London is facing a new “Blitz.” England is under attack. As is the West in general.
Yet every attack somehow brings more shock, surprise and dismay. Madrid, Paris, Brussels, Orlando, London, San Bernardino, Paris again, Manchester, London again, the list goes on and on and on, growing ever longer and grislier by the month and week, if not day.
Each time we are stunned. Each time there are murmurs of resolve. And shortly after every attack we forget about the last one, and go about living our lives as if these were normal times. As if these heinous atrocities were somehow out of our control, inevitable. As if nothing can be done. This defeatist attitude makes the terrorist attacks even more tragic. And likely. Every time a politician says something to the effect of, “Well, we’re just going to have to live with this, it’s the new normal,” they seal the fate of countless others. Every time a politically-correct cyborg hears of a new attack and says, “This is a tragedy, but we have to make absolutely certain we don’t have an anti-Muslim backlash as a result,” they seal the fate of countless others.
There was a time, not so long ago, when the West had character, integrity, and resolve. After Pearl Harbor was attacked, FDR said, “always will our whole nation remember the character of the onslaught against us,” and that “the American people, in their righteous might, will win through to absolute victory.” The President averred, “I assert that we will not only defend ourselves to the uttermost but will make it very certain that this form of treachery shall never again endanger us,” while soberly stating, “There is no blinking at the fact that our people, our territory and our interests are in grave danger.” He added, “…with the unbounding determination of our people, we will gain the inevitable triumph. So help us God.”
Winston Churchill, leading his beloved England-alone- against almost insurmountable odds at the direst of moments in World War II roared, “…we shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender!”
I well understand that fighting terrorism presents different challenges, but the key is to fight. Where did that spirit, that backbone, that moral outrage go?
To ease, to sloth, to “moral equivalency.” To hyper-tolerance that is mandated and enforced by a monolithic left absolutely intolerant of dissent or standards.
I beg of you all, in England, in France, in America…stop pondering the “horrors” of “climate change” for a moment and look at the bloody street nearby, or the bloody images on your television screen or mobile device, and think of how the lives of all those killed, maimed and mentally-scarred have been unalterably changed by repeated acts of Islamic Terror. Not in 2100. Today, yesterday, last week, last month, last year.
Let us all here highly resolve that these lives have not been lost in vain.
This does not necessarily have to be our “finest hour,” but, if the western democracies are to survive long-term, we damn sure can’t let it be our worst one.
England: a few lines from “Fool’s Overture” by the rock group Supertramp are applicable here:
Called the man a fool, stripped him of his pride
Everyone was laughing up until the day he died
And though the wound went deep
Still he’s calling us out of our sleep
My friends, we’re not alone
He waits in silence to lead us all home