrong.