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A TWOFER FROM DANIEL GREENFIELD: THE PRICE OF A KORAN AND A VIEW FROM THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE

Posted By Ruth King on March 6th, 2012

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Between the modern and the post-modern worlds, peace negotiations took on the fevered air of senseless enthusiasm that was once the sole preserve of wars. Once upon a time it was treasonous to oppose wars, now it is virtually mandatory to do so. Today it is treasonous to oppose peace processes, no matter how ill-founded, how senseless and how pointless they might be. The treason is no longer toward a country, but toward an ideal.

No mythical ideal propounded by the postmoderns is quite as dully stupid and thoroughly delusional as this one. It is progressive in its insistence that we are all alike because we are human and that being the same means that there is no reason for conflict. Its irrational insistence that war is irrational perfectly captures the false reason of progressive paradigms which treat their own philosophical constructs as more real than reality.

We do not stand at the end of history, but we are witness to the end of the West, which remains as deeply in love with the peace process, as the members of the League of Nations, shortly before their pacifism destroyed Europe and plunged the world into the most destructive war in human history which left the winners locked in a struggle that nearly culminated in the end of life on earth.

No pacifist who ever shook his fist at the bomb ever considered the simple fact that the bomb and the Cold War would likely never have even been necessary had the much despised European imperialists done their duty after the previous world war and kept the peace with fleets and armies, rather than with empty speechifying about a new age.

Had Western Europe’s imperialists actually lived up to their name, Germany would have stayed a failed state and Japan would have remained a Pacific ankle-biter. Instead they passed the buck to the League of Nations which passed the buck to Mussolini, Hitler and Tojo. And then the buck was passed to all the men and women who were promised peace in their time and instead got a rifle, a place at the assembly line and a view of the new atomic age.

The enlightened men who were responsible for this disaster briefly stepped off-stage, harrumphed from behind the scenes at what a lunatic that Churchill was, wrote up their sarcastic little ditties about the war and then reemerged afterward to seize the opportunity to reconstruct Europe into the dull clay image of their ambitions, a continent without war. For the most part, excepting tragic devastating conflicts like the Cod War, they got their wish. But they did not seem to understand that Europe was not the world.

Europeans had acted as if their stretch of land was the only part of the world that mattered because they had the power to make it so. Once the industry was fed into the maw of the nanny state and the military buck was passed on to the Yanks, the parts of the world that began mattering were the ones with the most factories and the most guns. For a while that was Russia and the United States. Today it is also China. Tomorrow it may be Turkey. Whoever it will be, the power will be wielded by men who do not think like reasonable top hatted diplomats. Power is wielded by bastards. Not the kind who put up wind farms that don’t work and pocket the profits, but the kind who overrun nations.

Israel has been the bridge of the west to the east, the long curve over the Mediterranean bridging a long history and an ambiguous future. It has also been the constant victim of their peacemongering. No president is satisfied to leave office without a photo of himself smiling down benevolently on a handshake between an Israeli Prime Minister and the smirking leader of a terrorist group. These photo ops have a high cost in blood, not just for Israelis and Arabs, but also Americans.

Clinton’s Rose Garden ceremony wedding Rabin to Arafat ended with unprecedented terrorism inside Israel and the transfer of two generations of Arab children to the educational system of a terrorist group whose only lesson was to teach them to be cannon fodder in its wars. Since that handshake, Israel is far worse off than it was before it embraced the lunatic idealism of the peace mantra. And the United States has footed the bill to train and arm terrorists who have passed on their expertise well beyond Israel’s borders.

But these photos affirm the faith of the faithless in the universality of peace, the goodness of all men and the transitory nature of all conflicts. Once the photos are printed, it’s time for more photos of the conflict which never actually ends, because it cannot end.

To prosperous westerners, whether in New York, Paris or Tel Aviv, war is irrational because it interferes with the things they would rather be doing. People who get their meat from a supermarket and deny the reality of death in the affairs of men think that war is a senseless and squeamish thing. But to the people on the other side, who grow up slitting the throats of goats while knowing that they may one day have to do the same thing to their sisters, war is eminently rational. It isn’t a way of getting what you want– it is a way of getting everything you want.

Postmoderns want to be left in peace to design their perfect utopian state with hot and cold running health care and free bicycles on every block. The premoderns want to take those things, play with them and then set them on fire. The last part is not very rational, but it is very human.

New York City wasn’t attacked on September 11. It was sacked. It is still being sacked in small ways today. Paris gets sacked every time there’s a major or minor riot. Europe is slowly being sacked in every city with a sizable Muslim population. Conquest is not a pretty thing, but it is what pre-moderns do to moderns who forget that power doesn’t come from seminars or iPhones, it comes from the willingness to kill people in order to keep your cities, your seminars and your iPhones.

Modern life requires a wealth of compromises. Pre-modern life requires far fewer of them. The modern must try to be an all-around decent human being, tolerant of everyone and careful not to give offense. The pre-modern only needs to know who is below him and who is above him. Step on those below, lick the boots of those above.

Pre-moderns don’t do very well in modern societies because they can never quite figure out who is above and who is below them, so they decide to be above everyone and step on everyone. That’s when the integration counselors get called to work out the problem.

Project this up to the family of nations and you have a working assessment of the Clash of Civilizations, which is really just the sort of thing that happens when you tell people who think in terms of slaves and masters that everyone is equal, which they take to mean that no one is in charge, which means that the job is theirs for the taking.

Their behavior is actually quite reasonable. Far more so than that of the postmoderns who insist on pretending that their neighbors downstairs aren’t doing exactly what they are doing, and react to every intrusion of reality with some combination of magical terms such as “bigotry”, “tolerance”, “fearmongering” and “cultural differences”, which unlike more useful terms like “abracadabra” and “open sesame” don’t actually change the world around them, but only deaden them to the world.

Reason of course does not matter to the rationalizers of peace processes. Their moral conviction that the only way the world will become a better place is if we wave the white flag can never be disarmed by trifles such as facts, history or the bombs going off before their eyes. Escalating violence only affirms their conviction that war is wrong, and if war is wrong, the only answer is peace.

This lunatic ditty is a closed circle that can never be pried open except by the occasional shock, as having defined the solution as the problem and the problem as the solution, they go on creating more problems by solving them. The more they fight against war, the more war becomes inevitable leaving them to eventually accede to wars in order to end all wars.

Like opponents of medicine, they disdain routine medical checkups and treatments, leaving them constantly struggling with epidemics and outbreaks, and ongoing conditions that bring them constant pain. They cripple the military, chant about the insanity of war on every streetcorner and then when things have gotten bad enough, it’s a time for a world war or a clash of civilizations.

Israel stands at the center of the clash of civilizations, it is far enough in the east to feel the blows first, it is also far enough in the west to have its reason deadened by postmodern philosophizing. It is at that broken bridge that you can have the best view of the disaster.

“My heart is in the east, but I am on the very edge of the west,” wrote the poet and scholar, Rabbi Yehuda Halevi. The modern State of Israel is on the very edge of the east, but its beating heart is in the west. And the Western heart is a troubled organ. Its greatest trouble is that it thinks the heart is a brain, that its emotional tugs are reason and that the world as it feels it should be is as it truly is.

The Price of a Koran What does a Koran cost? You can get a full color one for the Kindle for only 99 cents, just don’t expect it to feature any pictures of old Mo. If you want to go deluxe, you can get a hardcover edition that runs three different translations side by side for around 40 bucks. But if you want to be more practical about it, the price of a Koran is the lives of six American soldiers. That butcher’s bill doesn’t count the soldiers who burned the Korans, who despite following procedure will be penalized on orders of the White House which thinks that punishing American soldiers will somehow satisfy the Koran fueled bloodlust of men who aren’t satisfied with their corpses. The nature of the marketplace of human affairs is that a thing is worth what we will pay for it. Once upon a time Americans decided to pay any price for freedom. The price was high, but they got what they paid for… at least for a season or two. The Declaration of Independence and the Constitution were works of freedom written in blood. They made a free nation possible because that nation was willing to pay the price for them. Muslims are equally willing to pay the price in blood for slavery, their own slavery and ours, for a book of slavery, written by an owner and abuser of slaves, who created a religion of slaves, where the optimal position was to stand on as many people as possible while reaching for heaven. The men who fought to make us free placed value on their lives. The men who fight to enslave us place little value on their own. Whatever material pleasures they enjoy in this life, little girls, hashish and wealth, will be vastly improved upon in the afterlife. And they buy their way into that afterlife by killing us, as they have been doing for over a thousand years. Each of their murders imposes their religion on us. They impose their notion of what is important and what isn’t important. Twenty years ago no one would have cared a fig for a burned Koran or a cartoon of Mo. Today either one earns you an accusation of endangering the lives of American soldiers and inciting violence. Dress up as Zombie Mohammed and Judge Mark Martin will tell you that in a Muslim country you would get the death penalty. That’s not the way it works here. Yet. What’s the price of a Koran? Whatever Muslims see fit to charge us for it and whatever our leaders are willing to pay. Not just in lives or ranks of men who were risking their lives in the way that B. Hussein could not even begin to imagine, but in the big picture appeasement. At the store of international and domestic affairs in Washington DC, Muslims haul up a bunch of corpses and in return we pay them with all sorts of concessions, both tangible and intangible. Cartoons stop appearing in newspapers. Books don’t get printed. Presidents attend Iftar dinners. Muslims get appointed to high positions. NASA gets retooled into a Muslim empowerment agency. And all of that isn’t enough because the blood price never gets paid. The essence of the vendetta is that it is eternal. It can only be resolved by marriage, by mingling two bloods into a single clan. If we agree to become Muslims, we can be part of their clan. Without that we are forever the targets of their rage, inferior in their minds, yet materially superior, despised in the Koran, but somewhat triumphant in land and wealth. A religious paradox that can only be resolved by subjugating us or by converting us. This hasn’t stopped us from trying to meet the blood price anyway, instead of imposing our own. The blood of free men goes on dripping into the sewers of Kabul or Baghdad and a hundred other places and the Jihad hums along. Slowly and deliberately we learn to censor ourselves, adopting the habits of the Dhimmi, kowtowing to our masters, praising their learning, their wisdom and above all their mercy. If they have gone a day without killing us, does it not show what a peaceful people they are? Without going through the formalities of reciting the Shahada or donning the Burqa, we are becoming slaves. Our leaders have sold our rights to pay the blood price, our cultural elites are eagerly teaching us the habits and mindset of slavery. To always obey, to never question and to know that our Muslim masters are always right. If they kill us, then we have done something to deserve it. If they fly planes into our buildings, it is time for some soul searching. If they go mad and kill, that is an expression of the pain and suffering that we have made them feel. We apologize not because we have done anything wrong, but because they are angry. And every time they are angry, we know that we have done something wrong. Like dogs, our leaders develop the moral reflex of a newspaper across the nose, accepting that they are guilty when Muslims carry out violence. The worse the violence, the more they apologize. What is the price of a Koran? It’s any price that we are willing to pay. It can be six soldiers or six hundred or six hundred thousand. There is no set exchange so the potential price is only limited by how much we are willing to bleed without fighting back. Slaves will endure anything, free men will not. The Declaration of Independence was a bill drawn up and sent back with the firm statement that free men would no longer pay this price. Governments that do not recognize the freedom of men from government view them and their freedoms as assets to dispose of. If the price of peace be our freedoms, they will pay the price. If the price be Sharia law, they will pay it. And why not, what’s one more oppressive and repressive legal system on top of the existing one? Between the primitive feudalism of the Muslim world and the postmodern feudalism of Western socialism is a consensus that human freedom is secondary to the rule of the enlightened and the purity of the ideology that serves as the wellspring of their power. The Mullah and the Eurocrat are both seeking a perfect world which is only perfect because the rulers have all the power and the ruled have none. The Muslim is dying for the Koran and the American soldier is dying to bring tolerance and civil rights to them. While the Koran beaters are encouraged to kill for their beliefs, the American serviceman is encouraged to be a good soldier by dying without a fuss rather than cause any civilian casualties. That would only increase the blood price, infuriate the followers of Mo and cause more deaths. It works both ways. We are just as capable of setting the price of our freedom above that of a Koran. All we have to do as a nation is say it and mean it. All we have to do is replace the price of a Koran with the price of freedom. The men who pledged their lives, fortunes and sacred honor to the cause of freedom would have done it. Instead our leaders have pledged our lives and fortunes to the cause of Muslim freedom from regimes that inhibited them from making the Koran into the 100 percent law of the land, instead of only the 60 or 70 percent law of the land. How do you set the price of a Koran? It’s easy. You just decide that life is not worth living if someone torches a Koran, disrespects your prophet or otherwise doesn’t show the full and proper respect to your religion. When enough people feel the same way and are willing to kill and die over it, then the price is set. A hundred years ago our leaders would have held them to that price. Today we try to buy our way out and sue for peace by way of apologies and appeasement. This doesn’t meet the price, it only inflates it as the laws of supply and demand tend to do. The more we are willing to pay for a Koran, the more its worshipers will charge us for it, with no upward limit. Their bloodlust is an aspect of their sense of honor and like all merchants, they cannot consider letting anything go at a bargain price, so long as the other party continues raising the bid. The more we feed their honor with appeasement, the more their honor grows until they fancy themselves kings and caliphs of the world. And when they demand that, our leaders bomb anyone in their way, roll out the red carpet for Muslim democracy and cheer the new Caliphate. And still the blood price isn’t met. Honor killings really aren’t about honor and blood prices aren’t about blood. They’re about power and the worthlessness of the men who would wield it. The more worthless and backward the country, the greater and pricklier is its sense of honor. Afghanistan has more honor per square mile than goats, microchips and living girls. Having become slaves to Islam, they brandish it as a banner, having convinced themselves that they could only be slaves to something truly noble and great. To convince themselves of the high price of their submission, they kill us, they kill their daughters and they kill each other. The blood price of the Koran is as endless as their own worthlessness and just as irredeemable. The price can never be paid, because there are two priceless things, that which has no price because it is beyond value and that which has no price because it is worthless. Unlike the Koran, our freedom is priceless because it is beyond price. The lives of our sons and daughters are equally priceless. And if we allow them to be sold for the price of a Koran, then it is we who have forsaken our sacred honor.

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